Are You Real?

After I finished my breakfast I made my way out to one of the game rooms and found guitar hero. Thank god this damn mental hospital had plenty of money. I started the game and grabbed a controller putting it in the guitar thingie blah blah blah you get it. I chose a song and sat down as it started. About halfway through I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones I felt someone watching me. I turned to see the boy from earlier looking at me from across the room. I tensed up and turned back towards my game once I saw him starting to walk towards me. As cute as he is I'm not much of a socializer. Woah wait Frank. Did you just call a boy cute? Since when did I think boys where cute or even approachable in that way. I sighed and shrugged off my crazy mind as I finished the song. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to be met by hazel eyes and flaming red hair. I could feel my cheeks flame as I stuttered out " C-can I help you? " He gave me a little amused smirk and sat down beside me. I looked around nervously. Suddenly I blurted out, " A-are you real? " His amused expression left and he murmured, " Of course I am silly " A darker blush found its way onto my cheeks and he smiled cutely. I looked down and whispered, " Oh...sorry..so um who are you anyway? " He grinned and started talking in the most beautiful voice ever— WOAH FRANK STOP YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE ATTRACTED TO THIS BOY YET! " I'm Gerard Way...I'm here cause I'm a pyromaniac " He must have seen the alarm and terror on my face because he laughed and said, " Don't worry...I only set fire to myself " he flipped his arms over and lifted his sleeves to reveal dark marks and scars from burns. I frowned and nodded and he pushed his sleeves down with a wince. " So what about you? Killed someone? Suicidal? " I flinched and whispered, " You don't wanna know... " He laughed, " Of course I do! What brought you to a place of such despair and sadness and how old were you when you got here? Obviously I'm new. " I sighed, " You really wanna know huh? Well I'll tell you... "

- Flashback -

She was in hysterics as she held the gun up to me shaking badly. I cried as I felt the cold metal press to my forehead. " M-mommy please " I whimpered out. " I WON'T HAVE A CRAZY PERSON FOR A SON!!! " she screamed. I whimpered and moved just as she shot. The cold metal went through my shoulder and I flew back hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. I stared at my mom with tears blurring my vision as she brought the gun up to her head and shot through her head. " MOM! " I screamed with the last of my strength before the world went dark.

- End -

A cold chill went through me as I relived the day in my head. " I have a mental disorder called schizophrenia...I see things and sometimes they're really bad and cause me to have really bad episodes and get stuck in my head. But that's not the reason I'm here. A week after I got diagnosed with schizophrenia my mom...she got a hold of one of my dads guns and pointed at my head. She said that she didn't want a crazy person for a son. I moved at the last second and her shot went through my shoulder. After that she killed herself. I was sent here so that no one else would hurt me because all of my family hates me but my dad and he died. All of this happened 8 years ago and I'm 16...you do the math. " I whispered the last part and stood up making my way out of the game room and found my way back to my room.
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I didn't see Gerard for a couple weeks. Well I did see him but only in flashes like his hair as I ran from one place to another. Right now I was in my room with the door open and my laptop in my hands. They let me keep presents from my dad before he died and this computer was one of them along with a phone and some other stuff. Only a couple people are allowed to keep electronics and personal possessions and it's usually people who aren't any harm to others. Currently I was listening to Astral Zombies by The Misfits and browsing through social media. I felt my bed dip in and I squeaked as I jumped up and away from the figure who decided to sit on my bed. I looked up to meet hazel eyes and a flash of red frowning at me. Tears came to my eyes and I crawled back into my bed. " Do you need something? " He didn't say anything. Just took my phone and unlocked it since I had a really easy password. I watched him hesitantly a he typed something in and handed my phone back. I looked at it and saw that he had put his contact info in. I smiled slightly and whispered, " I didn't know you had a phone, " He smiled back and murmured, " I still don't have your name and I'd love to know it so I can talk to you like a friend and not a stranger. " A slight blush tinted my cheeks, " Frank...Frank Iero. 16 Schizophrenia " I said giving him the introduction he should have had from the start. " Nice to meet you Frank. I'm Gerard..Gerard Way. 17. Pyromaniac " he said mimicking. I laughed softly and sighed, " Sorry about how rude I was and how I've been avoiding you...I just...I don't like my story and I'm not good with socializing. " He nodded with understanding and got up closing my door. He lay down on my bed next to me and peeked at my laptop. " Misfits are cool... " I nodded and started going off about them like I usually did when someone mentioned something I liked. He just grinned the same time and watched me as I rambled on. I cut myself off and blushed as his grin got wider, " Erm sorry... I didn't mean to ramble. " He chuckled, " No it's fine...I like hearing words come out of your lips " I blushed at the word and looked down. I blurted out, " U-Um wanna watch a movie? " He nodded and sat up next to me as I picked a random movie and pressed play. The movie started as I smiled as I watched his eyes explore the screen. I hesitantly leaned into him needing a hug and warmth and was greeted by and arm wrapping around me in response. He leaned back and pulled me into his lap leaning my head against his chest. I smiled and closed my eyes as I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
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I woke up to a cold empty room and no note. Great. I picked up my phone and stared at Gerard's number nervously. Should I call? I gave in to my curiosity and pressed the call button. His voice answered groggily, " Hello? " I blushed at his voice. " H-hey it's Frank " I whispered. I could practically hear him smiling, " Hey...sorry for leaving. The nurses kicked me out after 8 " I nodded gently and murmured, " Thanks you know...for this afternoon... " He chuckled, " No problem Frankie. I'll talk to you tomorrow okay? " I blushed at the nickname, " Sure Gerard, g'night " I hung up and lay back in bed. That nickname. a smile found its way onto my face and I closed my eyes falling back asleep.

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