a Beautiful Drummer; byler

~mikes house again~

When mike got home his mom was grumpily watching him from the couch "you skipped school again!"

His mom exclaimed as much as she didn't really care about her son she still had a reputation and he was part of it.

"Jason, he sent me.." mike sighed and continued "nevermind!"

He couldn't tell her about Jason or else he'd get his ass beat, Jason was much stronger than him.

Karen got up from the couch and crossed her arms, "there is no excuse for this!"

Mike sighed, "I'm sor-" before he could apologize or even explain himself he got blasted away with the yelling of his mother.

"Your not doing anymore of those stupid band things!!"

Mike gasped, how could she let him miss any of those, they absolutely need a drummer.

It was a good thing that they had Gareth as a backup, speaking of Gareth why hadn't mike thought about him.

Mike didn't have time to think about Gareth while will was around

But that's not the point, Mike's being grounded from well.. practically his life!

"That's not fair!" Mike yelled back he hated all the stupid rules his m gave him.

"Yes it is!! Now go back to your room!"

Mike pushed around his mom and ran upstairs stomping his way in anger...

He slammed the door and stomped over to the bench in front of the drum set and started banging random drums and symbols out of anger.

He was being bullied, yet somehow he got punished for it! It wasn't fair-

It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, ITS NOT FAIR, ITS NOT FAIR, ITS NOT FAIR!!

BAM, there goes one of his fists, punching a hole right into his wall.

Mike gasped as he saw blood leaking from his knuckles all red and irritated, why did he do this? He's never had anger issues..

So why now? Why did he punch a hole in his wall? Was it stress?

Or was he scared...?

No way! He was scared of one thing, being gay.

And that had absolutely nothing to do with this situation so why in the world did he punch his wall.

Why is he spiraling, he just punched a whole in his wall. It's not a big deal.

And then his sister walked in, "stop being so loud!! Drum later!'

Nancy paused as she scanned the room, Michael standing in front of the wall, a hole in the wall, and his bloody knuckles as he looked at her with a shocked face.

He didn't even realize he got up from the stool, "holy shit! Are you okay?"

Nancy rushed over to mike protectively, "why did you do that?!"

She set her arm behind his back, he was still spiraling inside his head he wasn't even paying attention to the situation.

She walked him to the bathroom his legs were stumbling a little bit before he finally came back to his thoughts.

But he was already set down on the toilet seat.

"What happened?!" Nancy was still trying to ask him questions.

"Oh uh- I uhm mom grounded me from the band.."

"Why would she do that?" Nancy continued to ask while she grabbed disinfectant from the medicine cabinet.

"I skipped school.." though mike had came back to reality from his own thoughts, he was still questioning why all of a sudden he was thinking about his sexuality wasn't it loud and clear? He literally kissed his best friend!

"Wasn't it because of that threat?" Nancy's face already had a worryful look to it, but it got deeper.

"Yeah but Jason would absolutely beat my ass if I got him in trouble.." mike continued on, while Nancy bent down in front of him applying the ointment.

Mike winced at the burns, his eyes squinting in and his mouth puckering up.

"Sorry, gosh you hit that wall pretty hard.." mike didn't respond for he was pretty disappointed in himself.

"Okay so, a bandaid on each knuckle or just rap it?" Nancy was trying to be as positive as possible, I mean it's not like this was a big deal.

"Uh just rap it!" So was Michael but he was very bad at it.

Nancy chuckled to herself, how could her brother be such an idiot.

She began rapping up his knuckles as he smiled down at her, his sister could be annoying and she's the favorite but at least she cares about him and she shows it too.

She tied the ends of the bandage rap tightly as mike winced from the stinging pain.

"Okay! All done!"
Nancy stood up and started putting the supplies away.

Mike groaned as he stood up, he was very much tired and could definitely use a rest.

"Thanks Nance!" He put on a small smile to show sign of appreciation, and walked out.

She smiled softly, in a sort of warm manner.

She cared about her brother and she was glad he knew she did.

When mike got to his room, he plopped down on his bed and let out a big sigh as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes fogged up and his sight went blurry.

I like will, I can tell I do so why do I hate it so much...I've never cared what people think of me, well no I have! But I just..why can't I be normal?! Why can't we just be friends! What if people found out? I'd me an outcast I'd be beat I'd be out in a mental institution if it wasn't for me being mentally stable!

His mind went in circles with these exact thoughts over and over until eventually he fell asleep.

Hours later he got woken up from the yelling of his mother down the hall, "get downstairs Michael!!dinners ready?!"

Dinner went as usual he ate like 20% of his food and stayed silent went back up to his room to shower and get in bed.

((I had literally zero motivation for this chapter, to the point where it took me two days to complete 1,031 words))

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