'Cause You Stop The Noise.

"What?"

"You made him up."

"No... Other people saw him."

"You made that up too. Did you know you were severely abused, physically, sexually and mentally as a child? You're sick, Frank."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Schizophrenia."

I started crying.

"But how? I mean, I just saw him.."

"And then he disappeared. Is that the first time?"

"Yes! He left to go to bed at times and we weren't always together but he never just left like that. Gerard wouldn't do that."

"You're forgetting that he's all in your head."

"He just seems so real."

Dr. Tak nodded. "I know, Frank."

I wiped my face off with my sleeve and looked down.

"We're putting you on more pills, okay? We're going to help you."

"So was Gerard."

"I know hon. I'm sorry. You can go back to your room and change out of those clothes. I'll be seeing you again tomorrow, hopefully."

I nodded, and got up and left.