Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

The Sharpest Lives

He hadn't slept.
Two nights had passed, he was exhausted. He couldn't tell who was speaking anymore, he'd lost all sense of where he ended and they began.

He was counting the hours, but there were too many left, and every time he checked the time he felt it get slower and slower. It was almost moving in reverse now.

He'd barricaded himself in his room. Not that anyone had tried to come in. His brother had feebly tried to convince him to come out for food, calling from the far side of the door as each meal passed, eventually leaving a bowl of instant noodles at Gerard's bedroom door as a goodwill offering.

He felt a twinge of guilt at that, he'd basically raised Mikey, their parents always either at work or too busy fighting to pay the kid much notice.
It was good he had managed to feed himself, but Gerard felt it was his responsibility to look after for his younger brother, and lately he was failing at that.

The bowl sat empty on his side of the door now. Atop his desk which he'd shoved in front of the door just in case anyone DID get any ideas about entering.

Gerard himself lay on his side on the floor, the blankets of his bed haphazardly pulled down over him as much for protection as warmth.
His right arm was draped over his head protectively while his left lay in front of his face.

A small reddish-brown stain ran across his forehead from his wrist. Another similar stain had pooled on the wood floor of his room beneath his left arm.
Both wrists were shredded. Thin scabs and clotted blood coated them.
He didn't care. What was there to care about anyway.

He lay with his eyes closed but from how tightly they were squeezed shut, he obviously wasn't sleeping.

"~I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" A few of them were singing in the background in a vicious, mocking tone.

"Ray hates you now. He knows what an insignificant wasteoid you are. He's never gonna speak to you again. He hates you." A snide female voice snipped at him.

"You're failing Mikey. He deserves better than you. You should just kill yourself already so he can get on with his life instead of spending all his time looking after his pathetic oaf of a brother."

Facts. Good job, at least you're accurate.

A single tear ran across his face, making its way to the floor following the tracks of the thousands before it.

"...wow look, can't believe the pussy still has tears to cry for himself."

"It's pathetic really, he's just so useless!"

"~I'm gonna fucking kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

"...no wonder. Even Bert doesn't want to be seen in public with you. Did you see how quickly he left the other day? What a disgrace..."

Gerard's eyes flashed open.

"Bert." He breathed out suddenly.
Yes yes yes yes! Bert! He can fix this! He can save me!

Gerard drug himself out of his shame tent, up onto his knees to reach his phone.
He hadn't touched it since he'd metaphorically thrown Ray away in anger.

Sure enough the curly haired boy's message was still open on the screen.
He closed it quickly.
Can't be distracted now.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"He's not going to save you faggot!"

"Fucking useless coward. Needs a junkie to come to his rescue."

"Shut up." Gerard muttered as he dialled Bert's number. No time to text. Come on Bert! Answer me! ...fuck what time is it...

He glanced at the window as the dial tone continued.

It's daylight, that's fine. Come on Bert fucking answer m-

"Hello?" Bert sounded like he'd been sleeping. The background singers stopped abruptly.

Fuck what time is it?

"Hello? Gee?" Bert sounded more awake this time, worry creeping into his voice.

Gerard exhaled shakily, "Save me."