Interference *SLOW UPDATES*

Gerard's POV-

I awoke to a pounding headache, and found myself in my own bed, at home.

Sighing in relief that I wasn't still at the psychiatrist office.

Hopefully all that bullshit with the appointment and meds was a dream... But deep down I knew that it actually did happen.

My arm was stinging, so I glanced over to it and noticed there was a small red dot on a vein...

They stuck a needle into me!

Don't they know how fucking terrifying needles are?!

I rubbed my arm, self consciously, picturing them ramming a huge sharp needle into my flesh, and it made me flinch.

Knock, knock.

''Gerard? Are you awake?'' Mom's voice asked.

I didn't say anything so she just came in anyway.

''How are you feeling, honey?'' She asked, rushing to my side and placing her knuckle onto my forehead.

''M'' I grunted, ''headache and my arm hurts...''

She nods, ''I'll get you some pain relief and water...''

When I nod she leaves the room to do so.

''Gee...?''

I look over, to see Mikey sitting on the end of my bed.

I smile and he smiles back, ''hey, are you ok, bro?'' He asks me.

I nod, ''yeah, I will be as long as no other bullshit happens...''

He nods, ''I love you, I was so worried about you, you know?''

With that, he wraps his arms around me, snuggling into me, I snake my arms around him and plant a kiss on his head.

''I love you too, Mikes. It's okay, I'm okay. Are you okay?''

''I'm okay. We're both okay.'' He replies, nodding.

I smile, ''yeah''

I hear mom's footsteps, ''Mikes, I can't talk to you now, mom's back.'' I whisper.

He nods, but snuggles deeper into me.

I remove my arms from around him, making it look like I'm in a normal position, and mom will stay oblivious to the fact that my brother is falling asleep on top of me.

''Here you are.'' Mom hands me the pills and a glass of water.

I take it, and wash the 2 pills down with water.

The cold water if refreshing for my headache.

''Now, Gerard. We need to talk.'' Mom starts.

Uh oh...

Mikes must of heard this, as he shifts uncomfortably on me.

I really want to hug him back, but I know mom will notice... so I don't.

''Mr.Wentz, your psychiatrist said he could put you on medication... but he thinks it's best if you were to go to another place to sort out your problems...''

'Another place' meaning a mental asylum.

A place where the crazies go.

''No.'' I state, ''I'm not crazy.''

Mom sighs, with an upset and sorry look, ''Gerard, your father and I think it would be best too...''

NO!'' I say, louder.

''Gerard.'' She says firmly.

''I can't- we can't- we can't deal with you always bringing up M-mi- h-him... It h-hurts so much... I-I can't, can't do this anymore...'' Mom stutters, and starts to cry.

I feel a pang of sympathy in my chest for her.

I am pretty lucky that I'm the only one to get to see Mikey...

I wouldn't be able to deal with it if I couldn't see him...

I sit up, and by this point, Mikey has left as he got upset.

I wrap my arms around my mom, and she rests her head in my chest.

''G-gee, I-I can't...'' She sobs.

''I know... I know...'' I whisper, followed by comforting shushing noises.

''WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?'' I freeze hearing dad's voice.

Mom also freezes, and we both are completely silent.

Narrator's POV-

Gerard's father opens the door, seeing his wife, tear stained face on his sons chest.

Gerard's mom sits up, and wipes her eyes. She looks over to Gerard, but sees he has completely zoned out, and his bipolar most likely has taken control.

Gerard's father looks like he is going to burst with anger, so mom quickly gets up, rushing to his side.

''I've told him he's going to the place, dear. He's fine with it... Aren't you, Gerard?'' She says, as calm as she can, trying to convince dad that everything is completely fine, and that she wasn't crying just before.

Gerard snaps back to reality, and answer's mom's question.

''Yeah! Everything's great!'' He exclaims, a smile forming to his lips.

Dad grunts, looking from the two, before shrugging and leaving the room, abruptly.

He was strange like that.

He doesn't really care about mom or Gerard unless mom is crying, although he doesn't give 2 shits how Gerard feels.

Mom is his link to money, which is his link to alcohol.

And he was NOT sacrificing that.

When dad left, mom turned to Gerard.

''So... Everything's okay? You willg o?''

Gerard turned his gaze to her, smiling wide, ''Yeah, sure!''

He got out his drawing book, and started sketching, lost in his happy thoughts, the fact about going to an actual mental asylum not crossing his mind at all really.

He will have to deal with that when he snaps back.

Notes

sorry for the wait!! omgee I've just been really stressed with a lot on my plate rn