Gerard pov.




I open my eyes and for a minute everything around me is blurry. I ball my hands up into fists and rub my eyes to make the blurryness go away. My vision focuses a little and I look around the room to see I'm lying in a bed with blue sheets lying over my legs and all the way up to my upper torso. My arms have wrist bands on them, the kind you see in a hospital, and machines worth thousands of dollars are surrounding me everywhere.

I begin to panic, feeling the un satisfying feeling of adrenaline speed up my heartbeat and make my anxiety go wild. Am I dead? Or dying? What did I do?

I can't remember anything, not even two days ago, and I have no clue where the fuck I am.
Obviously by my surroundings, it looks like a hospital, but I don't remember how or why I am here.

My attention is brought to the corner of the room that has a door when I hear a click coming from that direction. I see the silver doorknob slowly turn and I wait in anticipation for the door to open so I can see who waits on the other side. This only makes my anxiety worsen. Fantastic. Finally when the door opens, in comes a doctor dressed in blue scrubs and a white coat with a name tag that says 'Dr. Anderson' on it. I feel my nerves slow down a little, but that feeling is still there. Who knows what this doctor is or what his intentions are. He has a smile on his face and a stethoscope around his neck and takes a few steps towards the computer that has what I expect to be all of my information on it. He begins typing what seems like a thousand words per second, and stare at his fingers as they dance across the keyboard.

"Hello, Gerard." He says, still looking at the computer screen. I jump a little, not expecting the man to speak.

When I remain speechless for a few seconds, he turns around facing me, a smile still on his face.

"Sleep well?" He asks.

I remain silent.

"Do you remember anything?" He asks again, and I shake my head 'no' furiously.
He gives me a sympathetic smile and takes a few steps towards me.

"You don't remember anything?" He asks, and once again I shake my head no. How many times must I say no to this man?

He sighs. I mean, what does he expect! It's not my fault I can't remember anything. Hell, he could be the reason I'm in this place. It's probably his fault!

"Do you remember anybody by the name of "Heath"? You were heard saying this name many times during your attempt, and we have come to the conclusion that he is one of your hallucinations."

Oh.

What is he talking about? I don't have hallucinations. I'm not crazy.

It's like all of my memories come flooding back and I remember everything. Most of them I would have been ok with forgetting, however.

I remember the suicide attempt, the pain, the misery, that I was going through at the time. Most of all though, I remember Heath. He's the reason I'm in this mess! He's the reason they're even claiming I have schizophrenia, whatever the fuck that is. Ugh what I'd do to have him come back and just bash his face in, and leave him to rot, and suffer for what he's done to me.

But I know I won't. If he comes back, which I'm praying to god he won't, I know I won't do those things. I'll give in once again, I'll listen to what he does, and I'll make all of the same mistakes. I know that's going to happen because of how intimidating he was to me from the minute I saw him. It's not even like I knew who he was or how he even got into my fucking room in the first place, it's just his built stature. How he embraced the darkness around him and welcomed it as if it was his home. Or how his icy blue eyes pierced my skin when he looked at me. I've never been frightened of someone before. Always something.

"Gerard?" Dr. Anderson asks, waving his hand in front of my face to get my attention.
I'm brought from my thoughts suddenly and I look at Dr. Anderson who is standing in front of me.

"I'm going to put you on Clozapine and Antidepressants. I just wanted to let you know before we started giving you the medicine so you know what to expect. The antidepressants should help you with your depression so hopefully we can prevent another..attempt." He says, a hopeful smile on his face.

I don't smile back and he sighs.

"I'll have a nurse in to give you your medicine in a few hours. For now you can rest, watch tv or even go down to the cafeteria to get some food, I don't want you getting bored." He finishes, and then walks out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind him.

I sigh loudly, not looking forward to the next few uneventful hours.

I lie my head back down on my pillow and bring my blanket up to my neck, rolling over so I'm lying comfortably. Just as I'm about to shut my eyes, I hear a voice.

"Hey." A voice says, and my eyes shoot open.

Who is in my room now?

