Frerard - Im Not Crazy

Frerard - Im not crazy.
:Gerards POV:

Im not crazy, im not.

I sat in the blank room, just staring at the blank walls. How did i get to this? Why am i here? Oh yeah, thats right. Remember that night Gerard, that night you swallowed a whole box of pills? Swallowing four at a time, 5 times in a row? You woke up two days later in a mental hospital. Remember?

Suddenly my thoughts were inturupted by my door opening.

"Hello, Mr Way. How are you feeling today?" A young woman in a white dress asked me, reassuringly.

"Fine." I snapped back. Pulling my dark hair out of my face.

"Well, you're due in councilling room three in ten minutes, so get dressed." She calmly replied.

I looked down and realised i was sat completely naked, with a thin bit of sheet covering my area.

She left then shut the door behind her. I quickly pulled on some boxers and trousers. I grabbed a shirt and started walking towards the councilling rooms. I threw on the shirt as i backed in through the door. I walked across the already assembled circle and sat in my usual chair.

"Okay so we're all here. We have some new people this week so lets start by introducing ourselves. Ray?" The doctor said.

I looked over at the tall mop head sat with his curls covering his face.

"Umm, Im Ray. Im.. Im 16. Im here because I.. I set my house on fire. Accidently." He said quietly. He never took his eyes off the floor, well i couldnt see them but he kept his head down.

"Very good, Bob?" The doctor said.

"Uh, Hi. Im Bob. Im 16 too and im here because i have anger issues.. and punched someones teeth out." Bob cheekily grinned.

"Um Good, Mikey?"

I looked at my little brother perched next to me, fiddling with his thumbs. His glasses slightly cracked on one side. He hasnt looked me in the eyes since the incident. But hes too scared to hate me for it.

"My name is Mikey, im 14. Im in here for anxiety and nervous break downs. Because of my brother." He said quickly, then looked at me.

"Gerard?" the doctor said.

I looked up and looked around the room and saw a small boy sat in the corner. He looked at me, then swiftly looked away.

"Im Gerard, obviously. Im 16, im an Aries. I like coffee, Mikey is my lil brother, he likes coffee too." I started sarcasticly.

The doctor quickly inturupted me. "Make this quick, Gerard."

"Well im in here, because i tried to kill myself. But i obviously failed. Good enough?" I snapped at the doctor.

"Great, Thank you Gerard. Brendan?"

"Hello, Im Brendan. Im 15. Im new, Im here for self-harm."

"That was great, well done. Last one. Frankie?"

"Um. My names Frankie, Im 15. Im here for.. umm.. Do i really have to say it?" The doctor nodded and urged him to speak up. "Murder."

Everyones faces dropped. Ray glanced up and looked terrified.

"Oh, Right its lunch time. We will continue this after lunch."

Everybody stood up and left quickly.

"Frankie, Gerard, Come here a second."

I froze in my step as people poured past me. Frankie walked towards him, gripping his sleeves. I turned on the spot as the door slammed behind me.

"Gerard, Frankie will be staying in your dorm. Take him to it and make sure he is settled in well."

I sighed loudly and turned away, I ordered him to follow me and he slowly did. He started to catch up to me as we wandered down the corridors.

"So, Murder eh?" I asked him. I was honestly quite intrigued by it all.

"Um. Yeah.." He replied quietly. We walked into my room and he looked around. He went and sat on the empty bed and stared at his feet. What is with this kid? Hes a fricken murderer and hes all shy and quiet? Wierdo.

"So, Frankie, tell me a bit about yourself." I said to him, he glanced up and gave me a sarcastic look. "Okay, ill start." He sat up and flicked his dark hair out of his face. "Im Gerard. I tried to kill myself. I swallowed about 30 pills and hoped i wouldnt wake up. Ive been in here for just under a year. Mikey is in here because he broke down after he found me laid unconcious on the floor. He always relied on me and he thought i was dead. I regret doing that to him. Um, anyway. Why are you here?" I asked him, he looked at the floor, but spoke anyway.

"I uh, I killed my dad.."

"YOUR DAD?! Oh im sorry ill shut up." I inturupted.

"When i was little he used to hit me, and my mum. I could do anything about it. He kept hitting me more and more and i was hospitalized 4 times from it. When i was 14 i found out i was gay, and when i was 15 i finally plucked up the confidence to tell my mum. My mum was so accepting about it, she hugged me and said she'd stand by me. But my dad heard it, he walked over and kicked me to the floor, he kept saying that he would not have a faggot living in this house. My mum tried to stop him and he turned on her. I was badly beaten up but i still wanted to protect my mum. I grabbed the nearest hard object and hit him straight on the back of the head. He died a few hours later. I was too distraught to be sent to jail, so they sent me here. That was 4 days ago." He said quietly.
My heart sank. Here i was because i was so selfish that i wanted to take my own life, i didnt care who got hurt in the process. But he was in here because he couldnt bare to watch his mother get hurt. He gave up everything to save his mum. I walked over and sat next to him, I put my arm around him, he layed his head on my shoulder.

"Its okay, you'll fit in here just fine." I laughed. I felt him giggle from underneath me. He was warm and gentle, i could have sat there hugging him all day but we had to go for evening dinner.