Bipolar Sunshine

Gerard's POV

I had been here for a week and pretty much been having a manic episode so poor Frank was pretty much suffering not that I don't think he minded but I did feel sorry for especially when I couldn't sleep.

"You know we could break out of here." I said as we sat having lunch.
Frank looked at me and raised his eyebrow.
"We go through the front door." I said quietly.
Frank chuckled.
"Tried that and it didn't work." He said.
"Okay, maybe hide in the wash things they put the washing in and get out that way." I said and bit into my apple.
"Sadly Gerard washing gets taken when its therapy. The sneaky cunts are always one step a head of you." He said.
"Bastards." I muttered and Frank chuckled.
"So do you know anyone who's gay and is in need of a good fuck?" I asked and looked at him.
Frank started to choke on his drink.
"Gerard!" He scolded and glared at me.
" What?" I asked.
"You can't say that in the middle of the dinning court." He said.
"Why not? I just need to know." I said.
"Fucking hell." Frank muttered.
"Well if you really are looking for good fuck then look no further." He said and looked around and looked at me.
"Your just saying that because you don't want anyone else to be near me." I said and had some of my drink.
"No I'm generally saying it because I'm gay you dumb fuck." He said.
I frowned and looked down.
"Gee, I didn't mean it." He said but I got up and went to our room and just lead on my bed.

I hate it when I go from manic to depressive it just makes me feel like the biggest asshole ever.
I was miles away when I felt my bed dip behind me.
"Gerard? You okay?" Frank asked.
"Yeah." I lied because I really didn't feel okay.
"I'm sorry for what I said." He said.
I rolled over and looked at him.
"Its fine. I've been manic for a few days so I was just waiting for this to hit me hard, which it has." I said.
Frank smiled.
"I thought it was me. I felt really bad." He said.
It was my turn to smile.
"Its fine. You might just have to bare with me for a few days that's all." I said.
A nurse came round.
"You have therapy the both of you." He said and walked off.
"What therapy have they put you into?" frank asked as we both got up and made our way to our different stupid therapy sessions.
"Art. You?" I said and looked at him.
"Music. Not that I actually do anything I'm just there for the guitar." He said and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well this is your room. I'll see you later." He said and walked off.
I sighed and walked in the room got a bit of paper and pencils and some other stuff I wanted and sat on the floor in a corner and started to draw.

"What you doing sat here? Why don't you go and join the others." A nurse said and knelt in front of me.
"Fuck off." I said and went back to what I was doing.
"Come on Gerard. How are you meant to make friends when you just isolate yourself away from everyone." The nurse said.
"I don't need friends now leave me alone." I said seriously.
"How are you meant to get better when you don't talk to anyone?" The nurse asked.
I looked at them out the corner of my eyes and just dumped everything off me and got up and walked out the room and went back to mine and Franks room and just lead on the bed and slowly feel asleep.

I was woken up by someone sit on the edge of my bed.
"Gerard, you have to go back to therapy." Someone said.
"I'm not going back just leave me alone." I said.
"Okay, maybe we could stay here and you can finish your drawing you was doing." They said.
"Not allowed stuff in here because of my room mate." I said.
Not that I blame Frank because it wasn't his fault.
"While I'm here so it doesn't matter." She said.
I sighed and gave up with arguing so I sat up and got my drawing and finished my drawing off.

By the time Frank got back I had finished my drawing and the nurse was just walking out with all the stuff.
"Hey Gee." Frank said happily using his nickname for me which made me smile like an idiot.
"Hey Frank." I said quietly and looked down.
Frank walked over and sat next to me and picked my drawing up.
"Fucking hell Gee, your really good." He said and looked at me.
"Its not that good." I said quietly.
"It is. I can barely draw stick men without it looking like shit." He said which made me chuckle and smile.
"There's that smile I like." Frank said quietly.
I looked at him and looked at the picture which I drew.
"Here you can have it." I said and put the picture on his lap.
"You didn't have too." He said and looked at me confused a little.
"Yeah I did. Its called a dreamcatcher. Its meant to catch the bad dreams and let the good dreams through." I said.
Frank sighed and looked down.
"I know you have bad dreams. You woke me up the first night I was here so I thought I would draw you one since we can't buy one or make one." I said.
Frank smiled.
"This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me." He said and looked at me.
"Glad that it has cheered you up." I said and looked down as my depressive mood slowly creep back into my mind.

Frank got off my bed and walked over to me.
"Can I give you a hug?" He asked and looked down.
I nodded and Frank wrapped his arms round my waist since he was a lot shorter than me.
I put my arms round his shoulders awkwardly.
Frank pulled back and smiled and walked back to his bes and sat down and picked my comic up and started to look at it.
I smiled and lead on my bed with my back to everyone and just stared at my wall.

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