toxic | | | frank iero au

.4.

(Possible Trigger Warning. Please be wary.)

"DAMNIT RAY."

Anastasia is running through the halls trying to find him.

"Ray?!"

The sound of puking comes from the very last stall of the empty bathroom.

"Ray, Sunshine, let me in!!"

The awful sound continues.

He's only been here about 3 months, enough for her to have developed a motherly types love for him.

Frank walks past and sees Anastasia leaning against the stall door.

She looks up at him, recognition passing in her eyes.

"You, I need your help."

The desperation in her voice makes him, go to her.

"Knock the door in."

He raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Please, Frank."

He pushes his shoulder against the navy door, and it bursts open.

"Oh, Ray, honey."

She kneels next to him, speaking softly. Ray nods a couple times and stands up, leaning against the wall.

"Can you help me take him to his room?"

Frank shrugs, and gets Ray's arm over his shoulder.

"Thank you." She breaths, and leads the way to his room.

She rubs at her arms, and quickly turns the corners, making sure they're still behind her.

They get him to his room and to the bed.

"I'm s-sorry, Ana."

"It's okay." she pushes his fluffy hair back, "You're just sick."

He nods.
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Frank watches the strange interaction. Anastasia kisses Ray's forehead, and walks out.

"Thanks for your help."

"No problem."

She stares at him, tilting her head.

"You think we're all scared of You."

"Aren't you?" he snaps, his hands curling into fists.

"I'm not ,no."

She turns on her heel and leaves without another word. He watches her go, wondering.
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That night, Anastasia leaves her door open as the speaker system tells them lights out.

The guards have allowed her to stay with Ray, in The Southern wing.

She quietly walks the halls. The place has an eerie sense to it when all the flouresnt light is gone.

She turns to the row of doors, and begins counting down the numbers.

She unlocks Ray's door and goes in. Gerard and Mikey are on the right side of his room, so She can here the older brother singing quietly.

She lays on the second bed, and looks up at the ceiling. Ray rolls over, tangling his fluid IV.

She stands and fixes it as Gerard comes to the small window between the rooms.

"Ana?"

"Hmm."

"Look."

A napkin flutters through the bars to the floor at her feet.

She opens it and sees a sketch of a woman with a gas-mask and a large corset dress. It's titled "Mother War."

"Me?"

"Mm-hm."

She smiles at the picture.

"Am I part of the Black Parade?"

"Yep. You and Mikey and Ray and me."

"Draw more of us." she says, yawning.

"Okay."

He scrambles away from the window and She can hear him muttering to himself.

She smiles and lays down.
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Frank stares at the ceiling. First day here and he's already had a fit.

Gerard is humming, and it's making memories flood back.

His mother sits on the edge of the bed, she's humming a song and petting his hair back.

"Goodnight, Frankie."

"Night, Mommy."

He's only about 5. Its when the voice started.

"Frank."

He sits up, scared by hissing-whisper.

"Frank."

"M-Mom!!"

"No, you little RAT. Shut up."

His mouth immediately shuts and he sees the shadow of his mom's feet outside the door.

Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he tries to call her name.

She walks away and the light shuts off.

"Good boy, Frankie. Now, if you listen to me, your mommy won't get hurt. Okay?"

He nods, still unsure of where the voice is.

"I'm in your head. And one day, I'm gonna wake up."
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Anastasia hears the yelling from the Way's room. She bolts up, making sure Ray stays asleep.

Fumbling with the keys, She unlocks their door.

Mikey is standing in front of the bed, farthest from the window.

"Where's Gerard?"

"Under the bed."

She has to strain her ears to hear the voice of the quiet boy. She kneels down.

Gerard is curled up in the corner, wide-eyed.

"What happened, Gee? Why are you under the bed?"

"Frank." is all he says, before squeezing his eyes shut.

"Help him." she says to Mikey, standing.

He nods and crouchs in front of the bed, saying things only he and Gerard can hear.

She walks to the next door over and yanks it open.

Frank is on the ground, curled up under the window.

"Frank. What did you do to Gerard."

"He wouldn't stop sINGING"

She doesn't flinch at the yell.

"And why is this a problem?"

"It woke him up."

"Who is him?"

"YOURE NOT MY DAMN THERAPIST,YOU MASOCHIST!!"

She steps away from him.

"H-How did you-"

"C'mon girly, the burn marks everywhere. The way they won't even let you have a real towel. You've been here two years and they still don't trust you with a DAMN TOWEL."

He reaches for her.

"DONT TOUCH ME!!" She screams, stumbling out of the room. She quickly locks the door and runs.

Forgetting Ray and the other boys.

Now you know what she's in there for.

I'm kind of loving her older sister/mother type relationship she has with Ray.

Again, this is long af. I did not intend for that, but don't expect long ass chapters every time.

Some maybe 1000 words some may be 100. It just depends. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.