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Two whole weeks. Again.

Two weeks since I last saw Gerard and two weeks since Frank kissed me.

For real, this time, but it felt like nothing else. Our friendship has been somewhat different in these past two weeks. Different in a good way. Not different in a ‘We kissed, so, let’s pretend it never happened’ way. It’s been…nice. Plus, every time I feel like making a mystery trip to the bathrooms, which has lessened, by the way, Frank’s there. He stops me when he can, and if he doesn’t, he sits with me afterward and makes me feel better. I’m glad that I listened to him because behind this insane little guy everyone thinks he is, he’s amazing. I’d be dead without him, and that’s a fact.

I’m walking out of group therapy, talking to Frank when I‘m suddenly over come with questions.

“So,” I begin, “Vampire trivia time.”

“Uhm…okay, then?” Frank giggles.

“Question one. Do you sleep?”

“Yes,” Frank nods, “Everyone thinks we don’t, but vampires do get exhausted. So, yeah, we sleep. Next.”

“Okay, question two. Eating habits. What’s the deal with those?” I ask, because I’ve never really seen Frank eat any food before.

“Ah, well,” he says, “We don’t really need blood, but we do want it. As in, it’s an instinct to drink blood, but, with enough strength and concentration, I learnt to block it out. It’s like I was a recovering drug addict and-”

“Blood was the drug?” I finish for him.

“Yep,” Frank giggles.

“Alright…Do all vampires get freaky mind powers like you?”

“Uhm,” he sighs, thinking, “I’m not sure. I don’t think it happens to all vampires. Maybe just some, I think. I don't fucking know.”

“Okay, interesting….Continuing on the question beforehand, you don’t need normal human food either?” I ask.

“Nope,” he shakes his head, “I mean, we can eat it, if we want, but we definitely don’t need it, from what I’ve experienced.”

“What happened when you tried to eat?”

“Well nothing, really,” Frank explains, “It was just…uncomfortable…tasted weird too.”

“Okay…So, in a nutshell, vampires are basically humans aside from the fact that they don’t need food, can never die, and can move really fast?”

Frank thinks for a moment before nodding, “Yep. That’s pretty much it.”

“Huh. Okay.”

We’re about to walk into the TV room when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see Katherine standing behind me.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Hey, honey. Gerard is here to see you again.” she smiles at me.

“Yes!” I cry, grinning. I turn to Frank, “I’ll catch you later, okay?”

“Sure thing.” he smiles at me, “Now, go see your brother.”

“I will!” I cry, already halfway down the hall, running.

Once I reach the door, I swing it open and see Gerard sitting at the same table as always. Looking up he smiles at me and I smile back. I run over to hug him and sit down.

“Geeze,” he says, “You’re looking a lot better than the last time I saw you.”

“Which was two whole weeks ago!” I point out before sighing, “Dad, again?”

“Yeah,” Gerard says, nodding, “But that’s not important right now. What’s important is, how are you?”

“I’m…good.” I say, surprising myself when I really mean it. “Better, I mean. I’m better.”

Sighing and grinning, Gerard replies, “You have no idea how good that is to hear. I’ve been so fucking worried about you, man.”

“There’s no need to be anymore. I’m fine.”

“That’s awesome.” Gerard smiles at me. “You’re not even begging to come home, yet. You like it here or something?”

“Um. Kind of? Well, no. Look, I have something to tell you and you’re not going to believe it, but you said sorry for not listening, last time. So, listen now?”

“Yeah, okay.” Gerard nods, “What’s up?”

“You know that guy Frank that I told you about the first time you visited?”

“Yeah. The dude who thinks he’s a vampire.”

“Yes. Him. I’ve been talking to him a lot lately and we’re actually really good friends and stuff. He’s really nice. Like, really nice, and I don’t think he’s insane at all.”

“Meaning…?” Gerard prods.

Sighing, I realize how Frank must’ve felt when he first told me, “He doesn’t think he’s a vampire. He actually is one.”

