Needless to say, I was confused out of my mind. “You know, he never leaves any survivors.” Hart said. Who? “He left them both alive.” Both?
Frank and I were friends again. I don’t know what it was. I didn’t hate him. He didn’t hate me. I was just worried. About Eric. Eric didn’t exist. Frank thought he did. That wasn’t good. ‘Eric’ hasn’t come back. But I think he will. And that’s what worries me.
The cops came the other day. I was afraid they’d arrest me. They didn’t. They said they just wanted to talk. I knew they wanted to take me to jail. Only one of the officers came into the room with me. Ms. Hart was standing in the back. Quiet. He smelt like coffee and something else. It was gross.
“How old were you when you killed them?” He asked.
“Thirteen. I think.”
“I don’t remember much about it.” I admitted. He stared at me with a raised eyebrow. It was the truth. I didn’t really remember. But it was when I was thirteen when they first took me to one of those hospitals.
“Mhm.” I didn’t like the way he made that sound. I don’t think he believed me. He didn’t like me. “How old was your brother?”
“How did you kill him?”
What kind of question was that? “What do you mean?” I asked. I was confused.
“Did you stab him, shoot him, strangle him?” He looked bored.
“I don’t know. There was blood.” So much blood. Everywhere.
“What was your brother’s name?”
“Did you hate your brother, Gerard?”
I stared at him in horror. What?! How dare he! No, I didn’t hate Mikey. I loved Mikey. He was my little brother. I was supposed to take care of him. I didn’t.
“Then why did you kill him?”
“I don’t know.” Now I was crying. I didn’t like these questions. At all. Ms. Hart stepped forward and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Officer Lewis, may I speak to you for a moment?” The officer nodded and followed her towards the door.
I was still crying. I could hear only bits of what they said.
Ms. Hart’s voice was more hushed than his. “Why are you torturing him? There’s no need to.” Yes there was. I was a bad person. I deserved to be tortured. Hurt.
“I’m doing my job.”
“But he hasn’t done anything.”
“We don’t know that.”
“Yes we do!” Ms. Hart’s voice rose.
“Ma’am, there’s a possibility that he’s a killer. I’m just doing my job.”
“He’s a survivor.”
What were they talking about? I was a survivor? Of what? They were whispering again but I couldn’t understand what they said. Then the officer came back over.
“I’m gonna ask you again, Mr. Way.” I didn’t like being called, ‘Mr. Way’. That was what they called my dad. “Why did you kill your brother?”
I began to cry harder. Oh, Mikey. “I didn’t mean to!” My voice was louder than I expected.
“Gerard…” Ms. Hart touched my shoulder again. “No more questions.” She snapped.
“I’m not finished—“
“Yes. You. Are.” She said, harshly. I kept crying. The officer looked angry. But he left. I didn’t mind. I didn’t like him. Ms. Hart told me everything was all right. It wasn’t. The officer said he’d come back.
How. Fucking. Wonderful.
This would be the second time that Gerard had told me he would tell me his secret, but he never did. You know that feeling where you’re watching a movie and you’re dying to know the ending? But it just keeps teasing you and teasing you and you’re practically on the edge of your seat? That’s how I felt. I was dying to know Gerard’s story. I mean, how could I not?
And he always made me feel strange inside. It wasn’t a frightened feeling, it was more of a fluttery feeling. Like the feeling you get when you were nervous. What were they called? Butterflies; but the good kind. I don’t know what it was. I always seemed to feel happy every time he smiled at me. God, I loved his smile. Was that wrong?
Gerard had complained of having a stomachache so he went to bed early. I told him not to eat that nasty onion soup. I was about to fucking die of boredom. I’m sure people say that all the time, but I could have sworn that if I didn’t do anything soon; my heart would have stopped beating. So, I got up out of bed and decided to walk around. Since it was an asylum, there wasn’t much to look at. There were always different patients doing fucked up things, but still – nothing new to me. Except the policeman.
It was Officer Lewis from the other day; I recognized him right away and hid behind the wall, peeking around the corner every now and then. He was talking to Hart, and suddenly she went into her office with him. I would have just ignored it, normally but then I heard Gerard’s name. Now I just had to find out what they were talking about. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I slowly made my way to Hart’s office. There was a small book-case just outside the door, with a few magazines and a flower vase on top; Guess she wanted to make it look ‘welcoming’.
That’s one of the great things about being short. You can hide behind small things and not get noticed. I sighed and stuffed myself behind the small bookcase, with my ear close to the door. I felt like I was in one of those Teen Spy movies. It was pretty great.
“Well, Officer, to be honest with you. I don’t like your ‘interrogation’ methods.” Hart said. I could hear something being poured so I assumed she was giving him a cup of coffee.
“Well, Ms. Hart, I don’t know what to tell you. I am just doing my job.” He said gruffly, there was a pause before Hart answered.
“I don’t think you should see Gerard again.”
He chuckled. “It’s not your place to say.”
“I think it is, actually.” Boy, did she sound pissed. “I run things around here. You may be top notch at the department but here, I’m the captain. Understand? And I don’t want you speaking to Gerard Way again.”
“I can’t make any promises, Deanna. This is a serious investigation. We’ve waited long enough. He’s of age.”
“We both know what really happened. He’s innocent.”
“Well, we have evidence to prove otherwise.”
“Oh, really? What?”
“That’s what I thought. He’s innocent and you know it. You just want a case. I’m not going to let you use one of my patients just so you have a case to work on in your spare time. We. Both. Know. What. Happened. Gerard’s lucky to be alive.”
Needless to say, I was confused out of my mind.
“You know, he never leaves any survivors.”
“Deanna, we have to-“
“He left them both alive. They need to be protected, not questioned.”
I made the mistake of leaning forward and accidentally pushing the book case forward. I froze. The vase on top crashed to the ground. I heard footsteps as Hart came to the door and a door slamming – probably Mike coming to see what had happened. I got up, knocking the book case over and running as fast as I could. I hid behind the corner just as Hart opened the door and Mike reached the office. I held my breath and I felt like my heart was going to burst. As they looked around and Mike questioned Hart and Officer Lewis, I took the opportunity and ran back to my room.
I finally let out a gasp as I closed the door behind me. Gerard sat up in bed and demanded to know what was wrong. I couldn’t speak. One I was out of breath, and two;
I was still trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened.
Author's Note- Tell me what you think? x