I want you dead! (Gerbert)

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"I've always had bizarre, negative feelings about anything traditional, like marriage and family. I never thought something like that worked." - Gerard Way

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"hehhhh it's the big dipper!" I say to myself as I point to a random collection of stars, which is more than likely not the big dipper. I grab the bottle and take another fat sip of the vodka and giggle to myself because the grass feels funny against my bare arms. I'm lying outside in my backyard, against the grass, staring up at the stars above.

Suddenly I hear the back door open, I turn my gaze towards it to see my younger brother, Mikey, who is currently stay with me because he would be out on the streets if I didn't let him, and I care very deeply about my brother and don't want the poor boy homeless.

"Gerard, what the hell are you doing?" He asked me, I don't really have a planned response so I just say the first thing that comes to mind.

"I don't knowww" I say, my words all slurred. Mikey smacks his face, gently.

"Gee, get inside. He scolds me, I roll my eyes and grab my things before standing up and stumbling a bit, being careful to not fall, I walk to the back door to get back inside.

"You really need to stop drinking, I mean seriously Gerard what the hell? I heard you giggling from inside." Mikey tells me, I don't remember giggling that loud, well I don't really remember anything that happens when I'm in this state. I just kind of stare at Mikey with a "huh" expression. Mikey glares at me for a second before sighing.

"Just go to bed Gee, it's so late." The younger boy tells me, I nod as I walk off to my bedroom, stumbling over my steps.

I feel a wave of exhaustion spill over me, suddenly my eyes are extremely hard to keep open. Without even bothering to close the door I stumble into my bedroom and collapse directly onto my bed, falling face first into my pillow.

"Ughhh.." I groan loudly. I'm so tired... I feel my body relax a bit as I doze off.

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I hesitantly open my eyes to be met with my blueish-white popcorn ceiling. My head hurts a little, but surprisingly it isn't that bad. I miss Frankie. It's been a while since I've seen him. I hope he's doing alright.

My eyes wander to the clock hung on my wall, directly above a picture of me, Frank, and Mikey, at a pool party. That was the good times, when we were still in high school. I miss those days, I miss not having to worry about life and bills as much. Wait, work, I pay more attention back to the clock. Oh shoot, its 11:34, work starts at 11:30. I'm cooked.

I jolt out of my bed and sprint over to my closet, grabbing a random outfit and throwing it on before rushing out of my bedroom.

I notice Mikey in the living room, he was just on his phone. That's weird, he's supposed to be at school. Maybe it's a teachers planning day or something.

"What are you doing?" Mikey asked me.

"Going to work, why aren't you at school?" I ask, curiously.

Mikey stares at me for a moment, blinking his eyes 3 or 4 times, dramatically before giggling.

"It's saturday, dummy." He tells me, oh yeah, I forgot. That's good I guess. I really didn't want to go to work today.

"Oh. Thanks, heh, I thought it was friday." I explain with a little laugh before walking back to my room, but Mikey stops me with his voice.

"Hey, uh, do you wanna go get lunch with me and my friends Ray and Bert?" Mikey asked me. I've met Ray before but I've never heard of this 'Bert' guy.

"Uh, sure, why not. Whos Bert though?" I ask.