"Frankie, the nice man's just gonna have a little conversation with you, okay?" My mom asked as she bent down to my height.

I crossed my arms, scowling at her. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. I was sat down in a big chair across a desk from a man. My mom left the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Hi there, Frank," the man said. "I'm Mr. Stump, your psychiatrist."

He gave me a smile and I frowned, my arms crossing over my chest once again. He had ginger hair and pale skin, a black fedora on his head.

"Do you know what a psychiatrist is?" He asked.

I didn't say anything as I stared at him.

"Well, a psychiatrist is someone who can make you feel better," he said. "Do you ever feel upset? Maybe different than other people?"

I stared at him.

Mr. Stump cleared his throat and looked down at a paper in front of him. "Well look here, you just had your seventh birthday a week ago. How was that? Did you have a party with all your friends?"

I didn't move.

"Do you have any friends, Frank?" He asked.

I didn't say anything.

"Do you know why your mom brought you here?" He asked while I stayed silent. "It's because you've done rather bad things. Why did you do them, Frank? Are there, maybe, voices that tell you to do them?"

No, there aren't voices that tell me. I'm not fucking insane. But I wasn't gonna tell him that. I refuse to tell him anything.

"The faster you talk to me the faster you can get out of here," Mr. Stump said.

Fuck you, dickwad. How's that?

"Okay, maybe you're just a little bit uncomfortable with me," He said. "How about I tell you a little something about me and you tell me something about you, deal? Okay, my name is Patrick,, I'm engaged to my boyfriend, his name is Joe. We've been together for three years now. Were originally from Chicago but moved here about a year ago. We have a dog together and a nice house. What about Frank? Tell me something about you."

I stared at him and he gave me a reassuring smile.

"It can be anything at all," he urged. "Do you have a pet? What's your favorite color? What's your lucky number? What do you want to be when you grow up? If you could wish for anything, what would it be?"

"I wish you and your fucking boyfriend will burn in hell," I spat.

Mr. Stump looked shocked as he stared at me. "W-well I guess that's a start."

-+-

Gee looked over my shoulder in the dark. I plugged in his night light and giggled happily. It was shaped like a heart and partially lit up the basement for him. He threw his arms around me while I grunted, standing up. I went back over and turned on the lights while he smiled.

"Happy now?" I asked.

He nodded and I went over to one of the tables I had. I sharpened my knives that were starting to get dull, looking over at Gee, who was playing with Puppy with his paci in his mouth. He was giggling happily, deep into little space.

I bit my lip as I looked away. I was fucking on edge. My skin itched, and heart longed. I wanted to kill someone so badly. I haven't since that time I drowned someone in the park. But fuck I wanted to right now so badly.

"I'm going out, Gee," I said.

He looked up at me, pulling the paci from his mouth.

"Out where, daddy?" He asked.

"I'm gonna go kill someone," I said.

He was quiet for a moment. "Can I come with you?"

"No," I denied.

Gee pouted and crossed his arms.

"But I wanna go with you, daddy," he whined.

"And I said no," I repeated.

"But--"

"Gerard, don't make me repeat myself a third time," I warned, interrupting me.

I carried him over to his bed while he pouted, chaining his ankle.

"But it's so lonely and scary here without you," he said.

"You have Puppy and Flower with you," I said.

"But what if someone breaks in?" He asked.

"Nobody's gonna break in," I reassured.

"Well, how long are you gonna be gone?" Gee asked.

I sighed. "I don't know, baby."

"But why can't I come with you?" He asked.

"Because I said so," I stated.

Gee gave me his puppy dog look but I merely just shook my head. I put his pink paci in between his lips. I tucked Gee under his blanket and made sure he was comfortable. I put Puppy and Flower under his arms. I started to walk away but Gee stopped me.

"Kisses!" He exclaimed around his paci.

I turned back around, kissing the tip of his paci where it blocked his lips. He smiled, giggling happily. I turned to walk away, turning off the lights as his light sensor night light glowed up the room. I walked upstairs and left the house. I walked into town, looking around at the empty streets in the late night.

My mind couldn't help but keep wandering back to Gee. I worried about maybe what if someone did break in? What if he got hurt? He's chained down, no phone to call me for help. I couldn't live with myself if I knew he got hurt.

I shook those thoughts from my head. He was fine and safe, the doors are locked and there's no way he could get hurt. Not like I even care. Because I don't.

But fuck, I just kept thinking about him and the accident. I mean, it all made sense now. This is why he walked literally everywhere, I've never seen him in a car before. Well, there was the time when I drugged him but he was unconscious. And he didn't sleep in the master bedroom at his house because that was his parents room and he didn't wanna sleep in there. This is why he's got a therapist and has PTSD. Because he was in a fucking car wreck and killed his family. Well, Miss Williams couldn't fucking help him so I guess I will. But I think we can save that for later.

