12 Days (Gerard and Mikey Fic)

Day 9

I'm so fucking done. This house is so empty without him here. He had lived here with me for the last five months and now an eerie silence has overcome the house. I need a distraction from this.

Alcohol was an option. I was aware of my prior addiction but what's the sense is staying sober anymore? I walked to the liquor store with intentions of forgetting everything.

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I came home with a hundred dollars worth of alchohol. All of it was gone in a few hours. Unbearable fatigue overwhelmed me and I passed out on the wooden floors.

I woke up with a pounding headache and the feeling of needing more booze in my veins. I stumbled to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. I was sweating and thoughts ran rapidly through my mind...

Mikey. Agh, dead. He's dead. I need some beer. And cigarettes. I need that. I need Mikey. Mikey. My brother.