Gerard looks at me in disbelief.

Pleading, I cry, “Gerard, please don’t look at me like that, okay? I know, I know, I know. It sounds crazy and everything and I didn’t believe him at all at first, but remember when I asked you if I should believe something that made me question reality? That was Frank! And he has proof. He showed me, Gee. He isn’t lying! Please don’t look at me like I’m crazy, okay? I’ve spent weeks telling myself that I’m not. Just, please, please listen to me and believe me.”

Gerard frowns and suddenly looks a little nervous, “Um…Mikey, what…Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, Gee.” I insist.

“You just told me Frank’s a vampire, Mikes…vampires don’t exist. You said so yourself. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Gerard whispers.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Gerard. Listen. I didn’t believe it either. I seriously didn’t. But he showed me. I know it’s real.”

“Mikey, it isn’t real.” Gerard says, frowning harder, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing!” I hiss, “God, Gerard, you’re my brother. I thought of all people, you’d listen to me.”

Gerard covers his face with his hands and says, “Mikey, you aren’t making sense.”

“No. I am. You just don’t think I am because you haven’t seen it like I have. I’m making perfect sense.” I tell him, but I can see he doesn’t believe me.

“Mikes, snap out of it!” Gerard tells me, “Listen to me. It isn’t real. That dude is crazy. Don’t let him force you into telling everyone he is. What the hell are you talking about?”
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“Frank is not crazy!” I almost yell, getting angry, “He’s not forcing me into anything! He’s telling the truth and I know he is because he’s proved it to me. Wanna know something else? Since neither mom or dad care about me enough anymore to get me out of here, Frank and I are getting out ourselves. And when we do, I’m not coming back home again. Ever.”

Gerard’s expression changes from confused to hurt in an instant and I see it clearly, “Mikes…w-what? Don’t say that. Please, don’t. Okay? You’re really scaring me, bro…I’ll talk to mom and dad tonight, okay? I’ll make them get you out of here. Just…fuck, don’t say that.”

“But, it’s true, Gee.” I sigh, “As much as you talk to mom and dad, they won’t get me out of here. We both know that. Look, Gerard, all I need right now is for you to believe what I’m telling you. Please. Because if you don’t, you’re gonna think I’m completely nuts and you’ll never wanna see me again because all I’ll be is the insane little brother you knew once.”

“Sending you here was a huge mistake,” Gerard whispers to me. “What the hell is it doing to you?”

I shake my head at him, “Gee, it hasn’t done anything to me except make me pissed off and sad, but Frank makes it…bearable. Better than it was before. Just listen to me. We aren’t crazy or insane or anything like that. He’s helping me. I’ve been pretty fucking miserable in here and that was even worse when I hardly saw you. But, he helps me. We help each other, Gerard, and it’s awesome, and now, since no one else will, we’re gonna get ourselves out of here.”

“Mikey,” he whispers again, “Please stop talking like that. You’re freaking me out.”

Sighing, I rest my chin on my hands, “I thought you’d listen, Gee.”

Gerard looks really confused and almost like he’s about to cry. Standing up, he sighs, “Mikey, I have to go. Dad told me I have to be home by, like…shit, in ten minutes. Just promise me you’ll hang in there, okay? I’m gonna talk to them. I promise.”

I stand up as well and nod my head. I don’t believe him, but he doesn’t believe me either. So, I guess, that’s makes us even. He pulls me into his chest and hugs me tighter than he ever has before. I hug him back with as much strength as I can muster.

“Gee,” I whisper, my voice cracking, “Please just say you believe me. Please.”

Gerard doesn’t say anything while we’re still hugging. Once he releases me, he says, “Everything is gonna be okay, Mikes. I have to go. Please, please, please hang on for me. I love you so much. Just hang on.”

I feel the tears well up in my eyes as Gerard turns away from me and walks towards the door.

“I love you, Gee.” I say, weakly to him. This could very well be the last time I see him. “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too, Mikes.” he says to me.

