Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine

I wake up to someone pinning me down.

"Fr..Frankie?!"

I push him off of my bed and stick my tounge out at him.

He pouts and sulks away to a corner.

"Gee!!" Cloudy screams.

"Hey," I say, smiling weakly.

She rushes over to me and wraps her arms around me.

"Cloudy," I begin. "I shouldn't be here."

"Why?"

"I'm not crazy," I mutter.

"You're not, you're just misunderstood."

A million thoughts are racing through my head. I shouldn't be here...why am I doing this...what the heck is going on?!

Finally I settle on one.

"I should be dead!" I shout suddenly.

"No Gee, you shouldn't. We all love you we need you," She says.

Lidi is standing in the door way, looking concerned.

"Gee," She steps forward.

"Lidi, just....just get away from me!" I shout.

She backs up.

"Gee..what's wrong?" She asks.

"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong...ME! I'm what's wrong!"

"Gee, Frankie loves you, he doesn't care how messed up in the head you are, he still loves you. So does Mikey, he just..."

"...Has an odd way of showing it,' Cloudy finishes her sentence.

"Yeah, by avoiding me.." I huff.

They walk out of the room and I send for a nurse.

"Knock out drugs, now," I murmur.

She hooks up the IV.

"Thanks Deniese," I murmur. I had just recently found out her name, because I was so drugged half the day. She told me it.

"Gerard, " She starts. She is the ONLY person in this hospital that isn't a total prick, so she can call me Gerard.

"Hmm?"

I look at her and she smiles.

"What?"

"You need to eat something, you look like a twig." She giggles.

"How is that funny?!" I snap.

"You look like a dead Christmas tree!! I'll get the tinsel!" She bursts out laughing.

"What ever, get me someting like coffee, please?"

"OK," She walks off.

She comes back 20 minutes later with coffee and toast.

"Here you go," She smiles.

"Thanks."

"So...who's that boy that's usually in your room?"

"Oh, that's my boyfriend, Frank," I smile. "God, I miss him."

"I'm sorry," She says.

"He's not dead, just busy, so stop acting like he died," I say.

"OK, Mr. Twig," She laughs.

She walks out and I fall asleep.