Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


I wake up the next day, with a weird feeling in my gut. I'm not sure how to explain it exactly, it's like my stomach is turning in circles, not like I'm about to throw up, but in a different way. I also have a grin on my face, and no matter how hard I try to stop grinning, it doesn't work. I think this is what it feels like to be happy, an emotion im not all that familiar with. Maybe it's because of what me and Frank are going to discover today, I'm not sure. All I know is that I think this feeling is happiness. I hate it. I absolutely despise it. Why won't it go away? An idea comes into my mind and I walk over to the door and open it, putting my hand in the doorway and slamming the door shut on it. I scream out in agony and quickly open the door, looking at my now red hand. When I touch it, it sends sharp pains down my whole arm. Now this, this is a feeling that I love. Being in pain. It's like it brings you to a different world, where when I'm happy I just feel stupid.


I make my way down to the cafeteria and sit down at my table before a doctor stops me. It's Dr. Rider. Great. "Gerard wait." He says holding a hand on my chest to stop me from walking away. "What." I snap at him. He gives me the evil eye, and then begins to speak. "Come to my office, we have a new medication for you, since you seem to keep having problems . It'll help with the thoughts. You'll also begin to have therapy with just you and Dr. Bryar. You'll still be having group sessions, but this time you'll just have therapy everyday." He finishes and I groan. I don't keep having problems. Even if I do im working on it. We'll sort of.


He leads me to his office where I see a large wooden desk, with a high tech computer, a pair of glasses, and coffee mug. "Here's your medicine." He says holding a small orange cylinder filled with pills. Maybe I can overdose or something. A thought in the back of my mind tells me. "And we'll be monitoring you when you take them, so you can't overdose. We felt the need to give you a little more freedom, so we let you take your pills by yourself, but if you even try to overdose once, we'll have two start giving them to you again, instead of you taking them yourself." Fuck you Dr. Rider. I nod and then walk out of his office, holding the pill bottle and walking back to the cafeteria.


I sit back down at my table, just examining the brightly colored pill bottle. I'm looking intently at it, and count the amount of pills in it. 23. If only they weren't monitoring me, it's the perfect amount to overdose. I'm still examining the pill bottle, when someone clears their throat and I look up. I see Frank sitting across from me. "Hey Frank." I say mindlessly. "What happened to the plan? When are we going?" He asks, rather loudly. "Sh! Frank keep it down! Let's go back to my room, we can talk about it in there." I whisper to him. He nods and we get up, walking to my room.


******


"So we're going to go after the therapy session tonight. We'll wait until about midnight, when all of the doctors are asleep and we can sneak out and go into the room. It'll most likely be locked, so we'll need to steal the keys when we go to therapy." I explain. "Ok that sounds good." He says back. We sit in silence for a while after that, neither of us wanting to, or saying a word.


Finally, Frank breaks the silence. "I miss being in this room." He says still staring off into space. "Yeah, me too." I say back. He comes up on the bed and sits next to me. "I can't wait until we finally know...well everything about our pasts. I need to know, it's like I'm missing a whole chunk of my life. Now that I think about it, I can't remember anything from before I came here." He says becoming more angry. "Frank, calm down. It's ok I can't remember either." I say trying to soothe him. "You ready to go to therapy?" I ask, a smirk on my face. He smirks back. "I've been ready for a while now."


******


We head down to therapy, making sure to get there exactly five minutes early. We step through the doorway and look around a little. I make my way to the back room and look even further for the keys. When I'm scanning the room, something catches my eye. It's glistening in the sunlight coming from one of the very few windows we have in here. I look and see that it's the keys. "Got it." I say to Frank. He smiles back at me. Our plan is now in motion.


