Mikey's diary
Today was my aunt's funeral. I didn't know her well and actually her death isn't the reason why I'm sitting here alone in the dark, thinking about my brother. Gerard. I'd never thought he'd come.
"I've got a bulletproof heart."
He'd never admit that, but he doesn't like cemeteries. I don't know why he was there or what he wanted. I don't know him anymore at all. Gerard never told me the reason for this. Since we were young, we always knew everything about each other. Until that one night. The 20th march 2013.
"I am not afraid to keep on living."
It was late when my phone rang. They ordered me to the hospital. They wanted me to sit down and wait. I had to wait for less than half an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Finally I could see him. I asked him what happened, but Gerard just told me to leave. He said it was my fault. His last words before he threw me out were: "MCR is over." These were the words that ruined me. My life, my dreams and everything I had was broken. Gone.
"You only hear the music when your heart begins to break."
I tried to talk to him. But in the evening, the news about our break-up were everywhere. I felt like a part of me was lost forever. Gerard, please tell me: Are we still brothers or should I give you up?
"You surrender your heart."
I will never forget the rage and the fear in Gerards eyes. Why does he hate me? I don't know. I feel so guilty and I don't know why. It kills me. I can't live like that anymore.
