{Franks POV}

I woke up to something going on out in the livingroom. I tiredly got up and walked out into Gerards living room. Gerard laid on the floor in nothing but a oversized shirt, curled up in a ball, sobbing.

‘’Gerard?!’’ I exclaimed, running over to him. I knelt down and touched his arm.

‘’Don’t touch me!’’ he shouted with fear in his eyes. I immediately removed my hand from his arm.

‘’G-Gerard? What happened?’’ I said trying to help him without touching him. Seeing him like this and not knowing what happened was terrible.

‘’Fr-Frank, h-he-’’ he began to say but whatever happened was obviously really bad and he could hardly say anything about it.

‘’Come on, Gerard. Sit up.’’ He sat up and pulled his shirt down so it went past his waist ‘’Hold on.’’ I said and ran to his room. I went through his drawers and found a pair of pants. I ran back into the living room and Gerard was still sat on the ground rocking back and forth. ‘’Put these on.’’ I said handing him the pants. He took them and stared at me nervously with wide eyes.

‘’Turn around.’’ he said shakily. I turned around and heard him stand up. ‘’O-okay.’’ I turned around and he was stood there hugging himself and shaking. I wanted to hug him badly but he obviously did not want anyone touching him.

‘’Gerard what happened?’’

‘’I-I-I can’t say. He told me I couldn’t tell anyone.’’ he said still shaking

‘’Who, Gerard? Please tell me.’’ I begged

‘’I-I’m sorry. I’m gonna take a shower.’’ he said walking towards the bathroom. I grabbed his wrist and he quickly turned and looked at me, terrified. ‘’Fr-Frank, p-p-please.’’ he stuttered. I let go and he stumbled to bathroom, but grabbed a bottle of something before going into the bathroom. What the fuck happened to him and why won’t he tell me?

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{Gerard's POV}

I was sat in the shower, hugging my knees and drinking whatever I grabbed. I was dirty now. Misha made me dirty and I could never get clean now. I couldn’t tell Frank or anyone. People don’t think boys can get raped. It’s fucked up but true. The more I thought about it, the worse it became. The more I thought about it the harder it was to breathe. It got to the point where my vision was blurry and I could hear my heartbeat.

I came to in a room with a desk, two chairs and a lady behind the desk.

‘’Gerard!’’ she exclaimed, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. ‘’Do you remember anything that’s happened or anything you did recently?’’

‘’Hm?’’ I said with a throbbing pain in my head and right arm. I looked at my arm and saw a cast that went from my mid-arm and stopped so all you could really see was the nubs of my fingers.

‘’Guess you’ll think twice before punching a police officer huh, Gerard?’’ I punched a police officer? When the hell did I do that? I looked around the room and it was fairly bare with not a lot of bright color. The brightest thing in the room was actually my hair. I looked at the desk and saw a bunch of paper and one folder read ‘’Gerard Way’’ and had a small amount of papers in them. Another paper had a lot of writing on them and the header was ‘’Jeferson Mental Institution’’.

‘’M-mental institution?’’ The words seemed to stumble out of my mouth. I couldn’t be in a mental institution. I haven’t done anything wrong. I looked down at my left hand which was also throbbing. There were bandaids on all my fingers. I looked back up at the lady and raised an eyebrow.

‘’They were bleeding when you arrived.’’ Why? There were so many things I didn’t understand right now. Why is my hand broken? Why were my fingers bleeding? The shoes I were wearing weren’t mine, the hoodie and pants were, but not the shoes. My nose and eye hurt really bad. And there was a band aid in the crease of my shoulder. ‘’You had to have a blood test while you were unconscious.’’ she said noticing me looking at my arm. A blood test?! I fucking hated needles! They were one of the few things that scared the absolute shit out of me.

‘’Bl-blood test?!’’ I said my eyes nearly popping out of my sockets. ‘’Wh-where’s Frank?’’ I asked. He was with me before I went into the shower. That was last thing I remember. Being in the shower after talking to Frank.

‘’Who?’’ she asked raising an eyebrow

‘’Th-the boy with the black hair, and lip ring. He was at my house.’’

‘’Ah, yes. He couldn’t come with you here so a gentleman from the police station drove him home. He was very concerned about you. Is he your brother?’’

‘’No, boyfriend. At least I think he is. I’ve fucked up a lot recently so he probably doesn’t want to date me.’’ It was true. I had sex with Misha again. No matter how unpleasant and unwilling it may have been. So I had technically cheated on Frank again.

‘’Oh well he should be okay. If he really wants to, he can visit you.’’ Oh yeah, I was still in a mental institution.

‘’So, about me being in a fucking mental institution.’’ I said emphasizing the ‘mental institution’ with anger. I hated the fact I was being put in here. I didn’t belong here. I haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not crazy. Granted, I didn’t remember anything since being in the shower, but I wasn’t crazy.

‘’I can explain that to you later, Gerard. It not bedtime, but you need some sleep, I’ll call for you tomorrow. Someone will lead you to your room and there will be clothes for you to change into on your bed. You’ll also be on suicide watch Gerard. Frank told the police about your suicide attempt.’’ she said grabbing her iPhone and typing something very quickly. It didn’t surprise me. My arms still had a lot of visible red lines and the cut on my neck was still really visible.

Shortly after he typing away something, a tall man came through the door. He wasn’t intimidating, he was actually kind of, um, humble was the best word to describe it. He had messy black hair and a nose piercing, he had a badge so I assumed he worked here.

‘’Hello Mr. Way.’’ he said. His voice was really tranquil. It calmed me down a bit to be honest. ‘’My name’s Pete.’’ he said holding out his hand. I returned to hugging myself, refusing to shake his hand. He quickly took the hint and withdrew his handshake. ‘’Come on, I’ll show you to your room.’’ he said moving out of the way so I could go through the door. I exited the room and let Pete walk in front of me of he could lead me to wear we were going. We walked past a room I assumed was a cafeteria. By the looks of the people in the room, I was older than them. ‘’Here you go.’’ he said as we stopped at a room.

‘’Thank you.’’ I said quietly and entered the room. I walked to the side of the room I assumed was mine because it was the most empty. The other side had a bunch of clothes underneath the bed and stuff on top of it. Damn it, that meant I had to share a room with someone. I wasn’t surprised. I mean, they’re not going to let a person on suicide watch be alone are they? I laid down on the bed and curled up in a ball. I didn’t realise how hard it was to fall asleep without Frank. I cared about him, and wanted him here. I fucking needed him here, but not everybody gets what they want. Especially me.

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