Interference *SLOW UPDATES*

Gerard's POV-

~next day~

"Gerard, honey time to get up."

I sighed, getting out of bed.
I knew I would have to go to the psychiatrist today, but I didn't care because I was happy.
I am happy.

"Gerard, come out for breakfast"
I left the room, to the kitchen, with a huge smile on my face.
"Toast" she muttered, still having her back turned to me.
"Thanks" I reply, sitting and eating.
"You know, that you have to go to the appointment today, so we can out you on meds for your nonsense behaviour." She said.

I didn't particularly care, because I wasn't thinking about that- I was thinking about all the memories with Mikey, and it was awesome.

"Gerard? Are you listening to me!" She demanded, turning around when I didn't respond to her.
She glared at me, so I just smirked in response, then when she realized that my bipolar took a part in my emotions, she sighed.
"Gerard, you can't go to the doctor like this!" She cried, then dad came in...
I just continued eating because I felt awkward.
"Like what? He can't go like what?" Dad asked.
"He's turned happy, he can't go to the appointment when all he'll do is daydream with a pathetic smirk plastered onto his face!" Mom said, getting slightly annoyed now.
"WELL ITS BETTER THAN HIM NOT SAYING A DAMN THING!" Dad yelled at mom.

I got up from the table, and ran back to my room.

I was not going to listen to this.

I ran my hand through my hair,

I had to go to a shrink

I was going on meds

They were going to take Mikey away

I was going to loose Mikey

I'll have no one

I broke down crying on the floor, my back against the door so no one can get in.

"Gee?" I looked up, seeing Mikey.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm here"
"GERARD WE ARE LEAVING IN 10 MINUTES!" Mom yelled.
"I don't wanna go..." I mumbled, burying my face in my hands.
"Gee, you have to... Just bullshit your way through. It will be over in no time" Mikey says.
"Come on. Gee, you need to get ready." He practically picks me up, bring me over to my bed, sitting me down.

I don't move, I just wallow in my sadness.
He picks out clothing, chucking it next to me.

"Put that on" he demands.

I slowly change into the skinny jeans, and plain black Guns n Roses tee.
I don't do shit to my hair and face as I don't give a fuck.

Mom barges in as soon as I'm ready, "ugh, Gerard you look horrible! You should've at least brushed your hair!" She exclaims.

I just shrug, and she gives me a disapproving look.

I shrug again, popping my ear phones into my ears, cranking up the volume.

She drags me into the car.
"Your father has gone to the bar" she says in monotone.
I don't reply, I just lay my head against the chair, looking out the window, wishing people would know that Mikey isn't dead.

Notes

So sorry if I got any bipolar stuff wrong as I'm not experienced with it nor do I have any friends that have this so I apologise if it's not accurate. Message me if you are offended or anything and I'll change it cx