I noticed a lady walking down the sidewalk. She was in a pencil skirt and a button up, looking like she just got out of a business meeting. She had dark hair and held her high heels in her hand. She looked relieved when she saw me as she hurried over.

"Excuse me, sir, my car broke down and when I went out to check the engine I accidentally locked my keys and phone and everything in the car," she said. "Do you think I can use your phone to call for some help, please?"

I gave her a smirk, not saying anything. She looked a little bit more frightened after a moment.

"I-I can go somewhere else to ask," she said.

She turned to hurry off but I grabbed her hair and yanked her back, smiling as she yelped in pain. I dragged her into the alleyway, the pitch black sky above us. I pushed her down onto the concrete and she groaned in pain. The lady looked up at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"F-Frank?" She stuttered. "Frank Iero?"

My eyes widened as I looked down at her. I pulled out my switchblade, bending down to hold it up to her throat. Her eyes bulged as she held her hands up.

"How the fuck do you know my name?" I asked.

Not even Gee knows my name, how does she?

"I-I'm Jamia," she said. "Jamia Nestor. W-we've gone to the s-same school since we were little."

Jamia.

That name sounded so familiar but I couldn't remember.

"I-I tried to give you the flower in fourth grade b-but you ripped a chunk of m-my hair out," she tried to remind me. "I-I gave you a bj in high school."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I don't remember her.

"F-Frank, please, just let me go," Jamia begged. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I'm not fucking Frank," I denied. "I'm fucking Fun Ghoul."

Her eyes widened. "Holy shit."

I smirked, laughing quietly.

"Frank, please, we've known each other since we were six," she insisted. "We used to sit next to each other in biology. You were the first person I ever gave a blowjob to. Remember? It was in the empty locker rooms during class. Remember I did it just because I wanted a friend. I was lonely. I am lonely. You're lonely too. You don't have to kill me, Frank. We can be friends. I need a friend, you need a friend. We won't be lonely."

"I'm not lonely," I stated. "I have a boy."

"You've got a boyfriend now?" Jamia asked in shock.

"No," I denied. "I have a boy."

I literally have a boy. I have him just chained up in my basement. I'm not sure how else to phrase that.

"O-okay?" Jamia said, but it sounded more like a question.

I grabbed her by her hair, standing her up to her feet while she cried out in pain. I pushed her up against the wall and she looked at me fearfully. Jamia whimpered quietly when I wrapped a hand around her throat. I smirked at her as I tightened my grip, hearing her gasp for breath.

"Is this how you fucking remember me, huh?" I asked. "Guess I was always making you choke."

I honestly don't remember her. There's been a lot of girls--and guys, for that matter--who've given me blowjobs. I don't remember each specific person. Hell, most of the time it was just a stranger. But not anymore, now I've got Gee.

"P-please," Jamia choked out.

I let go of her throat and she gasped for air. I gripped her rest holding out her arm as I grabbed my knife. Her shrill screams filled the air as I carved "FG" into her forearm. No one was around to hear. She wailed as she clutched her arm to her chest when I let go. I slapped her roughly and she got knocked down to the ground. I smiled sadistically as I watched the dark red blood fall from her arm, dripping down onto the dark pavement. It was beautiful.

"Stop! Stop please!" Jamia screamed.

It was music to my ears.

"Frank! Please!" She cried.

I smiled even wider, reaching down and slitting her throat in one, quick motion. She gagged, blood spurting out. I laughed as I felt hot blood splatter onto me and my clothes. Jamia eventually stopped gagging, blood everywhere between us as her eyes emptied of life. I stuffed the switchblade back into my pocket and walked away. I walked through the empty streets, a grin on my lips. It was nearly three in the morning when I got home. I headed down to the basement to wash up. When the light flickered on, it must've woken gee up as he mumbled tiredly.

"Daddy?" He looked at me through bleary eyes.

"Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you," I said. "Just go back to sleep."

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. His eyes widened slightly when he saw I was covered in blood.

"Lay down, sweetheart, go to sleep," I said.

Gee looked at me once more before laying down but he still kept his eyes open as he watched me. I took off my t-shirt and jeans, shoving them into the sink. I scrubbed myself off, feeling Gee's eyes on me. I left my clothes to soak in the water overnight. I went to leave but Gee stopped me.

"Kisses, daddy," he said.

I smiled as I walked over, kissing his forehead as I ran a hand through his hair. I turned and walked down the stairs, shutting off the lights and leaving him to sleep.