I can't believe his mind has driven him this far. I can only help him to a certain extent. I mean its not like i don't love him, I do, I have for a long time now, but this is wrong, love shouldn't turn murderous, or evil, for that matter. I just wish with all my heart that he could just tell the voices to go away, or just realize that they aren't real, but he can't, he actually feels them, hears them, its just heartbreaking. I still remember that one faithful day, when I noticed something was wrong.
I was watching Family Guy, it was approximately 1:29 am when my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number.
"Frankie? It's me Gerard."
"Oh, thank goodness, you scared me. What's up? Where are you calling me from?"
"Frank, I need you to pick me up. I'm at West Hudson Park."
"What? What the hell are you doing there? It's almost 2 am!"
"I'm calling from a payphone."
"But why are you there?" I asked while slipping on a shirt and grabbing my car keys.
"I couldn't sleep. I decided to go for a walk, while I was walking I saw this man come up behind me. He said such terrible things to me Frank. So I ran away, but he didn't stop chasing me and I ended up here, and its cold as fuck and rainy. Just please come Frank, I'm so scared."
The thought of him being defenseless, cold and all alone in a dark park being chased by a maniac made me want to die.
"Gerard, listen to me, don't hang up okay, I'll be right there, just stay where you are."
"Hurry Frank, he's- Oh my God Frank! He-help me, he's back, he's here!"
I could hear him shrieking and crying over the phone.
"Gerard, I'm here, don't worry." I said while viciously wiping away the tears from my eyes and getting out of my car.
I looked at the nearest payphone, where the phone attached to the chord swayed slowly in the air, side to side. No Gerard in sight.
"Gee! Where are you?"
I didn't get a response, only a shriek of terror exiting my lovers mouth.
"Gerard!" I ran as fast as my short legs could adrenaline making me crazy. I stopped only after hearing a whimper.
"Get away from me!" said a fragile and broken Gerard while rocking back and forth in front of a tree.
As I started approaching the tree cautiously, I didn't see anyone but Gerard.
"Please, just leave me alone." he called out to no one.
"Gerard, I'm here now, its okay." I said while hugging him.
He pushed me back.
"Frank! Are you crazy? He's right there! Do something!" he said while pointing at nothing.
"Honey, he's gone now, there's no one there."
"He's looking at you Frank, he doesn't like you, I can sense it."
I looked behind me once again, just to make sure, but the spot was still empty,
'C'mon, let's go home."
The whole way home we stayed silent. I was worried that this traumatic experience may have scarred him. Once we arrived, I took out my phone and called the police, informing them of the situation. They came in a and questioned us.
"So, Iero, you didn't see this man?" the police officer asked me
"But Mr. Way insists that he was in plain sight, that you should have seen him."
"Bryar, Bob Bryar" he said with a kind smile
"Well, officer Bryar, assure you there was no one in the woods when I got there, but Gerard did see that man."
"Well, we will search the perimeter and if we find anything, we'll let you know."
"Thank you" I said while closing the door.
"I swear i saw him." his voice cut through my train of thought like a perfectly sharpened knife.
"I know, I believe you."
After the events of that night I began to notice a change in Gerard's behavior. He was no longer laughing, or smiling for that matter, he seemed troubled. I decided to take him to a psychologist, thinking he might be diagnosed with PTSD. He was, and they gave him medication, which he took accordingly. But I noticed things like that kept happening, he kept seeing things where they weren't, he kept telling me they were after him, hell I thought he was in trouble with the mafia or something. But even that was better than what the doctors told us.
"I'm sorry to inform you but, Mr. Way has schizophrenia."
Mr.Way has schizophrenia.
Mr.Way has schizophrenia.
Gerard had schizophrenia
And those words were the catalysts to the end of my life.
End of flashback
"Frankie, I'm going to my house." he said while kissing my lips
You see, Gerard hasn't referred to his house with his wife as a 'home' since he was diagnosed. She was in denial and so was he, but whenever he would see something, she would just tell him to man up instead of helping him cope with his situation. so Gerard believed that his house is just that, a place to live, nothing more, it's the feelings that you have with the other resident that makes a house a home, that's why he referrers to my house as a home.
"Okay, be safe, love you."
"I love you, too" he says exiting the house.
"I'm here. What do you want?" I asked angrily.
She had been mad about me leaving the night before to stay with Frank. I didn't need to tell her where I've been. still, she just thinks we're friends, she doesn't really know about our secret relationship. So she kept calling me all day until I finally decided to come over and tell her to shut the fuck up already.
"Gerard, there's something I need to tell you..."
I’m never gonna have a [son]
(Don’t even have a gun!)
She’s never gonna have a son
(Don’t even have a gun!)
I’m never gonna have a S – O – N
And now I’m never gonna have a S – O – N
"I'm pregnant!" she explained happily
"What the fuck?"
"What's wrong?" she asked concerned
"I can't raise a child. I can't even be in a loveless marriage. Do you think I could take care of a child? I have people after me, I don't want to put a child in danger."
"Are you telling me you want me to kill our child."
"No, I didn't specify who was gonna do the killing..."
And with that I walked out. The stranger following me again, and boy was he not happy to hear the news.
This is why she had to go.
This is why they have to go...