He's clean. He's clean. He's clean.
That's what the tell me.
He's clean. He's clean.
I think I believe them.
He's clean.
I have to protect him.
Clean.
I have to save him.
My Frankie.
I have to keep him pure. Keep him clean. Keep him innocent.
That's my job.
The angels have made up with him, I'm sure of it. They aren't angry anymore. They think Frank is finally okay.
But...
They tell me that he's too good for the world. He's too clean.
He's clean. He's clean. He's clean.
Don't worry.
I've got him.
I'll save him.
YOU ARE READING
Are You Hearing Voices Again? [COMPLETED]
FanfictionGerard is an odd fellow. It seems as if his twenty five year old mind can't wrap around the fact that he is, indeed, crazy. Whether it's the paranoia, cyclothymia, or the hands clawing away at the inside of his skull; Gerard has only one home. A hom...