*Gerard's POV*

"Gerard, mom said it's time for your session with Mr. Reynolds.." Mikey sadly told me, I sighed.

"Okay Mikes, I'll be in the car in a second." My thoughts already, overwhelmed me...

'What will happen today? This is the first time I'm meeting my new therapist, the last one I had didn't end too well.. Will Mr. Reynolds make me do stupid shit to make my so, called 'illness' better? Nothing would. Nothing eve helps me, I'm just fucking ugly. I'm too fat, probability why nothing ever helps me. THAT IS WHY YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS, COME ON, YOUR BROTHER? FIND SOMEONE ELSE.. Shut up Gerard, you have friends. YOU'RE MOM AND DAD, FOR REAL, WHO IS BEST FRIENDS WITH THEIR MOM AND DAD ANYMORE!? Well I am, and it's actually pretty nice. Unlike you. CLASSIC COMEBACK, COME UP WITH SOMETHING ORIGINAL FOR ONCE. Well, I would but you-'

"Gerard Author Way! Get in my car, right now, young man!" I heard my mother yell at me, breaking my train of thoughts.

"Okay." I whispered, like she can actually hear me from outside. I finished messing around with my hair and finally got into my parent's car. My dad was away on a business trip, he's rarely home to be honest. She started my parents' car and drove away from our home. Mikey poked me, smiling.

"Hey, Gee... It'll be alright, I promise you." I half way believed him, because he's a great advice giver.

"No Mikey, you don't know for sure though.." I rolled my eyes, ignoring Mikey for the rest of the ride. I looked out my window, that I was sitting by, I looked at all of the buildings. Newer buildings and older buildings, trying to guess how old they were.

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"Bye Gerard, I love you. Please be nice and don't be shy to Mr. Reynolds, I hear that he's great with teenagers." My mom and brother hugged me. I hugged back.

"I love you Gee, I hope it'll be okay. I'll see you later." They smiled and waved at me, I just waved back at them. I waited in my new therapist's office, waiting to be called in. Which, should be in about ten or so minutes. I counted the seconds going by,

One, two, three.
I'm recklessly free.
Four, five, six.
I'll never be fixed.
Seven, eight, nine.
I'll always fine.
Ten.
Again.

I repeatedly counted to ten in my head, waiting.

"Gerard? Gerard Way?" A older, male's voice called out to me. I looked upward, realizing that I was just looking at my feet or something or the ground.

"Yeah?" The man, who I'm assuming is Mr. Reynolds led me to a room. It seemed kind of cozy. There was a two-person couch, an office chair, and some paper scattered around a coffee-like table. Oh, there was a taller table, probability for my therapist. He sat in his office chair, making it swirl so that he was facing me, and I sat on the small couch. I waited for him to start talking.

"As you might already know, I'm Mr. Reynolds. I will be your therapist." He stopped talking before adding in, "I heard about how you acted with your other therapist, Gerard. And that language you used is not acceptable in my office, you hear me?" I nodded my head, being silent. "Now, I don't won't to be rude about it. But I don't want you speaking like that here, in my office."

"Okay, I get it. Can we just finish the rest of my hour-long session?" Mr. Reynolds hesitantly, agreed with me.

"Fine, I usually start new patients with facts about me. And you'll tell me some facts about yourself, okay?" I mumbled,

"Yeah."

"So, my name is Andy Reynolds. But, I'm called Mr. Reynolds here, in our sessions. I am thirty-four years old. I love to help other people, that is why I chose to be a therapist as my career. I have one cat and one dog. What about you, Gerard?"

He chose a new-looking notebook from his crowded desk. Also grabbing a pen, he wrote something in it., making me not want to speak. He'll just write what I say, tell my mom, get more sessions, lectures from my parents and sometimes Mikey, and it just get repeated again. I made myself look at my hands, that were on my lap.

'Over and over again, I've had therapy since I was twelve. Five fucking long years of my life, never ending. I started to not eat as much when I was ten, but somehow my parents found out when I was eleven. I argued with them about going to therapy for a year, but my mom actually forced me to go for my first session with my first therapist. I still remember his name, Mr. Filbek, I hated him. He didn't make my situation any better.'

"Gerard, I said it's your turn."

"Huh, wait.. What?" I rubbed my eyes, tired of my session and Mr. Reynolds already.

"I said, it's your turn to talk about yourself now, Gerard." I mentally slapped myself, for being such a fool of myself right now.

"Um, my name is Gerard Way. I'm seventeen years old. I love being around my little brother, Mikey. I keep to myself a lot, I don't like to get into other peoples' business.. Uh, there's nothing really else to know..." I faded my voice out, not knowing what else to say.

'I've had two other therapists during my five years. Mr. Filbek and Miss. Diamond, they never asked me to talk about myself. They just told me to say my name and stuff like that. So, that's kind of why I didn't really know what to say about myself...'

'Other then I was a ugly, disgusting teenager. I knew I was way too fat. I'm hideous.'

"Gerard? Do you talk or mumble to yourself? Or do you hear voices inside your head?" Mr. Reynolds asked me. I replied, shocked that he was asking me that I hear fucking voices inside of me.

"No, I for sure don't hear voices in my head. Pft, I'm not crazy. Thanks for asking though."

"Gerard, don't get sassy with me. Or I'll have to call your parents to come pick you up, you'll go home with nothing accomplished today, and we'll make another day for another session." I sighed, allowing him to continue to try to talk with me. Before he asked me something else, he wrote something down in his notebook. The page he was writing down on was already half full of uninteresting stuff about me. How do I know? Because my life is uninteresting, I'm so boring.

"I've been talking to you for a few minutes now. I asked you a question and you didn't reply, you seemed like you were daydreaming. Did you get enough of sleep last night? Tell me, I'll listen Gerard." I was thinking whether or not to tell him, but I thought that I should. I want to finish with my one-on-one therapy lessons as soon as possible.

"I sometimes I don't fall asleep easily, okay? I usually do, it's just the past two nights I haven't." He hummed, writing some stuff in his notebook, while listening to me. We continued to talk, well me talk, and Mr. Reynolds writing stuff down also humming in response.

After forty, long minutes of talking about stupid shit about me, my mom and Mikey finally came. They knocked on Mr. Reynolds office before coming in,

"Hello Mr. Reynolds and Gerard." All of us exchanged our hellos, I didn't want to look my mother in her eye. She would know soon, I acted a bit rude to my new therapist on the first day, nothing new though. "How did it go, was Gerard being good?" My mother asked Mr. Reynolds.

"Good, he was very nice to me. Thank you for asking Mrs. Way, we'll have our next session.. Hmm, I'm free next Friday. Is that a good day, for a session with your son?" Since I wasn't looking at my mother, she didn't see my eyes widen. I was totally shocked, a therapist actually lied! But, I wasn't too rude to him.

"Oh, yes. It would be a perfect day for that. Thanks and have a nice day. We'll see you next Friday. Come on Mikey and Gerard, let's go home."

Notes

I told a reader that I would update Thursday or Friday, which I didn't.
So, I wanted to post a long chapter for you. To make up for it.. And I wasn't sure where to start Gerard's part, so I just started when he was heading to therapy. (And there might be some errors, I didn't go over the whole thing to edit. Just scanned some paragraphs. I'll edit them later though.)

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