thebrilliant

GERARD'S POV It's dreary here at this hospital. I don't like it, but I can't leave. Doctors tell me that I have been sentenced here because I have erotomania and schizophrenia. They say I need treatment because I'm 'insane' and 'unstable'. I don't believe them, there's nothing wrong with me. I'm the most grounded person I know, I do well in my classes and I love to draw and paint; only Frank of course. He's the love of my life, I can't stop thinking about him. Doesn't matter, because they tell me that I killed Frank. But I would never harm a hair on his head. It was Frank's friends who hurt Frank, who lied to him about me. Frank loved me and

It’s been a week since I was released from the hospital.  Gerard has been with me the whole time, he’s barely even left to go to work at the lab.  I think he’s afraid to leave me alone.  I guess I gave him good reason to be worried.  And if I’m totally honest, I like his attention, I really needed somebody to love. It amazes me how life just keeps moving.  I’m already back at my classes and I’ve encouraged Gerard to go back to his lab.  I promised him that I’d be alright.  It’s a promise I intend to keep because he gives me something to live for.  I know I don’t know him all that well, bu

A week has passed and not much has changed. My mom is still recovering and I've had to go to school as usual. On the bright side, it's almost the end of the school year, which means that this is almost over and it'll be easier to leave. I've talked to my aunt, my mom's sister, and she offered to have us stay with her. I think that'd be a good idea for my mom, her sister can help her through this transition. I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing though, I can't abandon my mom, but I can't make Gerard go live with my aunt or something. I've told him about the option, so maybe he's had some ideas. He's coming to meet me soon so we can talk when

I ran almost all the way back to Samezuka.  What was I thinking spending the night at Makoto's?  What would I say to Sousuke when I got back?  Still, I shouldn't have just run out of Makoto's place, he didn't deserve that.  That night with Makoto was one of the best I'd had, so why did I run away?  Because of Sousuke.  I love him too much to hurt him like that.  But I did... and I'd be coming back wearing Makoto's shirt... how could this get worse? I walked down the hall to our room and paused at the door.  I was nervous to actually go in, I had no idea what to say.  But I turned the door handle a

I walked up to Gou's door and knocked.  I wasn't sure if she was up yet, but I had to talk to her.  I had actually gone home that weekend, after everything with Sousuke that morning, I just couldn't stay in that room.  I really needed to talk to someone and I just couldn't go to the people I normally turn to.  It would still be weird for a while to talk to Sousuke, but I couldn't just run to Makoto's arms.  That wouldn't be fair to either of them.  So there I stood, knocking at Gou's door. Finally she opened it.  She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she looked up, "Onii-chan!  You came

He sat down at the desk, carefully running his hands across the surface.  It wasn’t his desk, but the owner was gone.  The owner’s brother had looked through the desk and told the man currently sitting there that he needed to see something inside of it.  As soon as the man had come into the room that had the desk, the brother mentioned something in one of the drawers and hastily left the room. Now he was sitting at the desk with his hands resting on the top.  He had found out what happened to the owner and things were not looking good.  He used to know the owner; they had been friends, good friends, almost more than friends.  But

He sat down at the desk, carefully running his hands across the surface.  It wasn’t his desk, but the owner was gone.  The owner’s brother had looked through the desk and told the man currently sitting there that he needed to see something inside of it.  As soon as the man had come into the room that had the desk, the brother mentioned something in one of the drawers and hastily left the room. Now he was sitting at the desk with his hands resting on the top.  He had found out what happened to the owner and things were not looking good.  He used to know the owner; they had been friends, good friends, almost more than friends.  But