Will you be the one to save me?
Another Way Out
Gerard's POV
I wish people would just understand that I’m fine. Yes Bob raped me, and yes I don’t speak anymore, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not okay (I promise). Mikey seems a bit concerned that all I seem to do is hide in the house, but you would too if the man that raped you was still out in the world.
Yesterday Mikey told me that he set me up with a session with Mr. Iero. All I fucking need is to sit in a room with a man twice a week as he asks me questions and I just nod my head yes or no. Who even wants to go to fucking therapy? You get bombarded with questions that you don’t feel like answering. Just imagine how I feel, I’m going to just have to sit there and listen to all the bullshit that pours out of this man’s mouth because I haven’t responded to someone in about six months.
It is thirty minutes before my appointment and Mikey is rushing me to get out the door and walk to the office, which is only about a ten to fifteen minute walk. I get dressed in a pair of black skinnies and a red hoodie to keep warm in the brisk fall weather. After brushing my slightly damp hair from the shower and throwing on my dirty white converse on, I head to the office.
By the time I arrive I have two minutes before the session begins. A young woman at the desk asks me when my appointment is and whom it is with. I hide my face with my hoodie and try to find my way on my own. I reach and office door with the word Iero in small letters across it. Right as I’m about to knock on the door, it swings open, scaring the shit out of me. As I stand there trembling, a short man greets me.
“Hello Gerard. I am Mr. Iero, well Doctor Iero, but being called doctor seems way too professional.”
He signals me to follow him into his office. I sit down in the seat on the opposite side of his desk and begin tapping my foot until he finally speaks again.
“Your brother Michael told me that six months ago you were raped and since then, you haven’t talked to anyone. Is this true Mr. Way?”
I nod my head up and down to signal I agree.
“Well since you don’t talk, here is a pen and paper so I could have responses other than yes and no. Would you like to tell me who raped you six months ago?”
I shake my head no. He doesn’t need to know Bob’s name. It isn’t any of his business who did this to me.
“Okay, well can you please write down why this event has caused you not to speak Gerard?”
I write sloppily on the piece of paper ‘fuck off’ getting annoyed by these dumb fucking questions. I am honestly in the mood to walk out, but then Mikey pops into my head and I remember that I am doing this to make him happy. I hand the short man the paper and he seems displeased.
“Okay well you seem to be mad. You could be showing anger due to the past event and I understand that.”
*** TIME LAPSE*** (one hour later)
I walk home to be greeted at the door by Mikey who pulls me into a hug.
“Thank you so much for going to the appointment. Even if it takes months to hear you again I am so happy that you are trying Gee. I hope you know that I will always be here for you along with Mr. Iero to get you through the process. Oh and pizza is on the way from your favorite place.”
I gave him a small smirk and a nod to show I appreciate it and when it arrives I make sure to pay for it. We sit on the couch and the two of us devour an entire pizza while watching shitty reality TV.
It was getting late and Mikey was sprawled out over the larger couch fast asleep. I covered him up with a blanket and turned the television off and headed to my room.
I stripped down into my boxers and put my headphones listening to Marilyn Manson while I stare at the ceiling thinking about the day.
I drift off to sleep thinking about the short man that I will be seeing in two days from now. I think I might have a crush on my fucking therapist, but I mean if you saw him you would too. Maybe therapy isn’t such a bad thing.
I wish people would just understand that I’m fine. Yes Bob raped me, and yes I don’t speak anymore, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not okay (I promise). Mikey seems a bit concerned that all I seem to do is hide in the house, but you would too if the man that raped you was still out in the world.
Yesterday Mikey told me that he set me up with a session with Mr. Iero. All I fucking need is to sit in a room with a man twice a week as he asks me questions and I just nod my head yes or no. Who even wants to go to fucking therapy? You get bombarded with questions that you don’t feel like answering. Just imagine how I feel, I’m going to just have to sit there and listen to all the bullshit that pours out of this man’s mouth because I haven’t responded to someone in about six months.
It is thirty minutes before my appointment and Mikey is rushing me to get out the door and walk to the office, which is only about a ten to fifteen minute walk. I get dressed in a pair of black skinnies and a red hoodie to keep warm in the brisk fall weather. After brushing my slightly damp hair from the shower and throwing on my dirty white converse on, I head to the office.
By the time I arrive I have two minutes before the session begins. A young woman at the desk asks me when my appointment is and whom it is with. I hide my face with my hoodie and try to find my way on my own. I reach and office door with the word Iero in small letters across it. Right as I’m about to knock on the door, it swings open, scaring the shit out of me. As I stand there trembling, a short man greets me.
“Hello Gerard. I am Mr. Iero, well Doctor Iero, but being called doctor seems way too professional.”
He signals me to follow him into his office. I sit down in the seat on the opposite side of his desk and begin tapping my foot until he finally speaks again.
“Your brother Michael told me that six months ago you were raped and since then, you haven’t talked to anyone. Is this true Mr. Way?”
I nod my head up and down to signal I agree.
“Well since you don’t talk, here is a pen and paper so I could have responses other than yes and no. Would you like to tell me who raped you six months ago?”
I shake my head no. He doesn’t need to know Bob’s name. It isn’t any of his business who did this to me.
“Okay, well can you please write down why this event has caused you not to speak Gerard?”
I write sloppily on the piece of paper ‘fuck off’ getting annoyed by these dumb fucking questions. I am honestly in the mood to walk out, but then Mikey pops into my head and I remember that I am doing this to make him happy. I hand the short man the paper and he seems displeased.
“Okay well you seem to be mad. You could be showing anger due to the past event and I understand that.”
*** TIME LAPSE*** (one hour later)
I walk home to be greeted at the door by Mikey who pulls me into a hug.
“Thank you so much for going to the appointment. Even if it takes months to hear you again I am so happy that you are trying Gee. I hope you know that I will always be here for you along with Mr. Iero to get you through the process. Oh and pizza is on the way from your favorite place.”
I gave him a small smirk and a nod to show I appreciate it and when it arrives I make sure to pay for it. We sit on the couch and the two of us devour an entire pizza while watching shitty reality TV.
It was getting late and Mikey was sprawled out over the larger couch fast asleep. I covered him up with a blanket and turned the television off and headed to my room.
I stripped down into my boxers and put my headphones listening to Marilyn Manson while I stare at the ceiling thinking about the day.
I drift off to sleep thinking about the short man that I will be seeing in two days from now. I think I might have a crush on my fucking therapist, but I mean if you saw him you would too. Maybe therapy isn’t such a bad thing.
Notes
Hey. Two updates in one day! Since the chapters are so short I will try to update more often. Chapter three has some drama so be prepared!Please comment your opinion, rate and subscribe.
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My heart has repaired itself, thank you.
9/9/15