Gerard pov.





My arms and legs thrash around in the back of the filthy cop car, violently hitting their surroundings as the car bounces over the tiny pieces of gravel on the road, delivering me to hell. Of course, because of the situation I'm currently in, my mind isn't able to work rationally at the moment which is potentially a huge issue because the only reason I'm alive right now is because I'm able to think rationally.

Well, I think I'm fucked.

I mean, thats not the only reason though, I'm also in the back of a cop car, trying to use pure force to open the seemingly not budging door when it's already clear to any normal human being that is not going to work. Even though it doesn't open still, I don't give up. I never give up. So I go back to what I was doing before.

So the car continues to bump along the road in the middle of nowhere and I continue to hit my arms against the car door like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Hey...keep it down kid!" The police officer sitting in the drivers seat barks at me.

Instantly, my arms recoil back to my sides and I stop. I don't want to do anything to upset this officer because I've already done enough.

Well according to them I actually did something. I don't know what the hell they're talking about though, I didn't do anything. They must be out of their minds...

I mean one night I'm laying in my bed sound asleep and then, boom! I'm being carried away from my crying mother in the arms of two buff policemen who look like they don't want to be messed with. And I don't blame them, they have to deal with supposed delinquents like myself everyday.

I mean, since they deal with those type of kids everyday, you'd think they'd know the difference between an innocent one and a clearly guilty one.

Apparently not though...all I can do for now is obey their orders and try to explain my case to someone thats a actually rational.

Hopefully theres at least one person willing to listen to me in hell.

I stare out the window and can see my dull hazel eyes staring back at me in the reflection. The eyes of a now criminal apparently. I don't even recognize myself. It's weird what a certain title can do to a person. It can change the way people look at you.

Like when you get a promotion, you can go from being the person with the lowest position, the one no one respects, to the boss, the one everyone looks up to and wishes to be like.

Thats where I am right now. I was known as the quiet, weird one. Now I'm the criminal. The crazy one. One day and one title changed people complete way they perceive me.

Its kind of scary.

I continue to stare out the window, however this time ignoring my reflection staring back at me and whispering to me to think about the past and make me more upset.

Small bumps in the road make my seatbelt slide down my arms and I watch the yellowing trees of the country pass by like they're painted onto the earth.

Everything is yellow, the trees, the grass, the hay lying around, waiting for farmers to come and collect it and make it have a purpose.

Its kind of sad that all these people see is yellow. Yellow is all they see their whole life.

I mean, maybe some people don't see it as that bad because yellow is perceived as a happy color. I don't see it that way though. Yellow to me is enclosing, makes me feel like the world is closing in on me and trapping me in its endless "happy" bliss.

I hate yellow.

Theres no signs of human life around here though. Maybe we passed that? I don't even see any dilapidated houses, or any houses for that matter.

A wave of anxiety passes over me as a thought pops into my head.

Maybe they're...dead?

Maybe the place they're taking me to eliminates human life around it. Maybe I'm going to be slaughtered like the people who maybe used to live here?

No.

I need to stop thinking like this. I'm getting myself terrified for nothing. Its all made up in my head..hopefully.

Just as I've recomposed myself and calmed down, a large building comes into view.

"See, you got yourself worked up for nothing...theres even a building over there.." I whisper to myself reassuringly.

Once the building comes more in to view, the more nervous I get.

It has a castle-like stature, made of dark gray bricks and has a huge wall surrounding the main building. The wall around it is actually the thing that makes me the most nervous.

Theres barbed wires adorning the top of the wall, and electricity warnings all around it. High tech security lines the walls also and a very high tech gate is placed in the middle.

Once we get closer to the gate I see lots of guards on the perimeter of the building and I sign that I struggle to make out..

Sunnyville? Thats the first word. Sunnyville something...

The car edges closer to the building and I can now clearly make out the words on the sign.

Sunnyville. Sunnyville Mental Institution.

What the actual fuck?

They're taking me to a fucking mental institution?

My blood begins to boil and I can feel my face turning red in anger towards the police who are bringing me here. Why a mental institution? I'd even take fucking jail over this.

We begin to get near the gate, and the police officer stops by the small box holding the guards and shows them his badge. The guard nods and opens up the gate for us.

As if its all happening in slow motion, the gate swiftly moves open, showing the large stone building before me. Its huge and looks absolutely terrifying. The barbed wire is near every exit and electricity warnings are placed at almost every corner.

Finally, the police car stops, waiting for the officer in the passenger seat to get out and come over to my door, opening it for me and placing handcuffs on my wrists.

"What are the handcuffs for?" I stutter, looking down at my wrists.

"So you don't escape." The officer says, as if its obvious, and well, I guess it kind of is. I just nod and let him grab me out of the car.

We walk towards the building and the officer runs his car through a slot where a button turns green and then allows him to walk through.

Damn, they have some high tech security everywhere around here.

When the door opens I'm met with a huge room with a front desk and many rooms and hallways all around. This is the place that I will soon call my home.

The place I may never leave.

Notes

Hey guys!

So.....I havent posted on any stories for like what seems like forever, and I had a great idea, so I thought why not start a new one?

Anyways, I'm very excited for this story and Im honestly rlly not busy during the summer bc I'm a lazy ass and have no friends, so hopefully Ill be updating often whoops.

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