Pain shouldn't be temporary.

Billy Follet // 21 // Self Harm and PTSD // Former Patient - Now ghost at Broken Aslyum

[aghostlyelise]

I’m not doing that Billy. I don’t sing

[billyfollet-blog]

So you're saying that you can dance then? Sweet, do the salsa.

[aghostlyelise]

I dont have a choice? 

[billyfollet-blog]

Nope, your only option is to dance and sing and entertain me, no choice.

[billyfollet-blog]

No…. no …. and no not gonna

Come onnnn, fine, I'll just list some more reasons then. Four, because you can so you should, five because I'm asking you to, six because it would also entertain you to entertain me and seven because you don't have a choice.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

It's so hot in here.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

Deal.

[billyfollet-blog]

So let's start this over...*walks out of her room, closes the door and then knocks on it* Can I come in?

[aghostlyelise]

Why should I Billy?

[billyfollet-blog]

Uh, well there's a big list of reasons. One, because I'm awesome so you should entertain me, two, because you have nothing better to do and three because I want you to..

[aghostlyelise]

[billyfollet-blog]

Same, entertain me.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

It's so hot in here.

[billyfollet-blog]

\

No. Seriously. It’s all fine.

If it's all fine then I guess we'll just forget that this ever even happened.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

It's so hot in here.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

It was just a mistake. I understand.

[billyfollet-blog]

Okay, cool. Do you want apologetic cookies?

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

It's so hot in here.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

[She pulls on a robe] It’s all okay. You didn’t see anything. Wrong room I’m guessing?

[billyfollet-blog]

Yeah...Defiantly wrong room, I don't just walk into random naked girl's rooms..If you want to like, erase my memory or something, I understand.

[mel-marx-deactivated20130720]

It's so hot in here.

[She groans standing in her room as she takes off her dress]

[billyfollet-blog]

*walks into the wrong room* Uh..*puts his hands over his eyes and backs up* I didn't see anything, I swear!

[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

He looked into Billy's eyes as tears brimmed at the edges of his own. "It means I have to leave." None of it felt real. He didn't want it to be real. He wanted his voices back. He wanted his mind to be loud and buzzing with voices again. It was too quiet now. Too normal.

[billyfollet-blog]

"No..." He shook his head, Gerard's tears seemed contagious since they also started to fall from his eyes. Billy opened his mouth to say something, anything that could make him stay, but nothing came out. He shook his head and pulled Gerard close against him, making sure he couldn't leave him, not now, "No.."

[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

Gerard's heart stood still. He knew he was going to have to tell him. There was no way out of this one. "Billy I..." He breathed out shakily before he continued. "I'm better. They're...they're letting me go." His hand tightened around Billy's hand. He didn't want to let go. He wasn't ready to let go.

[billyfollet-blog]

Billy blinked, not believing what he was hearing. It was so sudden, Gerard hadn't given any clues that this was going to happen, "What?" He gulped and blinked nervously, "Letting you go where?" Billy looked down at his hand that was holding Gerard's nervously, not facing the facts.

[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

"Okay...okay...here. These are my favorite pieces." He spreads them out on the table so that Billy can see them. "The dove I drew when I first got here, the painting of Jamie in her rose garden, the self portrait I wrecked and my favorite drawing of you. I want you to have them all." He lets his hand fall to his side and finds Billy's, taking a hold of it and interlocking their fingers.

[billyfollet-blog]

He looks at the drawings and paintings. Billy always joked around that he was such a great artist but Gerard really was. He gave a gentle squeeze to Gerard's hand, confused about why he was getting these, "Thanks...But why're you giving these to me?" He squeezed his hand a bit tighter.

[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

Gerard turned back to Billy and cupped his face with both hands, slowly pressing a loving kiss to forehead. "Actually, I... I have some stuff for you." He turned back to the tables and began sorting through the seemingly endless stacks of painting and sketches.

[billyfollet-blog]

Billy smiles, loving the attention that Gerard's giving him at the moment.  "For me?" He makes the joking Pshhh sound, "You shouldn't have.." He crosses his arms and watches Gerard shuffle for through his different art pieces, wondering what he was going to end up with. 

[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

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[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

For once, Billy was someone that Gerard didn’t want to see. For his whole life, Gerard had been one of those people with the ability to slip away into the background; to disappear without anyone realizing. But ever since Billy had come into his life, he had felt more confident, more worthy of being in the spotlight. More important. He would have given anything to slip away at that moment. This was going to be too painful to bear. “I’m uh…just…tidying…"

[billyfollet-blog]

Billy laughs, "Just tidying? Since when have you ever tidied anything?" He shakes his head and squeezes Gerard around the waist, smiling and resting his head on his shoulder, "Paint me something, Picasso.."

[gerard-d-angelis-archive]

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Gerard began tidying away his things in the art room, sighing and running a hand through his dark hair. He knew leaving this place was going to be harder than he thought.

[billyfollet-blog]

Billy walks into the art room, seeing Gerard there he decides to sneak up behind him and put his arms around Gerard's waist, "Hey, why're you putting away your stuff?" He could tell something was up.

[mickaylasheerer]

-sits in the rec room reading a book leaning back on the couch carefully-

[mickaylasheerer]

Worse my brother tried to kill me again 

[billyfollet-blog]

Again? Well that's messed up...