Most people associate schizophrenia with hallucinations, and delusions, and yeah, it's tied into it, but it's not all it is. What I was expecting from this confession was maybe his setting off and getting irritated with me, and calling me a psychopath, yet nothing. The thing is, I try to be logical, but it didn't seem right. Social withdrawal, yeah I could see that. I couldn't see the periods of depression, mainly because I was on medication for it, and because I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I didn't have suicidal thoughts, I was anxious, and no hallucinations. Everything I saw was real. I saw it with my own two eyes, it had to be real. I expect maybe to be told I was crazy, and that I belonged here, but I just didn't get anything. I slowly opened one eye at a time to come face to face with the beautiful enigma. He wasn't this close to me before. He was maybe a foot away from me, and not only five point seven inches. I flinched away at the memories of Joker boy.

"I won't let them hurt you, I promise." Gerard said.

One.

I nodded at his words. It was hard to process. Did he understand? I thought all of this as he was grabbing my right hand. He began to slowly lead me to our room to get me some clothing. Now that it was around noon hour, we'd shower, get dressed and head to lunch.I had to shower alone or I might have an episode. That's all they ever told me. I've heard that word echo around me for the past four to six years of my life and nobody told me what it meant.
Once Gerard and I reached our room he opened the door and lead my numb body to the white dresser. He picked out some black ripped skinny jeans, a Smashing Pumpkins shirt, and another grey cardigan, this time wool. He handed everything to me and then he spoke.

"I'll be back. I'll always come back." With that he went to shower, leaving me to my thoughts.

Two.

Timmy walked into my room at this point. He looked angry with me. He was only fourteen, but he scared the shit out of me. He walked over and watched me cower in fear. I tried to create distance but he came closer and closer.

"What did I tell you about friends?" He hissed at me. "You don't deserve them. That's why you have me!" He yelled. "Frank, you fucking ugly fag, the reason you don't have friends is because of what, and who you are. That's why I'm your only friend." His laugh was cold, it sent shivers down my spine and I wanted to leave, I wanted to run, to die. "Remember that next time I visit, I don't want Gerard Way near my precious Frankie." His words laced with venom. He pulled on my chin and forced my lips to meet his. "That's a good boy." With that he strutted out of the room, and vanished as if into thin air. How pathetic, a twenty year old abused by a mad with power fourteen year old. I began to sob. I was hysteric. I cried for twenty six point two minutes, until Gerard came back, dressed so beautifully. He didn't change clothes, but you could tell he showered. His stringy black hair was wet, and he smelled of lemon soap. When he approached me, I backed away, afraid, but as soon as his skin brushed mine, I gave in to his touch.
Fuck. I gave in. This couldn't be happening again.

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I showered, supervised by that jackass Dan. I felt so dirty with him watching. So dirty when he tried to touch me, and dirtier as he caused my memories to flow back. And then he caused something I haven't felt in a while. The need for blood. My blood.
I've finished and stepped out. I carelessly threw on the outfit Gerard gave me and went back to my room. None of the activities made me want to anything. Lunch, skipped. I slept soundly in Gerard arms through it all. It's the one place that made me feel alive. With Gerard.
When we woke up it was time for therapy, but this time we could chose what to do. I wanted to walk in and play guitar, but they were banned. Instead I walked over to the art station and thought of things to draw. That's when Gerard plopped down beside me, rather than trying to get to know people. When I say that, I mean Mrs. Lark forcing him into it, and him shying away from all society. That's when I decided what I'd draw. It was simple and effective, a black rose resting beside a slightly used ashtray. On it engraved the words 'Ashes to ashes'. Once I finished I looked up at Gerard, who was focused on his artwork. He wouldn't let me see it. I poked him with my pencil.

"You done?" He asked. His eyes shining in fascination. I nodded and showed him. His smile grew wide. "I love it." I pointed to his sketchbook, wondering if I could see what he was doing. "I promise, one day, but not today." His voice was pained as he told me this. Was it so bad? Why couldn't I see? And as if he read my mind he answered. "It's for someone, who I think I like. I don't know... It's stupid and I don't want you to judge me based upon this. Just drop it. I do promise you'll see one day, that much I told you."

Three.

Promises are tumbling off his lips so easily, it makes me jealous. Why? Because he'll keep them. On that note the session ended and we headed off to diner. Gerard getting a lasagna, and I got some vegetarian pasta. We ate in comfortable silence until it was time to go. Enigma broke the silence for one question.

"Are the therapy sessions usually from one to five?" I shake my head. He nods. I sit on my bed awkwardly, waiting for something, anything. And that's when it happens. I break down and cry. I can't stand what happened today. Gerard, hears me, and he's currently brushing his teeth, and runs out of the bathroom, shirtless and to my side. I'm mesmerised by his skin. So clean, and ink free. "Frank, fuck are you okay?" I shake my head. He sit on my bed with me and tries to hold me but I back away. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He sighs.
Silence over took the room for a little while until his voice silently filled the room.

"Well if you wanted honesty,
That's all you had to say,
I never want to let you down or have you go,
It's better off this way,"He pulled me closer to him, until we were against the backboard, with my body between his legs, and my head on his chest, his arms on my disgusting waist. Soon enough, I fell asleep, with Gerard once again. Tomorrow was a free day, so all that was mandatory were the meals. I planned on getting to know my enigma, and I was prepared for a waterfall of promises we'd both make to each other.

Notes

Wow, fluffy as fuck right? It's because I love you guys. <3 :3

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