Chapter 47 You walk the empty streets, in search of that park. Emily said her and everyone else would meet you there. You round the corner and run into Emily, panic across her face as she takes you into view. "O-oh. Frank. Good." She stutters out, dragging you back towards the park, where you see Amber, Ash and- Wait. "Where's Gerard ??" Emily stops dead in her tracks, exchanging glances with the others. "That's.. Actually what we want to talk to you about.." She says, worry and guilt lining every word. "Why ?? What's happened ?? Where is he ??" You say calmly, but panicking greatly on the inside, your heart turning itself inside out, your mind racing at the thoughts of what could have happened to Gerard, each worse than the last.. "Well, it's a pretty long story.. you've been in hospital about twoo weeks or so.. but so much has happened.." "Tell me," you say sternly, "I want to know everything." Emily relays her story, set to begin about a week ago at school.. Gerard sits down next to the guys, shame evident on his face as EMily looks to his eyes, "Gerard what's wrong ??" She asks, touching his arm briefly. "Mum's making me see people.. Don't wanna talk about it." He mumbles into his arms as he folds them on his knees in front of him. "See people as in psychiatrics or as in dating ??" Ash asks nonchalantly as Amber punches him on the arm. "As in, a therapist. For apparent depression." He raises his voice, glaring at Ash for a second before emily interrupts their little moment. "Makes sense if I'm honest.. I mean, even without Frank how he is.." She says as carefully as she can, touching his arm again to comfort him and avoid arguments. "I don't wanna go on pills Emily. Never." He says, his voice breaking at the mention of having to take drugs to be normal. "An old friend of mine once said that as much as you'd hate to take them, if you need them, it's for the best. No matter how much you hate them, they don't change who you are, only allow you more control of your emotions. Gerard, if they'll help, maybe you should listen.." Emily says matter-of-factly, despite hating the thought of pills possibly more than Gerard. Gerard had his meeting that night, and they put him on something far stronger than the antidepressants Emily had heard of. Over the next few days he became quiet, seclusive, not wanting to be touched or held by anyone but his brother. Eventually he started rejecting Mikey along with the rest, locking himself in his room for hours on end with nothing but a copy of "The Passion Of Christ" and his sketchbooks. Despite the film being on constant repeat, Mikey had told Emily he had never heard sound coming from his brother's room, and the one time he ventured in there, Gerard was sat on the sofa, covers pulled up to his neck, staring at the silent images flashing up on the screen. During the time you had been in hospital, they had broken Gerard. As Emily finished her story with how they hadn't seen him in four days, and that was enough. You ran, you ran as fast as you could back down the road, past your own house. You reach your destination and slam your fist on the door, a shocked looking Mikey answering, noises in the kitchen confirm their mother is in. "Frank ??" Mikey says quietly, shooting you a confused and worried look. "Who is it Michael ??" She calls, peeking her head round the door to answer her own question. "Oh Frank !! It's so good to see you !! Are you feeling better now ?? We were so worried.." "Hi Ms. Way, I'm fine thankyou, is Gerard in ??" You say as politely as possible, but your muscles are still contracting into nervous shivers and you can't control the pitch of your voice. "Yes.." She says, giving you a worried smile before looking at the basement door, "I think it might be good for him if he saw you.. Go on down." She says, smiling again before disappearing back into the kitchen. You exchange glances with Mikey before making your way to the door, just as you reach for the handle, Mikey puts a hand on your shoulder. You turn to question him as he speaks. "He's different, Frank. You might not want to see him like this.." "He's still Gerard, I still-" You stop, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I still care, Mikey. Please. Anything drastic he's changed, tell me now. If not, I'm going down unarmed." "He bleached and cut his hair. Claimed he was purifying it." Mikey says, his expression and tone not changing, constantly looking at you signalling not to laugh, you didn't want to anyway. "Okay. If that's it I'm going down right now." You say, turning and opening the door, closing it on a worried Mikey before descending down the stairs to the second door. So close to him, and yet you feel miles of distance already. That was not the sweet young Gerard in there, not now. You breathe deeply before putting you hand on the handle, almost flinching backwards as the cold metal seemingly grabs your hand. Scolding yourself for being so jumpy, you turn the handle, opening the door.