I Can Sure As Hell Deal With Myself

- Gerard, it's too dangerous with your condition. my mom said to me in calming tone, which I didn't like at all.
- With your condition? Oh. I was staring at the ground, I didn't know what to say so I just answered, repeating what she said.
- Yes, Gerard. If you would like, Mikey and I will come with you. mom's suggestion was out of the question, I wanted to go alone. I said that to her but she didn't seem to understand.
- I wanna... alone. I said with watery eyes, why were people so difficult to communicate with.
- I know Gerard, but that won't happen with that illness of yours. Why is mom always applying? I don't like this, not at all.
- 'Kay. I walk out of the kitchen and run to my basement room. Mom is so hard to understand. I take out one of my comic books. Why should I go with them? Comic books are the most awesome thing in the world, one of those things I understand. And I think they don't even like seas. Just because I'm autistic, doesn't mean I'm an idiot.

Notes

I'm going to join 'world's shortest opening chapters' competition. Do you think I have chances? :D
Yeah every story I write I think Gerard is somehow disabled. :,D
My second story is starting a bit early but I was so excited I couldn't even sleep.
Sorry if there's typos, I'm trying to not to fuck every word up. :'D