Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Inside an Institution
March 20th, 2004
Gerard's P.O.V
"Well..", Frank Started, "What is it?"
"Miss Iero, is awake and stable."
"That's great!", I yelled.
"But,"
"There's always a but.", Frank said quietly.
"Her memory is gone. She can remember things from her childhood but, anything recent has been blocked in her mind. Most likely, from the stress her body has been in."
"When will she remember?", I asked.
"That, Sir, I don't know. You can never predict what will happen in these situations. You guys may go in and visit if you would like."
We both nodded and walked slowly to Violet's room. As we walked through the door, reality became a bit more unruly. There she was, sitting up in her bed drawing on a napkin, smiling very broadly. She was happy.
"Gee!", she screamed, "Where have you been, you fucker!"
I stumbled back, shocked at what had just been said. What do I say?
"Hey Vi." I said sheepishly.
"Soo, who is gonna explain how in the actual fuck I ended up here?"
Frank and I exchanged a glance.
"You don't remember?", Frank asked, obviously knowing the answer.
"No, the last thing I remember is running my bike into the side of Gerard's house."
She really has blocked out everything. That was 10 years ago. Things are never gonna be the same.
Gerard's P.O.V
"Well..", Frank Started, "What is it?"
"Miss Iero, is awake and stable."
"That's great!", I yelled.
"But,"
"There's always a but.", Frank said quietly.
"Her memory is gone. She can remember things from her childhood but, anything recent has been blocked in her mind. Most likely, from the stress her body has been in."
"When will she remember?", I asked.
"That, Sir, I don't know. You can never predict what will happen in these situations. You guys may go in and visit if you would like."
We both nodded and walked slowly to Violet's room. As we walked through the door, reality became a bit more unruly. There she was, sitting up in her bed drawing on a napkin, smiling very broadly. She was happy.
"Gee!", she screamed, "Where have you been, you fucker!"
I stumbled back, shocked at what had just been said. What do I say?
"Hey Vi." I said sheepishly.
"Soo, who is gonna explain how in the actual fuck I ended up here?"
Frank and I exchanged a glance.
"You don't remember?", Frank asked, obviously knowing the answer.
"No, the last thing I remember is running my bike into the side of Gerard's house."
She really has blocked out everything. That was 10 years ago. Things are never gonna be the same.
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