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-Frank's P.O.V.- "I don't know, Frank," Mikey sighed. "Gerard hasn't left the basement in years. I mean, he won't even go to the top of the stairs." "Well, what if I tried to help him get over that fear?" I suggested. Mikey made a face and rubbed his neck. "I guess…" he said, turning to the stairs. "Anyway, let's go upstairs and go over the details." I nodded and started following him. "I'll be back in a bit Gerard," I smiled to the man curled up on the bed and headed up the stairs. Mikey was making a fresh pot of coffee when I entered the kitchen. "So, did you have a specific doctor in mind?" he asked, leaning against the counter.

Michael Bryar hopped on a Greyhound bus and left his home in Chicago at the ripe age of five years old. His parents didn't have the sense to keep an eye on the restless and wild boy, it seemed. He himself was not certain where he was going; he only knew that he had to get there as soon as possible. "There" turned out to be a town in New Jersey known as Belleville. When he climbed off the bus, he wasn't sure where to go next. He wandered for a bit, until he found himself on a long street in the middle of a neighbourhood. There were a few boys playing in the street, and he shyly walked over too them. They were too absorbed in their game of kic

As usual, Zacky was the last one awake in the morning. He came into the living room, still in his pajamas, and was disappointed to see that the only seat open was on the couch next to Matt. He sighed and sat down, knowing that all eyes were on him. That is, all except Matt's. "How you feeling, Zacky?" Brian asked, looking up from his magazine as Zacky sat down. "Do you need anything?" Matt made a noise from the back of his throat. "Uh, no I'm okay, thanks." Jimmy came over and set down a plate of pancakes, looking rather proud of himself. "I don't know if these are any good, but I tried so fuck off." Zacky was already helping himself to a