Gerard gives me a strange expression before walking out the door. It’s a cross between hurt, confused, worried and nervous. Either way, it isn’t that pleasant. When he leaves, I walk straight back to my room without talking to anyone. I don’t even go to look for Frank. Right now, I’m hurting too much. I finally tell Gerard the truth and now he thinks I’m going insane. That was probably that last time I’ll ever see him and he thinks I’m crazy. The mood of his visits are always so unpredictable.

I walk into my room and curl up on my bed. I let myself release the tears I’ve been holding since I said goodbye to my brother. I only cry for about a minute when I feel a cool brush of air and Frank lying behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

“Mikey, I saw you walking back, what happened?” he asks me, sounding worried.

“G-Gerard!” I sob, “I tried to tell him about it…I tried, but now he thinks I’m c-crazy!”

“Oh, honey.” Frank sighs and nuzzles his face into my neck, “It’ll be okay. I promise.”

“W-What if it isn’t, Frank?” I ask, still crying, “I-I might never see him again. I don’t wanna let my brother go! I-I’m so fucking scared…W-Where‘d you put my razor?”

“Don’t ask me that question, Mikey,” Frank gasps, “…And don’t be scared.” he whispers to me, “You won’t lose him. I promise. It’s going to be alright. Just trust me. I'll make everything okay.”

I turn around in his arms so I’m lying down and facing him, “M-Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe we shouldn’t escape. It could be a huge mistake. Where are we meant to go after we leave? We didn’t think this through. W-We shouldn’t do it.”

Frank frowns at me, looking hurt, “Mikey, I’m a vampire. I told you that I don’t need food or any shit like that. So, while I’m being my vampire self, I’ll take care of you. I’ll find somewhere for us to stay and I’ll make sure that you get everything you need and everything you want. Please, don’t back out on me. We’re gonna get out and we’re gonna be fine. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

I think for a moment. I guess, after everything I’ve said to Gerard, I won’t be getting out of here any other way. I just can’t bear the thought of losing him, though. If I go with Frank, who knows if I’ll ever be able to show my face to him again. But if I don’t go with Frank, then I’m probably going to be stuck here longer than I can bare.

“Okay.” I say, my voice cracking from tears, “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

Frank sighs and smiles at me, “Thank you, Mikey.”

I just nod my head.

Frank starts rubbing his hands on my back and it’s so soothing, “We’ll do it tomorrow night. The sooner the better, right? Does that sound okay?”

I just nod my head again, too tired and nervous to say anything.

“It’ll be okay.” Frank says, noticing my tenseness.

I just sigh, close my eyes and nod my head slowly. I feel Frank’s forehead press against mine and I give a small smile. Thoughts of Gerard suddenly fill my head and as I’m about to cry again, Frank stops me by kissing me softly. I kiss back as softly as he kisses me because it just seems to help, right now. In the still silence of the room, all that can be heard is our lips moving against one another’s. Eventually, he pulls back from my lips to slowly kiss away every single tear that is left on my face from my crying beforehand, and then simply rests his forehead against mine again and I lay there, feeling well and truly exhausted.

I feel myself beginning to drift off when Frank whispers, “I have to go now. You need some rest.”

“Mmkay.” I mumble with my eyes still closed.

“I’ll come and get you if someone needs you, okay? Just sleep now.”

I yawn and nod my head. Tiredly, I crawl underneath the bed covers and let Frank tuck me in. As if I’m a little kid. I feel Frank kissing my forehead gently before he leaves me completely, and, despite my tiredness, I miss him being next to me already.

I start to think of Gerard again. I think all the way back to where this all began. Just me and him fronted with an awkward confrontation in the bathroom. I guess, it has the upsides to it. I mean, if none of that had ever happened, I’d never have met Frank. I’d probably still be miserable as well. Or even dead.

It suddenly hits me very hard; how messed up this whole thing is.

Although I don’t have much energy or tears left in me, I still manage to cry silently for a few minutes before I finally fall into a dreamless sleep.

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