******


We make our way back out to the front room, and sit down in our seats, waiting for Dr. Bryar to get here. When he walks in the room, a surprised look makes its way onto his face. "Um hello, Frank, Gerard. Why are you here so early?" He asks questioningly. "Um we-" I begin before Frank cuts me off, completely saving the plan. "We just decided to get here early since we came from the cafeteria and decided there was no need to go back to our rooms. Is there a problem with being early?" He asks innocently. I am smirking in my mind because damn he's a good liar. Dr. Bryar begins to stutter, and just quietly replies. "I guess not." He mumbles. We wait until the rest of the people are here to begin the therapy session.
The therapy session consists of hundreds of pointless questions, and ways that are supposed to make us feel better. Of course it doesn't work, and it seems like no one is really paying attention. I notice Frank is really nervous and about to lose it because I can see him squirming in his chair from the corner of my eye. I'm really nervous too, but I keep my thoughts hidden. Unless it's the murderous thoughts I guess. "Alright that's it for the day." Dr. Bryar says as he dismisses us and I can see Frank let out a breath that I think he's been holding for the whole session. Me and Frank get up at the same time and we both sprint back to my room, us getting yelled at multiple times in the way there. That doesn't stop us though, we just continue to run.


******


We finally make our way back to the room, with a few stops on the way, and it's ten. Two more hours. We both sit in my bed on our backs and stare up at the ceiling. "What do you thinks in there?" Frank asks for about the millionth time. "I'm not sure. It could be anything. I could be a most wanted criminal. You could be a mass murderer. It's all in the file. It will tell us our past and basically what kind of person we are." I tell him. He has a scared look on his face and just replies with. "Oh." "You know no matter what person I was back then, Im not the same person. I feel like I've changed, not knowing my real personality I guess I became my true self. I don't know how to put it. It's like if you have a huge ego, and forget who you are, you have the chance to become a better person. The people who knew you before might not believe you've changed, but since you don't really know who YOU are, it's like your real personality is showing." I explain. "Sorry I was rambling." I say a little embarrassed. "It's ok. I really felt like I got what you meant though." He says smiling. I smile back.


We look at the clock and see that it's eleven forty five. "Time to go." I say and Frank gives me a nervous smile. We exit the room and run through the dark hallways, before we reach the room were looking for. I take out the keys and open the door, then cautiously walking inside. We make our way to the back room and look on the desk, and see that our folders our not there. My heart just about stops beating. "Shit." Frank says. "Let's look on the shelves, maybe they're there." He nods and we make our way over to the shelf. We stop at the 'i' section and look for Franks last name. "I found it.' He says smiling. We make our way over to the 'w's' and I find my folder. I grad Mikey's too just so I can figure out who exactly he is. I can feel adrenaline pumping through my veins as we grab all of the files and run back out of the room, remembering to close the door. We were never even there.


******


We both sit on the bed, my hands shaking violently as I hold all three files. "Want to open Mikey's first?" I ask and Frank nods. I sigh out in relief of not having to open mine yet. I open Mikey's up and see words that explain why he's here:

MIKEY WAY: MASS MURDERER.
BROUGHT TO REESE BECAUSE OF SCHIZOPHRENIA AND IN CURRENTLY IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT.

I look at Frank and he looks back at me. I hold up my folder, and he just nods slowly. I open it up and begin reading:

GERARD WAY: MURDERER
BROTHER OF MIKEY WAY. THEY BOTH BECAME MURDERERS AND BROUGHT DEATH UPON PEOPLE FOR THEIR "HAPPINESS" AS THEY EXPLAINED IT. HAS BEEN KNOWN FOR MURDERING MANY PEOPLE AND FOR SEVERELY INJURING THEM, BUT IS NOT AS DANGEROUS AS HIS BROTHER WHO HAS KILLED EVERYONE THAT HE HAS MADE HIS VICITM.

I look back up and Frank again. So Mikey's my brother. I expect Frank to back away, but he just sits there. "You ready?" I ask as I hold up his folder. He closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again and nods. I opened his folder and my eyes widened in shock, and tears welled up in my eyes as I read what was in Franks folder.

FRANK IERO
TRAUMA PATIENT. HE WAS BEATEN BY HIS DAD AT AN EARLY AGE. WHEN HE WAS 15 HE WAS MADE A VICITM BY MURDERER GERARD WAY WHO IS KNOWN FOR KILLING WITH HIS BROTHER. HE DIDNT SUCCEED IN KILLING HIM, BUT FRANK SNAPPED AFTER BEING OUT THROUGH EVERYTHING SO HIS MOTHER BROUGHT HIM HERE.

"Fuck" I say as I look at Frank.

Notes

Well you finally know what's in the files. How do you think franks gonna react???


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