Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Let's Put A Smile On That Face
Gerard's POV
I slept for i don't know how long, thinking about the gash in my face. If i survived being in that household, i would be stared at in the streets. As soon as people look at me, they'll see the scars, and only think that i was that guy who got kidnapped and tortured by crazy people, not acknoledging that i had a life before that happened. The cement i was lying on was practically stuck to my cheek. I didn't move. I felt too afraid i would make the gash open more.
Now my cheek had been ripped open, i felt like they would do more to me. If they're willing to do that, they're likely to be willing to do more to someone. That someone being myself.
Suddenly the woman walked in. I weakly looked up to her and glared.
"If only looks could kill, my love" She smiled, sitting next to me. "Now you've had your punishment, i hope you won't do something like that again."
I coughed, sending blood splatting all over her shoes.
"Oh, dear" She breathed. "You're not very well, are you?"
I said nothing, staring at the ground.
"Mr Grin!" She called. "Bring him into the house and lay him on the dining room table."
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Frank's POV
Jamia was told to leave my room shortly before the doctor came in.
"Mr Iero" He said, sitting down.
"Me" I stared at him.
"haha, very funny" He said, unenthusiastically. "Mr Iero, you attempted suicide on the 7th of May, 2007. Am i correct?"
"Yes" I breathed, quietly.
"You tried to overdose on antidepressants, and your partner found you. Am i correct?" He asked, looking down at his clipboard.
"Yes" I said a little more loudly.
"Do you have any reasons for your actions?"
"I wanted to die."
"And why is that?"
"Because my best friend went missing 6 months ago, and life is shit without him"
"Right.." He scribbled something down on his clipboard. "Unfortunately, frank, you are unabled to be trusted to live freely in your home anymore. You will be placed in an institution until you are described as mentally stable."
"Bullshit, no i won't" I almost shouted, getting out of bed.
"Your mother, and partner, who had been taking care of you, have signed a contract handing you into our care"
"Fuck you, i'm fine"
"Mr Iero, you are not mentally stable. Therefor anything you say or do, such as leaving this hospital, will be wrote down as your illness' actions, and not yours" He smiled there. A tiny one, but i still saw it.
"You can't do this. It's my body, i get to choose where i go and what i do. I'm an adult for fuck's sake!"
"You have been sectioned, and if you leave this place, we can just call the police to bring you back. Your partner is packing your bags as we speak. We practically own you now" Then he grinned, and i lost it.
I jumped onto him, pinning him to the floor and punching him as hard as i could. He screamed and called for help. I was utterly blinded with rage. I started to strangle him, and he started gagging. A moment later, a few big guys dressed in blue scrubs, came in and pulled me off him. I flailed as they pinned my arms to the ground.
The doctor sat up, do his tie up and adjusting his glasses.
"Apply a sedative" He ordered.
A moment later one of the big guys brought out a syringe from his pocket. I screamed.
He inserted it into my neck and i felt a cold liquid seep into me.
"NO!" the other guy covered my mouth with his hand.
I bit down as hard as i could, but he hardly reacted. I soon felt myself sinking into the floor, as i felt more tired by the second. Soon black spots were threatening to completely enclose my vision, and i whimpered.
"Oh, frank" The doctor said. "It seems that you're more than a little ill."
I slept for i don't know how long, thinking about the gash in my face. If i survived being in that household, i would be stared at in the streets. As soon as people look at me, they'll see the scars, and only think that i was that guy who got kidnapped and tortured by crazy people, not acknoledging that i had a life before that happened. The cement i was lying on was practically stuck to my cheek. I didn't move. I felt too afraid i would make the gash open more.
Now my cheek had been ripped open, i felt like they would do more to me. If they're willing to do that, they're likely to be willing to do more to someone. That someone being myself.
Suddenly the woman walked in. I weakly looked up to her and glared.
"If only looks could kill, my love" She smiled, sitting next to me. "Now you've had your punishment, i hope you won't do something like that again."
I coughed, sending blood splatting all over her shoes.
"Oh, dear" She breathed. "You're not very well, are you?"
I said nothing, staring at the ground.
"Mr Grin!" She called. "Bring him into the house and lay him on the dining room table."
*
Frank's POV
Jamia was told to leave my room shortly before the doctor came in.
"Mr Iero" He said, sitting down.
"Me" I stared at him.
"haha, very funny" He said, unenthusiastically. "Mr Iero, you attempted suicide on the 7th of May, 2007. Am i correct?"
"Yes" I breathed, quietly.
"You tried to overdose on antidepressants, and your partner found you. Am i correct?" He asked, looking down at his clipboard.
"Yes" I said a little more loudly.
"Do you have any reasons for your actions?"
"I wanted to die."
"And why is that?"
"Because my best friend went missing 6 months ago, and life is shit without him"
"Right.." He scribbled something down on his clipboard. "Unfortunately, frank, you are unabled to be trusted to live freely in your home anymore. You will be placed in an institution until you are described as mentally stable."
"Bullshit, no i won't" I almost shouted, getting out of bed.
"Your mother, and partner, who had been taking care of you, have signed a contract handing you into our care"
"Fuck you, i'm fine"
"Mr Iero, you are not mentally stable. Therefor anything you say or do, such as leaving this hospital, will be wrote down as your illness' actions, and not yours" He smiled there. A tiny one, but i still saw it.
"You can't do this. It's my body, i get to choose where i go and what i do. I'm an adult for fuck's sake!"
"You have been sectioned, and if you leave this place, we can just call the police to bring you back. Your partner is packing your bags as we speak. We practically own you now" Then he grinned, and i lost it.
I jumped onto him, pinning him to the floor and punching him as hard as i could. He screamed and called for help. I was utterly blinded with rage. I started to strangle him, and he started gagging. A moment later, a few big guys dressed in blue scrubs, came in and pulled me off him. I flailed as they pinned my arms to the ground.
The doctor sat up, do his tie up and adjusting his glasses.
"Apply a sedative" He ordered.
A moment later one of the big guys brought out a syringe from his pocket. I screamed.
He inserted it into my neck and i felt a cold liquid seep into me.
"NO!" the other guy covered my mouth with his hand.
I bit down as hard as i could, but he hardly reacted. I soon felt myself sinking into the floor, as i felt more tired by the second. Soon black spots were threatening to completely enclose my vision, and i whimpered.
"Oh, frank" The doctor said. "It seems that you're more than a little ill."
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