Dear Insanity.

^Gerard^
The news Sebastian informed me of was running through my restless mind. I had been laying in this bed for three hours and forty-three seconds. Listening to the soft-rhythmic snoring from Frank who was completely oblivious to my current situation. I had been abnormally paranoid ever-since his words were uttered.

"They're here for you."

A shiver ran up my spine, sending a spiral of nausea to churn in my already-uneasy stomach.

A snap, or, what I presumed to be a snap... pushed my mind into overdrive and the next thing I knew I was sitting up gasping for the sudden lack of oxygen.

"You hear that, Gerard?!" Steven hissed "Somone is here for your pathetic ass" he taunted again. But he wasn't the only voice... no. The room was filled with, long fingers and glowing ominous eyes. I choked on what should have been a scream.. but no noise was emitted.
"I've told you this whole-time" His voice gritted "You and that dull-witted mind of yours refused to comprehend what I was telling you"

My whole being was shaking now. the overwhelming anxiety, gripping at my already-enclosing throat.

"Your. Parents." His voice was sharp. "What about them?" I inquired dryly, trying to be quiet-as-possible. "You were told not to speak of this until he was deemed ready." another voice interfered which alerted me. Looking around with bewildered eyes I tried to focus in on the time, but my mind was hazed over in pure anguish a scream I didn't know I let out, filled the once silent-room... faintly I heard another voice uttering my name but I was too discombobulated to focus on the voice.

"Gerard!" The voice came, clearer this time... I registered the touch of somebody's hands gripping my wrists but that was about it. I still heard the chattering from-inside my still-spinning mind distracting me from reality. Which irked me.

"Gl-Glenn" I hear myself stutter out in an-almost-wheezing sound. "It four in the morning, Gerard" the voice sounded defeated like I had just insulted their dead grandmother.

Mustering up all the strength I had I forced myself to bring said, person into my line of sight... it was Frank, A anguished look painted on his oh-so-pretty face, my wrists enclosed in his grasp. "Plea-Please!" I merely choked out, pleading in an-almost-screeching voice. "Ger-Gerard, I doh-don't think she's awake!" he responded brokenly.

I started shaking uncontrollably "They won't stop!" I screamed, my voice giving out half-way-through, Frank's hands moved from around my wrists to encircling his arms around my shaking frame. I gripped tightly onto his-rough-scratchy scrubs and buried my face into his neck... and for the first time since I got locked in this place, I let out a heart-wrenching sob... once I started, I didn't stop...

"Gee..." Frank's voice came desperately, in that damn concerned tone everyone's been using around me. "It's going to be okay" he whispered.

"Your parents are the reason you are in here Gerard! Fucking remember something, stop suppressing it!" - "Don't you force him to remember, I'm not letting him shut himself down again. We're not having a repeat from last-time you pulled this!" - "Beck, stay out of this, it's between me and this half-wit who can't fucking grow-up enough to accept what has happened to him" - "Steven! You are putting a strain on his well-being right now" - "He's doing that to himself"

"ENOUGH, STOP STOP STOP!" I ripped away from Franks euphoric embrace and weaved my fingers into my-short-white hair, a look of pure horror plastered onto Franks flawless features. "I. Need. Her!" I gasped out imploringly, my mind was screaming at me, I caught sight of the time and let out a pained cry noticing that it had been well over two hours since this all started.

Wait... that means it was five! Dr.Glenn would be in her office now!

Still, in my state of pure insanity, I shot up and raced for the door in a fit of terror. I had not one but two voices, arguing... about my parents, who, I couldn't remember... I heard my name being called, by who I'm guessing was Frank... but I couldn't be bothered by him again, I needed Dr.Glenn.

Pushing open her door open I was met with the dull glow of her yellow table lamp... making the petite-room appear homely in contrast to, the still-dark exterior of the entire building.
She froze momentarily when she noticed me, but instantly moved towards me when she fully took in my stance "Gerard. What happened?!" her voice shook, obviously not expecting my early arrival. "I need answers" I practically sobbed "Gerard... your crying," she observed an agonizing look crossed her-once-calm features "Answeres!" I pleaded in a guttural tone.
"Okay... okay. Breathe, Gerard" her hands were placed on my shaking shoulders. Guiding me to sit down, this time on a small love-seat, that was exceptionally more comfortable than her old-worn-spring chair. "What do you need answers to?" she inquired "A lot." I deadpanned, now drained of all emotions.