I look up at a curtain next to my bed and open it up slowly, to see where the sound of the voice came from. On the other side of the curtain is a boy laying in the same kind of bed I am. He has a black fringe that has blood red dye on the sides of his shaved head and hazel eyes which go together perfectly with his hair.

"Uh..hey." I say quietly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Frank," He says, extending his arm out for me to shake and a grin plastered onto his oval-like face.

I reluctantly extend my arm, shaking his clammy hand.

"Gerard."

"I don't mean to sound rude but, why are you here?" I ask, a little nervously.

He chuckles a bit. "I'm your roommate."

Since when do I have a roommate?

"Oh, sorry I didn't notice you before." I apologize, embarrassed and looking down at my shoes.
"It's ok, most of the time you've been here you're either knocked out cold or screaming in your sleep." He says, that same smirk still wide on his face and I blush a little bit at his words.

This Frank is an interesting boy.

"If you don't mind me asking," I begin. "What are you here for?"

His face drops a little bit, and I almost regret asking. Almost. I need to know.

"Oh, um, suicide attempt...it was my seventh try." He says, quietly. I never thought I'd hear this boy speak quietly. I can feel my heart wrench a little bit. I know what it's like.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm here for.." I try to say but I'm cut off by Frank.

"I know what you're here for, I, uh, heard the doctor talking to your parents about it from on the other side of the curtain." He says, blushing a bit.

"Oh." Is all I respond.

"So Gerard," Frank starts. "What do you think of this place so far?"

I give him a fake glare and open my mouth.

"Oh it's just lovely here, I absolutely love being locked in a room." I say, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Frank begins to laugh, well it's more of a giggle, and it's adorable. Well not in that way, but you know what I mean.

I begin to laugh at his giggle and by the next minute were both on the ground laughing our asses off.

"You know, I'm glad I got roomed with someone that actually gets my humor." I say, for once, a smile wide on my face.

"Oh..yeah." He says, and a smile soon takes over his face too.

"So, what do you like?" I ask him, eager to at least get to know my roommate whom id be spending endless hours with a little more.

"Dogs. Just dogs." He says, and when I give him a confused look he bursts out into laughter again.

"Well I do like dogs, but music is probably my main passion. Black Flag, Iron Maiden, Misfits, stuff like that." He says. "What do you like?"

"Oh uh, I love music too. Bowie, Black Flag and Queen, mostly. And I occasionally do art, it's also one of my main passions along with music, and I spend a lot of my time reading comic books. That's all to tell really."

"Hey! We like a lot of the same things! That's so cool, I've never met anyone with as good a music taste as me." He says, getting really excited and smirking widely.

"What can I say? My music taste is pretty good." I joke.

"I think we're going to be good friends." He says, and I nod.

"I think so too."

I turn around immediately when I hear the sound of the door opening.

"Gerard?" A woman's voice says softly and I can see a small figure through the curtain.

"Oh, I gotta go Frank." I tell him, and he nods.

I walk from behind the curtain and see a nurse holding a tray with medicine on it. It must be the antidepressants and Clozapine.

"I have your medicine, Gerard. I'll be staying here until I see you take it just to make sure you take it and don't try anything." She says.

I sigh and take the medicine from the tray. I have to admit, I'm extremely nervous for this. I have a history of..well getting addicted easily. I guess I'm more scared of that happening than taking the medicine itself.

She sees the worried look on my face and takes a step closer.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I'm gonna be here to make sure nothing happens and well have someone here everytime you take your medicine. I promise nothing will happen."

I can feel my nerves die down and I begin to take the medicine with a gulp of water. I feel the water travel down my throat and i close my eyes.

Nothing happened.
I guess this is going to be my life for however long they're keeping me here. I mean so far, with Frank here, I can tell it's not going to be as bad as I expected it to be. He'll help me get through, I know it. And that's exactly what I need, I can't get through it myself, I'm not that strong, but I know it'll be easier if someone helps me. Maybe that's what Frank needs too.

Notes

So you get to meet Frank in this chapter!

Tbh I was in a rlly weird mood while writing this so if it sounds kinda weird to you that's why XD

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Chapter title from The Pretty Reckless' "My Medicine"