Ghosts We Never Lose

Chapter One

Gerard hadn't realized just how hard the bar was until he fell face first into it. the cheap whiskey he had spent most of his remaining money on had soaked through his shirt but he barely noticed.
a whole year.
how the hell had it been a whole year since that day?
the day that Mikey had-
no Mikey couldn't be gone. he couldn't. but that voice in the back of Gerard's head kept insisting that he was. usually that voice was a liar. or maybe it never had been. there was no way to tell. normally it seemed more to Gerard that after that day he had died. he wished he had. it should have been him not Mikey. anyway he was completely alone now. no one cared that Gerard was alive, not anymore. after the war had ended he had been separated from all of his friends. from the band. Lindsey had left. he had no money.
he missed them.
he missed Frank.
he missed Ray.
he missed Lindsey.
hell he even missed bob a bit.
not much.
and he missed Mikey.
he missed Mikey.
Mikey.
Mikey
he missed his little brother

at this point he realized that he was still lying face first on the bar. the whiskey was screaming behind his eyes. he thought he heard his name. the bar was cold. maybe he would stay here. just until the throbbing stopped. just until-
his vision was starting to go black and fuzzy around the edges.
someone was calling his name.
he was almost sure
maybe he was dying
it might not be so bad
he wanted to look up to see who was talking to him but he couldn't
he couldn't even tell what they were saying.
and then there was nothing.
nothing but throbbing and darkness and something in the back of his head saying he should have saved Mikey

Mikey

mi-

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Author's Note:
This is my first real fic (I'm not going to count crack fic written at three in the morning), so please give me advice in the comments I'm a bit clueless. Thanks!