A Silent Scream *MCR fanfic*

7

When I woke up, I discovered that Gerard had managed to get out of bed without waking me up. As I woke up more I realized that I could vaguely hear screaming coming from downstairs. The first person I heard was Gerard,

"Just because you think I'm some fuck-up doesn't mean I have to do what you say!"

"Then you'll have to move out! Because I will not take this anymore. Understood?"

"Then, I guess I'm moving out, bitch." There's a gasp loud enough I can hear it, and a screech from his mom,

"Gerard Arthur Way! You will not speak to me that way."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sorry doesn't cut it Gerard. You need to shape up. Becuase I can and will send you back. And you know that.Now go take your meds."

"Of course." Way? His last name is Way? As in, Mikey Way? Who I saw him with at the mall? I think that's no longer classified as mere coincidence. I then realized that he took his pills and was now storming back into his room, and it was all too evident that I heard the entire argument. Or, the most important part. I move to lie back down, but it was too late. Gerard had arrived to his room, somehow looking completely casual. When he realized that I hadn't missed out on that argument, irritation took over. Hopefully not directed at me. I questioned,

"Is your brother Mikey?" He looked confused and slightly shocked, then questioned,

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"I've had the unfortuante displeasure of knowing Mikey."

"Oh, please don't tell me you're one of his bimbos."

"No. I actually dated him. For two years. Which is strange, as he tends to not date." A look of horror flashed across Gerard's face and he whispered,

"You're her?"

"I am, in fact, female. So, yes?"

No. You're the one Mikey dated in the beginning of high school? That one?"

"Yes, that would be me? Why? Was I important?"

"Oh, hugely so. Mikey was in love with you. He's only with all the bimbos because he was so insanely in love with you. Apparently when he falls, he falls so much faster and so much harder than one could even begin to imagine." I can barely register this.

"He got drunk. He broke my arm. Then, he didn't remember it. And when I broke up with him, he punched me. He didn't love me. There's no way."

"He has anger issues. He gets violent when he's scared, or hurt."

"So...you're saying that I hurt your brother?"

"You tore his heart out, ripped it to shreds and put it in a blender. Right in front of him." I'm either deadly pale or a tomato right now. And going with the absence of heat that seems to be covering my entire body, I'm gonna go with deadly pale.

"I. I'm. I didn't know. I'll leave now." Gerard tilted his head and inquired,

"Do you have somewhere to be?"

"Well, no. But if I messed up your brother so much, why would you want to be anywhere near me?"

"Because I'm not my brother. Because he doesn't know that you're even here, and there's no reason for him to know." I should've felt bad. Guilty. Like the worst human being to ever walk the Earth. but I didn't. I was just happy Gerard didn't hate me. I began to think that how I felt about him might be more than friendly. I wiped the thoughts from my mind and assembled my face into a smile, then said,

"Okay."

***

The day whirled by, hardly seeming real. Whether or not Gerard's mom knew I was here, I had no idea. I couldn't help but feel as though there should be guilt coursing through my veins. It seemed as though my own opinions were no longer relevant. One would think that your own opinions would always be relevant to yourself, but on certain occasions, they aren't. Out of the blue, I heard myself asking,

"Do I get to know why you let me wear your jacket? And do you want it back?"

"I don't believe I'll ever want it back unless, somehow, our entire relationship crumble to pieces and we can't even look at each other without wanting to kill either each other or ourselves. I find that the chances of that happening are very slim, so there's no need to worry about it. You don't get to know why yet. I can promise, though, that eventually I will tell you. Would you prefer to sleep here or return to the playground?"

"Do you care?"

"I would rather you stay here, as I find my bed far more comfortable than the ground."

"Then I guess I'm staying here." He smiled, and eventually we both faded into sleep, completely comfortable in each other's presence.

*****

I heard someone whose voice I vaguely recognized calling,

"Hey Gerard! I need a ride." Then, the door to Gerard's room opened quite suddenly and I connected voice to person. For, standing in that doorway, was none other than Mikey Way.