Gerard pov.


"Gerard?" A voice whispers softly to me. My eyes open slowly and I blink the feeling
of sleep still itching on my lids. Ugh, I'm not ready to get up yet. I rub my eyes, and jump a little,
startled when I see my mothers roundish face standing above my bed. A sincere smile is on
her face, as confusion takes over mine. What's she doing here? She's supposed to be at home, working, not visiting me in this prison of a mental institution. "Honey, it's time to go home." She says, the smile on her face widening. I can feel a smile begin to form on my lips too, as my heartbeat rises and a feeling of excitement flows through my veins.

"R-really?" I ask, not fully believing the words escaping my mothers lips. She nods slightly before there's a knock at the door and in walks my doctor of two years, Dr. Tuck. "Hello Gerard, excited?" He asks, a joking smile on his face when he sees the glint of excitement clearly in my eyes. I nod and he chuckles a bit. "I'm going to go grab some of your medication that you will need to be taking every day." He tells me, his tone emphasizing the 'every day' part.

He walks out of the room and I feel a sudden burst of anger rise in me. It's like I need to throw something. I need to hurt someone or break something. I don't know where this comes from, but I'm used to my short-lived waves of anger. They happen quite frequently, along with the other changes in emotions. Why do I need medication? I'm finally getting out of this place and I need more fucking medication? Are they trying to drug me? I'm fucking fine! I don't need any medication! I'm normal! "Are you ok sweetie?" My mothers soft as silk voice whispers, breaking me out of my anger filled trance, but only for a moment. I turn around, as I had been rocking back and forth on the ground, and slowly turn my glare towards her. "No, Mother, I'm not ok, not when the idiots that run this place are giving me even more medication than I had when I was in this hellhole! I don't need it, I'm not crazy, I'm fine!" I shout, bringing my hands over to cover my ears and drown out the ringing that now is bursting in my eardrums. Great, another headache, just what I need.

Somewhere in the middle of my tantrum, a wave of sadness hits me, and I completely break down and fall on my back, as I burst into tears. Why do I do that? It's almost as if a monster, or my inner demon, takes over inside of me, controlling my emotions, my actions, my everything. But, it can't take over my thoughts. I'm always in control of those. What if they can take that away from me too? I start to cry even harder, gripping the ends of my hair, and trying to block out the demons from entering my thoughts. I wipe the tip of my nose and rub the tears running down my face to try to hide the fact that I was crying.

Dr. Tuck walks in again, and I'm caught off guard, so I quickly finish wiping my tears away and sit back on the bed. He is holding the dreaded medication and I quickly regain composure. "Ok Gerard," He starts, holding up the orange pill bottle and examining it. "I'm going to be putting you on Clozapine and Thorazine. Both of those medications working together should help you to at least get through daily activities, and you should hopefully improve a lot." He informs me, a hopeful smile on his face. I can feel the anger rising again at the mention of my fucking medication, but I use every ounce of energy I have left to push it down.

Tears fill my eyes as I nod my head, straining my muscles, and trying to hide my splotchy face. "Well," He says, clapping his hands together happily. "I'll get the paperwork, and we'll get you out of here." I give him a small smile. "Come on Gerard, be happy, you're finally getting the fuck out of this hellhole." Someone tells me. "Who said that?" I say, a little louder than I meant to. Dr. Tuck and my mother both give me confused looks. "Who said what?" My mom asks. "Gerard, if somethings wrong, we can always keep you here a little longer if you want..." He tells me, before I cut him off. "No!" I shout, way louder than I wanted to. "Um, I mean, no, I'm fine." "Alright." He starts. "Just remember Gerard, you have severe schizophrenia, it can be very dangerous for you and the people around you, especially with how severe your particular case is, I just want to make sure you and the people around you are safe." He warns. "You're always welcome here if anything goes wrong."

I thank him and grab my tiny bag filled with my lack of possessions, before taking my first step out of my room. I walk down the hallway with my mother and can feel my fingers start to tremble by my sides. Who knew getting the thing I've wanted for the last two years could make me so anxious? I stop at the front door and hold my breath,looking out the window on the door. I see flowers on trees blossoming and birds flying in the pastel sky. I open the door and let go of my breath, taking in the warmth of the glorious sunlight. Finally, I got what I wanted, and it feels so, good. The only thing I have to worry about now is high school.

Notes

New story guys! I hope you liked the first chapter, and I'll try to update rlly often, since Summer Break is almost coming up. I'm rlly excited for this story, and I hope that I can write whats on my mind atm XD

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