12 Days (Gerard and Mikey Fic)

Day 11

I did an awful amount of ungodly things in an attempt to forget everything. I even went to the extent of buying drugs off of a highschool student and got high out in the garage, right by the toolbench that held Mikey's cause of death.

That godawful noose. Fuck that rope. That very object killed my little brother. Despite the drugs, it was still much too easy to think about his death. After another puff on a joint, I went inside and got drunk again. The fourth time since he died. He would be so disappointed in me. But the type of disappointment where he would only try to comfort me, not be angry. How I would kill to see him alive again.

I would kill to see him again. But just what could I possibly destroy to see by dear brother?