I'm Totally Normal!

Gerard's POV-

I slowly wake up, finding myself on a bed which isn't my own.... The nurses office.

I quickly look around to see if I am alone, and next to me I see another bed with a patient on the bed.

He is full on staring at me and smiling.

Why is he staring?!

STOP STARING!

Cause you're a fucking weirdo!

He's staring cause you're weird!

No!

He's staring cause he wants to kill you!

He wants to hurt you!

No he doesn't!

Gerard this is your brain telling you wrong shit don't believe it!

No!

He wants to kill you!

Shut up!

"SHUT UP!!!!!!" I scream, making the guy on the other bed smile wider.

I start panicking

He won't stop staring at me

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!!" I yell in his face.

"No" he replies, and continues smiling, and watching me intently.

I bite my lip really hard, get up off the bed, ignoring the pain in my head, and on my arms from being freshly cut last night, and I punch that motherfucker in the face.

His smile fades, and he turns angry.

"DONT YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH ME!" He yells.

I transition to the paranoid alter.

Paranoid Alter's POV-

I start panicking, I can't breathe!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

He's going to hurt me

You really fucked up this time!

I run to the corner of the room, with my back to him and start sobbing, helplessly.

"Please please please don't. Don't hurt me. Don't h-hurt me. Please please *sob*"

Frank's POV-

I stop being angry as I hear him say those words.

I watch him, curled up against the wall, his back to me, pleading for my forgiveness.

I'm so turned on.

Im not going to hurt him, but I need more pleading.

"I'm going to hurt you!" I say, as threatening as possible.

I hear more sobs come from him.

"P-p-plea-se" is all he can get out before more crying comes from him.

I resist the urge to touch my bulge, or moan, as even I know the limits, I can't scare him too much....

Suddenly, nurses rush in.

They see the kid in the corner, and a guy rushes over to him, and wraps his arm around him.

"Hey hey hey, Gerard, shhh it's your therapist it's okay, shhh" Him therapist I assume reassures him, and gently guides him up and takes him out of the room.

Wait... "Gerard"

That's Gerard.... My room mate.

This is gonna be interesting....

"Frank!"

I look to who said my name, and it was that damn guy from before, the one who introduced me at the start.

Fuckin hate him.

"The fuck do you want?" I spit at him.

"What happened with Gerard?" He asks.

I raise my eyebrows, "what do you care?"

"I care to understand your motives, Frank. To help you"

'My motives' the fuck is he on about?

I just smirk and roll my eyes, "you don't know shit, and you never will" I say, before turning around and attempting to exit the room.

"Ah ah ah! No, Frank I need to understand you. Come sit on the bed next to me and tell me what happened." He says.

This doughe bag is really getting on my nerves now...

He wants the truth, I'll give him the fucking truth!

"I was watching him before he woke up and he got freaked out because I was watching him but I kept watching him and then he got up and punched me and I lost my shit and then he got really panicked and wouldn't stop crying, the fuckin wuss" I explain.

The guy, I don't even know his fucking name yet nods, with one of those concerned looks on his face, looking at me intently.

"And how does his reaction make you feel, Frank?" He asks.

Oh fucking no is he pulling out the therapy card...

I start laughing, "what's so funny, Frank?"

I just continue and gently shake my head, "I'll show you what's funny!"

I take out the blade I keep in my pocket, roll up my sleeves, and before he processes what's happening, I slice down my arm, hard, continuing to laugh.

He thinks he can make sense of me?

No fucking way, no one can make sense of me, and I'm keeping it that way.

Notes

Okay so due to the positive feedback I posted another chapter early :)