"We have until eight, dear... I will try my hardest to answer them. I looked up into her welcoming eyes "What, exactly is wrong with me?" I questioned in a watery voice "I'm aware of the schizophrenia... but. They... know things I don't" my voice trembled.

Dr.Glenn sighed heavily "D.I.D" she sighed "What?" she walked away from me and pulled out a file... my file... "Dissociative Identity Disorder." she informed "You dissociate to protect yourself for certain scenarios. You will yourself to not remember distressing events..." she continued "What... one of them... they said something about my parents... something about me needing to remember."

Never in my whole six years of being here had, I felt so vulnerable. I always sported the I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. Shutting all emotions except anger, out... but my self-confidence has been deteriorating... and I was left with this foreign feeling.

Her eyes widened and she froze "I need you to understand..." she started, no doubt looking for the right words to elucidate. "You... can't handle that stress right now." she looked up at me with knowing eyes "I can tell already that this second alter arising in your subconscious, fighting with the first. Making its self-known... is already putting a strain on your mental health."

I let out a choppy sigh and nodded "Any other questions?" I nodded "One more" she leaned forward, wanting me to continue. "I uh... over-heard you talking last-night... who is Dr.Way?" I uttered out causing her to choke on her sip of coffee "You weren't meant to hear that..." she whispered apologetically, eyes wide with guilt.

She cleared her throat and looked over at me "If you are deemed stable enough by Friday, we will all sit down, and explain that to you. But nothing further." I looked at her with a worried gaze, nodding my head. "Ti-Time?" my voice wavered "You got in here at quarter to five, it's now... six-sixteen. You've been in here a total of one hour and thirty-one minutes" she responded in a soft tone.

She studied me for a few minutes more until she stood up and placed my file back in the sliding drawer... but I needed to know more... I wanted to know more. But... this was overstimulating enough, I decided against my nosiness and looked away from the file cabinet.

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I sat at my table, nearest the window, a dead look on my face. Between getting literally no-sleep last night and the excruciatingly draining panic attack. I no-doubt looked the way I felt.
I stared at the 'french toast' they had served today. Might-as-well just soak a sponge, in sugar water.

"Hey Gerard, you okay?" Frank inquired sitting across from me, causing me to break the staring contest with the gross food in front of me. I cast my attention toward his slightly tired, worried eyes. I merely nodded, looking back down "You're worrying me" he whispered in a tone that pulled on my heart. I snapped my eyes toward his now watery ones "You've only known me for eleven-hours and five minutes..." I countered with a slight frown "still doesn't make me worry any less" he mumbled around a mouthful of grotesque food.

"I'm sorry" I sighed apologetically "I'm just... feeling drained." he nodded understandingly, eyeing me carefully. He went to say something but thank god Carson showed up.

"Good Mornin' boys" she smiled warmly, bringing some-sort of light to this exceedingly dreary day. Winter used to be my favorite. I can remember that much. But ever since I came here life's been dull.

"Sweetheart..." Carson sighed after I had taken my pills "You need to start eatin' this ain't healthy" she stated heartfully "I'm aware." I groaned, she placed a wrinkled hand on my shoulder giving me a pleading look "I can't be bothered today, I'm certain Dr.Glenn made you aware." I unconsciously snapped. She nodded sadly and walked away.

Frank was just staring for the full three minutes and four seconds. I wanted so badly to just feel happy for once. I hated this looming gray-cloud-feeling. "Smile for me, Gee" I heard Frank whisper "I don't like seeing people as down as you look right now" he continued.
I forced a broken smile to humor him before averting my gaze out the window toward the snow-covered-Jersy roads... Christmas was nearing day by day and I hated every passing minute of it. "Christmas is coming!" he cheered happily, an ear-to-ear smile on his face, causing his eyes to crinkle and a little gleam to appear in his eyes.

That notion caused a genuine smile to arise on my stone-cold face "There's that smile!" he beamed happily... I managed to keep that smile there for the remainder of the day, Frank just seemed to radiate a certain kind of unexplicable light that made me capable of feeling an emotion, other than infuriating hate for mankind... and I didn't know how to thank him, because how can you thank someone for just... showing up? you can't but I sure as hell was going to try.

Notes

Hi me again with another update that took me 2 hours to execute and perfect! Enjoy!