Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov



Sometimes I like to think of death as a passageway, a way out, from one place to the next. It leads you to your future, and possibly your forever. You live your life and when your time is up, whether you choose it or not it leads you to your fate.


So death is not necessarily a bad thing, for it can be a very good thing. It's like you have a timer on you, for when you're destined to go, and when you go it's just right. It feels right, and you know it. I've had a crazy obsession with death for a long time, my parents think I'm crazy, my peers think I'm crazy, everyone thinks I'm crazy. That doesn't matter though, the only thing that matters is that I KNOW I'm not crazy, I just think deeper and more intelligently than others.


That's why I do this. I bring death upon others for their happiness, for THEM. It's helping them in a way, so they can understand how death is a good thing. It's like showing them how I think. Of course the police didn't seem to believe that, so they brought me to this mental hospital. It doesn't make sense. Why lock me up when I could make so many people so much happier?


I sit alone at my table in the cafeteria, eating my chili that looks like it's been sitting out for days and trying not to throw up everywhere. I'm used to sitting alone, it's nice to have all of the others afraid of me. Fearing me. Avoiding me so I won't bring the one thing that causes happiness to them. I constantly have people monitoring me, so there's no way I could even think about that, or even try to do that to myself.
Of course I've thought about bringing that joy to my life, I just decided that before I go I needed to help others with it too, then I could go. Of course I was caught and brought here before I could even take my own life. They deprived me from the one thing that could make me joyous. They took it from me and it's all their fault. I stand up quickly in a fit of rage and throw my tray across the room. Security immediately comes over and holds my arms back, making it so I can't move them at all.


I wriggle around under their touch as they escort me back to my room, before locking it. I've spent many long, gruesome hours inside this confined space that I call my 'room'. It's got white walls and a small white bed with white sheets. It's like they drain all originality from this room. Some red would look good on the walls though, maybe I should put some on there. I look at my arm and think about cutting open the vein, letting all the blood run loose before I bleed out.


It's a nice thought, watching all the blood run loose, before my vision slowly clouds, my life, my soul drifting out of my body. Leaving my rotting corpse here, as I move on to beyond. I'm not sure what exactly that is, but I would like to.


I sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling before I hear a knock on my door. "Gerard? It's Dr. Rider." He says as he opens the door, barging in before I even say he can come in. He slowly walks in, one hand holding a clipboard, and the other held by his side. He drags a chair over and sits by me and looks at his clipboard before he begins speaking.


"I understand you had an 'incident' earlier?" He says still looking at his clipboard. I just stare at him blankly, not going to say a word to him. "Gerard I know you have a...mental illness, but you're going to have to at least try to keep it under control. I try to help you, but if you never tell me anything I can't help you." He says finally looking up at me.


I still stare at him. He just sighs and starts to get up before I begin to mumble. "My thoughts got to me again." I mumble. He stares at me. Clearly in awe that I actually told him for once what was going on instead of staying silent. "And, what exactly were those thoughts?" He says a little more excitedly.
"Well I was just thinking about death you know? I mean it's always on my mind. My thoughts just carried deeper and deeper, gradually getting worse and worse." He just nods, writing stuff down on his clipboard. "Thank you Gerard, that'll be all." He says before standing up and leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

"Wait! You said you'd help me!" I screamed at the door, banging on it with my fists until my knuckles were raw. When my hands couldn't take it anymore, I stopped, letting my tears fall like a waterfall and it was then that I vowed, to never trust anyone ever again.

Notes

New story, I hope ya like it. I'm not exactly sure where this story is going to go yet, but I'll eventually figure it out XD.

it may be a whole long story or a kind of short one I dunno. We'll see when we get there i guess


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