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Chapter Twenty Four. As Gerard replayed the night's events in his mind, he could feel blood pumping through his veins. For the first time, he could feel the satisfaction of a deep breath, and even in just that one second where he recalled the warmth of another's hands on his bare skin, he'd felt more alive and like himself than he had the entire past year. It had caught him off guard, to say the least. It felt so downright odd to feel so alive that he simply didn't know how to handle it. He regretted freaking out in the way he had though, just leaving Frank feeling confused. He hadn't meant for that, but he hadn't felt for so long, hadn't e

Frank’s sister sat next to him on the couch in the living room of his mother’s home, where it was decided that he would be staying until his treatments were done, holding his rough hand in her dainty one, her nails manicured and painted with a light, translucent pink. She smelled like a flowery perfume and it was giving him a headache. He could have said something about it, but he didn’t. It just wasn’t worth it. Six months after his abduction he was seeing two therapists, detailing to the both of them about how he lived with Gerard. He kept his promise to himself and didn’t tell them about kissing Gerard and his odd

Wake. Check. Hygiene. Eat. Every day was a rhythm. Every day was becoming less like a routine and more like a factory system. Gerard felt like he was being put together. He was a car, a piece of machinery, set on a conveyer belt to simply drift through the hours he spent being built into a suitable person. First he was washed, cleaned in the tiny shower he had to share until he was scrubbed enough to be put back on the conveyer belt, then fed so he might not pass out during the day. He had no sense of time. They weren’t allowed to have clocks in their bedrooms. Only the therapists had clocks. Apparently time could kill. Group. Therap

Chapter Twenty Four. As Gerard replayed the night's events in his mind, he could feel blood pumping through his veins. For the first time, he could feel the satisfaction of a deep breath, and even in just that one second where he recalled the warmth of another's hands on his bare skin, he'd felt more alive and like himself than he had the entire past year. It had caught him off guard, to say the least. It felt so downright odd to feel so alive that he simply didn't know how to handle it. He regretted freaking out in the way he had though, just leaving Frank feeling confused. He hadn't meant for that, but he hadn't felt for so long, hadn't e

What is Fear? Chapter 5 XXXXXXXXX “He took me from the park when I was nine. Just grabbed me and threw me in a car. My fear wasn’t in that that man had me, but that he wouldn’t say anything. He was… silent. He locked me in a small room. After he took off the ties I found the room to have just one bed, a boarded up window, and a single tiny bathroom. And then he left me there. “But the worst was that there was a clock with red numbers set up on the nightstand. “Exactly an hour passed and he came back. He… he cut me, my stomach. Then he gave me some food. I refused to eat it, and he hit me. The food was d

Scream, Scream, Scream It’s hard to differentiate reality from fairy tales sometimes. In a mentally unstable mind, it’s nearly impossible, and to experience an episode in which that situation becomes true, it becomes absolutely excruciating to one’s heart. The pain of not being able to comprehend what is a dream and what’s not can practically kill someone. Well, it nearly killed me. Every pore that had been planted upon my skin erupted like hidden mines in a field with perspiration, my brain screaming for words to shout out despite the object lodged down my esophagus helping me breathe. Closing my eyes in a vain attempt

PART 1 OF 2 (part 2 is being written as you read this) Gerard’s mothers ended up finding the two lovers the next morning, tangled in Gerard’s bed sheets and each other’s limbs. She made Frank call his mother to tell her where he was. Needless to say, Linda Iero freaked out when she found out her son  was with Gerard. But, after much argument, she agreed to come over and sit down with he, Gerard and Gerard’s parents to discuss he and Gerard's relationship. Once Frank’s mother arrived, she sat down with her son and Gerard to hear what they had to say. To Frank’s surprise, she didn’t interrupt, and listened

"What do you mean, Mikey?" Frank asked my brother, who showed absolutely no emotion on his face. "Why can't I seem to remember the past few weeks?" Bob, Frank and Ray all looked at each other nervously. Little beads of sweat started to accumulate on their brows. "Mikey," I started, taking a long breath after his name. "You... you hit your head." Mikey's eyebrows raised slightly, but the rest of his face remained apathetic. "I did?" he stated, only barely pronouncing it like a question. "You were playing, and you slipped and fell and hit your head on Bob's drums." Mikey nodded. He opened his mouth to say something in response when Frank i

Mikey’s POV I’m finally going to know what’s wrong with me.  Now that I’m here and hooked up to a machine, the doctors are asking me a ridiculous amount of questions.  I feel like my head’s about to explode, but I’m doing my best anyway. “Have you been hallucinating?” “Which medicines are you on and how much of each?” I decide to just tell them everything I can think of.  Hopefully, some of it’s what they want to hear. Frank’s POV The doctors came out of Mikey’s room and told us what’s been going on.  The infection Mikey had earlier was because he stopped taking the a

Gerard’s P.O.V It was exactly twelve months after Frank had been trialled and he could finally come home. He was the reason I was stood outside the prison in front of my new acquired car. I had finally earned my drivers licence back.  We prayed that Frank might actually be let out for good behaviour but well, it was Frank and he was quite feisty. Within the first month of being there he had already picked about five fights. Chances of good behaviour were slim. Waiting outside the prison walls I was finally given a chance to reflect on how much a court case and twelve months could change our lives. For the better. Mikey and I had finall

Finally tearing himself away from Gerard, who had fallen asleep quicker than he had hoped, Frank moved to get himself something to eat. The day had been nice. Gerard was taken him into town and they had gone an bought comics just like they used to before. Then he took Frank to the Ferris wheel and managed to coax him on so they could get right to the top. Even Frank wasn’t sure about the significance of being up there, kissing Gerard like that. On ground, or in the sky, did it matter? He was still living out his dreams, and living his life with Gee. But it had been…magical. The sheer view, and the way Gerard looked at him with adora