Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

-MIKEY-
Gerard ended up only getting worse. He refused to talk to his therapist any more - claiming that Frank told him she was evil. "Gee, you're not getting any better." I told him, trapping my bottom lip between my two rows of straight white teeth, despite my constant coffee drinking.
"I know." Gerard giggled, showing me his tiny teeth. I sighed, he was impossible.
"You're not going to get any better if you don't talk to a therapist." I growled, my hands clenching until my fingernails pierced the skin.
"I'm sorry.." He whimpered, biting his lip and looking at me with wide puppy dog eyes. I sighed, running my hand through his black, greasy hair.
"I just want to help you, baby." I cooed, watching him watch me with sad eyes.
"So does Frankie." Gerard whispered, his voice shaking. "Why can't anyone see that?" He cried.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Gee." I murmured, bringing him into my arms. "I love you so much, baby, please try. For me and for Frankie."
"Frankie says-"
"I know what Frankie says big it's not true, sweetheart. They can help you."
"They won't though. No one but Frankie can help me." Gerard stated stubbornly. "Frankie won't help you as long as he controls you." It sliped out of mouth before I could stop it. I was so dead.
"He loves me." Gerard whimpered into my chest.
"So do I."
"He says you don't."
"He doesn't know."
"He knows me."
"So do I."
"Not what happens inside. What I don't tell you." Gerard admitted uncertainly, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Gee-"
"I love him."
"I know." I sighed. This wasn't getting anywhere. How do I help someone who doesn't want help? How do I save someone who is constantly putting themselves at risk? How do I do anything but want to help Gerard? How do I shut off this brotherly possession?

Notes

This story is coming to a close, loves <3
Sadly
A few more chapters