I Question Your Dreams and Your Daily Schemes.

A Chapter by Chloe White

"Lets talk about your hair Gerard."
I sat, staring at the old, rotting therapist from the chair opposite of him. I wondered how much time he would end up wasting on me.
"What about my hair?" I said, mocking his pompous tone of voice.
"It's long."
"I'm aware of that."
My jet black hair happened to reach my shoulders; but why the f*****g f**k did that matter?
"Are you... rebelling against something perhaps?"
"How does the length of my hair rebel against something?"
"Boys grow out their hair to rebel against society. To go against the norm. Would you say that's true, Gerard?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just too lazy to get a f*****g haircut, Jesus Christ!"

And that was the end of therapy session numero one.
I got escorted back to my room where Frankie not lin was returning from his therapy session as well.
"How was it?" He asked me, jerking his arm out of the grip of one of the male nurses.
I raised an eyebrow,
"Full of bullshit," was my reply.
"You know, they're there to help you," Frank seemed to scold.
I glared at him, "He told me because my hair was too long that I was "rebelling against society" or something."
Frank snorted, "Well, your hair is long."
I shrugged, stretching out on my bed and running my fingers through my long, thick black hair. Frank got up from his bed, shaking his hair out and looked at me, "I'm going to get some dinner, want to come?" He asked.
I looked up from my chipping black fingernails and shrugged. It's not I had anything better to do.

"What the f**k is this s**t?" I sneered, looking at the glob of goo that was sloshed onto my tray.
Frank shrugged, "Smells good though."
"Smells like dank and cat piss." I grabbed a fork and sat down with Frankie.
"Why are you so bitter?" Frank asked suddenly.
I stared at my food.
"Why are you so god damn optimistic?"
"You didn't answer my question."
I ran my finger through my food, licking it off my finger. It was some sort of Mexican dinner. Re-fried beans, yellow colored rice and nachos with melted EZ-Cheese on top.
"I'm here aren't I?"
Frank shrugged, "Touche, but why are you here?"
I looked at him, "Why are you asking so many questions?" I snapped.
"Why so serious?" Frank hissed deeply, mocking The Joker from Batman.
My fork dropped, "You did not just quote Batman."
Frank smirked, "So what if I did?"
I bit my lip, a small smirk appeared on my lips. No, not a smile.
Gerard Way doesn't mother f*****g smile, ever.
"Oh, um. I think Batman is pretty cool." I shrugged.

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