Gerard
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. SHIT! Mikey, Mikey... He-He's cutting. No. He passed out. He went unconscious for a while. Thank God Frank was there. Good thing he saw Mikey. Thank God he took care of him, nursing the cuts to reduce the amount of blood and chance of him, I swallowed hard at the thought of Mikey dying.
I kept on thinking while quickly packing up my things and running out to the parking lot to get in the car, and to quickly start it up and drove going home. The whole drive going there was a massive headache to me, thinking of Mikey dying, the reasons he's done this to himself, and how long he's been this way. What caused him to do this? I should've been more responsible. I should be more present. Dammit Gerard you fucker! You're wasting your life away drinking rather than taking care of Mikey! Look at where he is now! Mom and dad always made him the preferred target because he never fought back..
My eyes were watering up with the image of seeing Mikey with mutilated arms, a pool of blood, unconscious on the floor, and I didn't even notice if he was suffering on the inside. I've been so ignorant. Dammit Gerard.
I drove up in the driveway and ran up to the front door.
I opened it and called out, "Frank? Where are you guys?"
Mikey. I need to see Mikey.
Then I went up the stairs going for Mikeys room.
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High School sucks (Frikey)
FanfictionI'm Mikey Way. I am a Junior in Belleville High, I have an older brother, Gerard, who teaches Art in the seniors' level. Life is just a repetitive cycle, is it not? Then what's the point? I'm gay and this is my story as a high school student. "Fa...
