Cancer//adopted by my chemical romance

Chapter 41:

Gerard

I watch how her face transforms into one of complete innocence as she's asleep and it breaks my fucking heart. She doesn't deserve to be treated the way that she's been treated.

Sometimes her eyes by themselves make me want to cry, their something about them, eyes being the window of the soul, that destroys me inside, and the fact that I can see how much pain is held between those glassy eyes kills me.

However, I do find it incredibly sweet the way that she's cuddled into my baby brothers arms, his expression one of the same, content.

As much as I didn't even know of her existence too long ago, she's one of the family, and I'd consider her more of a little sister than a niece.

The time apart had absolutely ripped mikeys heart to shreds, and it hurt me equally to see her missing, and to see Mikey in so much despair.

I'm happy though, because it seems like her perspectives changed, like she wants to get better now. Not that she ever didn't, I just think that she was trapped in the haze of her own mind.

I know it's not going to be easy for her, or any of us for that matter, but I know she's got some many of us around her constantly that care so deeply about her, Ray and Frank taking to her almost immediately, letting her become apart of the my Chem family.

Frank and Ray have headed up to bed, and I let myself lean back in the chair that I'm sat upon comfortably, before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone, flipping it open.

I take a quick photo on the grainy camera of the two curled into each other, smiling into myself.

It's a new start, and she's got memories to be made with us.

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For the first time in a long time I manage to sleep through the night without the constant feeling of dread and guilt travelling down my spine.

The comfort of having mikeys arms wrapped around me provide me with a strong sense of comfort and warmth inside of my chest that I feel like I might burst into flames.

Throughout the night, as I wake, I bury my head closer into his body, keeping myself as close to him as I can, needing the physical comfort and needing to be held and shielded away from my brain, and the world that caused my brain to malfunction.

Eventually though, all good things must end, and Mikey eventually shifts, assuming that I'm deep asleep, and slowly removes his body from my grip, being careful not to 'wake' me.

I sign to myself once I hear his soft sock clad feed leave the room, sitting up with my my long bangs spiked in every direction, and brushing them back to see Gerard curled up into the arm chair, asleep.

I let myself yawn away the grogginess from my sleep, and settle on hearing noise from the kitchen, and decided to force myself awake now, as I can see the late morning light shining through the window.

I place my barefeet down onto the wooden floorboards, being careful with my movements, as not to wake Gerard, a habit that I picked up from young into my life that I've carried though into my teenager years; a habit that I have developed more of a knack for then a skill.

I enter the kitchen and see Frank stood in the kitchen, about to boil the kettle, but his eyes get fasted upwards when he notices me making my way into the kitchen.

He flashes me a warm smile, before gently taking a hold of my hand.

"Hey, you up for getting those bandages changed out?" He asks softly, phrasing it as a question rather than a need to; and I love him for it.

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Sorry this is so short, I want to start writing this again but I have nowhere near as much time as I used to-that's what I get for getting older lol