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I squeaked softly in excitement as I grabbed my buzzing phone. Mikey got home last night. That means I finally get to find out where he's taking me.

From: Mikey
Get dressed dear. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I nodded at the phone slightly, even though Mikey couldn't see me. I skipped up the stairs throwing on a random white shirt and a pair of Gerard's skinny jeans I found laying on the ground. I brushed my teeth and put in my piercings. I gently shuffled my hair making it look somewhat decent. I tiptoed down the stairs in an attempt not to wake Gerard. He didn't really know about the little mystery trip Mikey had planned. I knew damn well Mikey didn't want Gerard to come along, but then again I knew Gerard would want to tag along. So I spared the small heartbreak and just didn't tell him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him right?
I sighed softly as I plopped down on the couch. I let out a frustrated groan as I looked at my phone once more. How has it only been five minutes?? I bounced my leg impatiently as I practically watched the clock, like if I stared at it hard enough maybe it would go faster. I finally just turned on the tv putting it on some shitty reality show after realizing me just sitting there wasn't the best way to pass time. I chuckled softly as some girl with obviously fake blonde hair and boobs bigger than my fucking head threw a fucking chair at some guy who supposedly cheated on her. Thank god I don't have that type of fucking drama in my life. I know it's all staged, but holy shit. I found myself laughing my ass off as the same blonde girl cried over how some model shoot went wrong showing multiple clips of her tripping over her own feet. I wiped my tears away letting a few more chuckles out as Mikey finally walked through the the door. Mikey looked at me with his eyebrow raised then turned his attention to the tv then back to me giving me a are-you-fucking-serious look.

"Really Frankie?"

I shrugged slightly, "It was the first show that popped up."

Mikey rolled his eyes slightly, letting out a small chuckle, "Yeah. Sure."

I pouted crossing my arms, "It was!" I responded defensively.

Mikey chuckled once more before putting out his hand, indicating for me to get off my ass. I grabbed ahold of his hand pulling myself off the couch with a grunt. Mikey smiled softly walking me out to his car. I practically sprinted to the car, and just stood at the passenger door.

"Where are we going?" I squeaked out similar to a five year old.

Mikey looked at me sternly, "I told you you'll find out when we get there. And no questions asked. Remember?"

I groaned out softly waving my arms around in a small fit, "But mikeeeyyyy" I whined loudly.

Mikey sat in the drivers seat quickly, "But nothing Frank. Just get in and you'll find out."

I grunted softly plopping myself down into the passenger seat. I grumbled softly under my breath as Mikey started the car driving away from the house. I stared out the window trying to find hints on where we were headed. I turned my head slightly in confusion as we passed many little convenience stores I didn't even know existed. I sighed softly, slumping down in my seat after realizing I had no chance on figuring it out.

Mikey chuckled softly, "We're almost there, don't worry."

I sighed softly nodding before closing my eyes for just a second. Next thing I knew Mikey was poking at my face telling me to wake up. I groaned pushing his hand away from mumbling a 'fuck off'

Mikey shrugged giving me puppy dog eyes, "I just wanted to tell you that were here." He stated.

I jumped up immediately accidentally hitting my head on the top of his car causing Mikey to burst out in laughter. I shot him a glare before finally looking at where we stopped.
A hospital.
A fucking hospital.
Oh and not just a normal one.
A fucking mental hospital.
I've never been here before in my entire life but it looked so familiar. I shrugged it off, it looks just like the hospitals in the movies, so that's probably all it is. I looked at Mikey my face twisted in complete confusion. Mikey rubbed the back of his neck slightly avoiding my eyes.

"You just seemed really sad lately. I miss my happy Frankie so maybe if we get you checked out you'll get better." He mumbled out softly as he looked down at his feet.

I just looked at him like he was stupid. What the actual fuck was he talking about? I've been extremely happy lately. I sighed heavily shrugging after shooting him a small glare. Mikey let out a small sigh before gently holding onto my arm as we walked in. I guess he wanted to make sure I wouldn't run off or some shit. I'm not gonna lie I was tempted, but I promised him I wouldn't question him and just go with it. So that's exactly what a do.



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About after fucking two hours of tests a doctor finally walked in with a short stack of papers, which fucking hopefully was my diagnosis, which I'm more than absolutely sure stated I'm perfectly fine.
The doctor approached me and Mikey slowly, looking down at his clipboard for what seemed like the millionth time.

He cleared his throat slight, "Okay, so all of the test show that you indeed are.." He glanced up Mikey for a second before continuing, "um clinically depressed."

I looked at him in shock. I would've fucking known if I was depressed. Right?? I felt Mikey gently place his hand on my shoulder.

"I have prescribed some medicine for you." He stated quickly as he scribbled across a small piece of paper handing it to Mikey. "Let me go get it really quick." And with that the doctor scurried out of the room.

I looked up at Mikey sighing softly, as he crumbled up the paper shoving it into his back pocket. "I just don't understand. I haven't felt sad or anything."

Mikey sighed gently rubbing small circles into my back, "I know it's confusing Frankie, but the medicine will help okay?"

I sighed softly just nodding in response



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I finally got back home around three hours later. Fuck Gerard must be so worried. I sighed running inside the second Mikey stopped the car. I had already explained to him about how upset Gerard would be, of course he got slightly upset but he quickly got over it. I swung open the door finding Gerard with his arms crossed. He turned his attention to me and relief washed over his expression. He jumped up wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I was so worried!!" He breathed out slowly pulling away from the hug, flashing me a breathtaking smile once our eyes met again.

"I'm sorry baby, Mikey wanted to take me somewhere and I didn't think we'd be gone very long so I just let you sleep."

Gerard raised his eyebrow slightly, "Where'd he take you?"

I shrugged slightly glancing down at my hands for a split second, "Well Mikey said I seemed sad, so he took me to a mental hospital and I was tested and it turns out I'm clinically depressed. They even gave me some medicine."

Gerard's eyes widen slightly, "Let me see the medicine, Frank." His voice panicked.

I looked at him in confusion as I handed him the bottle of pills. Gerard scanned over the label quickly before glancing back up at me.

"You're not taking these." Gerard stated simply.

I raised my eyebrow in confusion, "Why not? Mikey said they'll help me."

Gerard shaked his head quickly, "You don't need help! You're perfectly fine!"

"Well yeah that's what I thought too bu-"

"But nothing Frankie. You're not fucking taking them!" Gerard stated throwing the pills onto the ground.

I stared at him in shock and bent down to pick up the now scattered pills.

"If you take those I swear to god I'll fucking leave Frank." Gerard said quickly panic laced throughout his words.

I stared up at him in complete shock. How the fuck could he say that?!? How dare he even fucking threaten me?! I growled softly, getting even more pissed by the second. Then I just fucking decided to pop a pill into my mouth, staring Gerard right in the eyes. He wasn't going to fucking control me.

And with that Gerard just walked out without saying another fucking word to me.

Notes

Ah I'm so sorry I took so long to update I've been rewriting a lot of the beginning chapters so I've been pretty busy with that <3