Truth Be Told

*Gerard’s P.O.V.*

Gerard hadn’t slept at all last night. All he could think about was the strange new kid Frank. He did feel a little bad for punching him in the stomach because it was kinda his fault that he and Frank collided but, goddammit he shouldn’t have looked at his sketchbook! Thats the only reasoning that Gerard could figure out for punching the poor frightened kid in the stomach. After finally justify his anger Gerard really wonder if Frank could see Bob. I mean he touched Bob but, Frank could have just been acting, right?

Gerard deliberated this all night long while doodling in his sketchbook, and when a nurse came to wake him up, Gerard was waiting for her ready to go. As he strolled down the hallway he decided to finally talk to Frank.

Upon arriving in the dining hall, Gerard was disappointed at not seeing Frank at the table opposite of Gerards. Frowning Gerard grabbed some eggs and toast and sat down and distracted himself with his sketchbook periodically looking up to see if Frank had come to the hall yet. Eventually it was time for group therapy, Gerards favorite part of everyday! As Gerard found a spot in the circle Frank still had not arrived. This bothered Gerard but he tried to dismiss Frank.

“Alright everyone I think to day we will do a partner activity to tell each other what’s been going on in the past day!” Dr. Friedman said cheerfully.

“Fucking perfect” Gerard muttered barely audible but, of course stupid Friedman heard!

“What did you say Gerard? Please speak up!” Friedman said eyeing Gerard suspiciously.

“Oh nothing Dr. Friedman! I just said I was suuuuppppper excited to share my feelings with one of the other patients! It’s been my dream to share with other mentally ill people!” Gerard said sweetness practically dripping off of each word he spoke.

“Oh I’m very glad to see you actually want to participate Gerard! In that case I think I will partner you with Nicholas! I think you too will be great together” Friedman said, amusement shining bright in her eyes.

Now first things first Friedman’s a bitch a complete and utter flaming asshole. Why? Well Nicholas is a special case. Nicholas suffers from multiple personality disorder. And they're not normal personalities.Oh no not a really shy person, to a mad person, to a sarcastic one. Oh HELL no! Nicholas goes from a paranoid person who hides under everything, to a child that thinks he’s a plan or some other moving thing. But we aren't done there! No Nicholas goes into a homicidal maniac ( if you’re lucky then you don't have to hear him speak) then to his most annoying phase where he won’t shut up about aliens and the predictions they planted in his head.

Friedman’s a bitch. Period. End of Story.

As Gerard begrudgingly sat in front of Nicholas, Gerard noticed that Frank was still not around. The thoughts about Frank quickly disappeared as Gerard realized that Nicholas’s face was literally inches from his own.

“Get the fuck out of my face alien boy” Gerard growled.

“But but i neeeeeeeeed to tell you about the future! Your future! You neeeeeeeed to hear it the aliens told-”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or you won’t have a tongue to tell anyone anything. Got it?” Gerard said low so Friedman didn’t hear. Suddenly all the fear that Gerard had but into the boys face washed away as he stood up and started to run around making plane sounds. Gerard was done with this “therapy” so he stormed out into the hallway and decided to go check Frank’s room to see if he was there. As Gerard looked in Frank’s room through the small window he noticed that no one was occupying the room at the moment and decided to snoop around. As Gerard stepped in the room he noticed that the room looked as if no one lived in it. Except for the bed, it looked as if there was something red in the sheets.

As Gerard stepped closer to the sheets Bob walked right in front of him abruptly stopping Gerard from seeing the sheets.

“You should leave Gerard before you get caught, you don’t need to end up in solitary again. We all know how you enjoyed it last time.” Bob smirked.

“Shut up Bob, what do you even know?” Gerard retorted.

“I know your ass should be somewhere else. I know you don’t want to be back in solitary. And I also know you don’t need to know what’s on these sheets. I suggest you leave.”

“Wheres the new kid?”

“You don’t need to know, it doesn't concern you.”

With that last remark Gerard shoved Bob out of the way to look upon on the sheets. It confused him at first thinking it was paint or ink but, upon really looking at it he could see the browning edges around the red stained on the sheets.

“What? What happened?” Gerard questioned turning around to face Bob who was gone. Gerard really didn’t understand why the blood was on the sheets but decided he better leave before he was caught snooping. As he left he took one last look around Frank’s room frowning. Did he, Gerard, cause this bleeding? Was it due to his punching Frank’s stomach?

He shook that thought as he went to his room to doodle in his sketchbook. For some reason he kept drawing Frank. He didn’t know why but it’s all he could get out on the pages. They weren’t Gerard’s best drawings but, he really hadn’t had the time to study Frank’s features. Maybe one day Frank would let Gerard draw him? No he didn’t need to deal with the punk kid.

After a while Gerard left his room to see if lunch was being served. When he arrived in the dining hall he could smell the putrid smell of what they called “soup”. He grabbed a bowl of the sludge and sat at his table. He didn’t bother to look around he just figured Frank wasn’t there and well he wasn’t. After lunch all of the patients went outside, except Gerard. He preferred to have some quiet time alone in the “lounge” room. Soon enough Gerard was settled on a couch doodling in his sketchbook.

He was so wrapped up in doodling he almost missed the movement in the corner of his eye. When he looked up he saw Frank standing there looking out the small windows behind Gerard. Gerard caught himself admiring Frank. Although he was short and thin he had some muscle on him, not a lot but it he looked really nice that way. And his short black and cute face with round hazel eyes. And his lips, nope not going there. I don't find the twerp attractive. Gerard quickly looked away trying not to think about Frank.

After a while of Gerard ignoring Frank’s existence one of the nurses informed them that dinner was being served. Frank quickly followed after her and Gerard took his time. He didn’t know what to do but he had decided he wanted to try and talk to the kid so he grabbed a plate of prison food, sorry hospital food and plopped himself down in front of Frank.

The surprise on Frank’s face made Gerard stifle a laugh.

“Well hello Frank nice to meet you.” They both sat staring at each other awkwardly until Gerard decided to try what he guessed was spaghetti. He looked up in the middle of putting some of the noodles in his mouth to see that Frank had pushed his food away from him and had his knees pressed up to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs as to protect himself. Gerard almost felt sorry that he sat here.

“So uh, Frank don’t you ever eat?’” Gerard said. Frank shook his head to say yes.

“Well I’ve never seen you eat and you’ve been here for what three days now? Don’t you think you should try to at least? I mean I know it’s shit but its better than you think!” Gerard said.

Frank smiled amusement on his face. With that Frank reached out and grabbed a fork full of his food and stuck it in his mouth. Gerard realized immediately that around his wrist were bandages. With the dots all connected Gerard stood up trying to hold tears back.

“I’m so sorry Frank.” And with that Gerard was running down the hall to his room crying.

Notes

Hello again! Another longish chapter. I'm sorry it's sucky. Oh And hopefully everything will be revealed next chapter. Or some of it. maybe...