Gerard's Pov:
Mikey and I were walking home from school on a rainy day in New Jersey. Oh great. We live 4 miles from the school so by the time we'd get home, we would be soaked. Not to mention, we’d more than likely be late for band practice from Elena. Like always.
She hates us being late. She may be our grandmother but she likes us to be on time. But she's my whole entire world. She's an important part of my life. She's the one that got me into singing and Mikey into playing the bass. If she were to die I would never be able to get over it.
After jumping over various puddles, Mikey and I finally made it home with surprisingly 20 minutes to spare. New record. When we went through the front door my mom and dad were there. "You guys... You need to be strong through this...” mom said while Mikey and I were standing there in confusion."Your father and I have been thinking... We're...God this is hard to say... But... we're... divorcing." Silence filled the air until I saw Mikey bawling. I've never seen him like this before. He's that always laughing or smiling guy. It felt like something was gripping my throat. I was speechless. All that went through my mind was the worst case scenario situations. I just- I can't believe it. It doesn't feel real at all. "No this is not hap-pen-n-ning. I-I-I-I'm just in a nightmare that I can't wake up from. No. this can't be!" Mikey said as he was breaking down. I stood there in shock. Still not believing what she said.
About 10 minutes later, Elena walks in. I couldn't help but break down along with Mikey. I knew that she was getting old and she'd die eventually. But I don't want it to end. I don't want my family to end. But we all die and everything has to come to an end. But-
I woke up... I guess we took a nap. I turned over trying to go back to sleep but I saw Mikey lying next to me. I couldn't help but sit up. Thoughts kept on running through my mind. I wasn't fully aware what the thoughts were until I looked around the room and looked at the sheets on the bed... I'm in my parents’ room which means our parent’s are getting a divorced. That's probably why we fell asleep in here. I laid back down looking at Mikey again. Man...I feel so bad for him. He doesn't deserve this much pain. I looked at our grandfather's old clock and then back at Mikey. I managed to get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to look at myself into the mirror. I started to stare at myself in disgust. Poking out every flaw I had.
I opened the cupboards below the sink. I started to look through everything and take all I saw out. In the very back I found some Xanax Bars. (Our uncle, a drug addict, use to live with us and my dad tried his hardest to hide the drugs from him.) I found multiple bars of it. I got up with everything on the floor and open the door out to the living room to find nothing. My parent’s and Elena weren’t there. I ran back into my parent’s room and cleaned up the mess, leaving out the bars to hide it in my dresser drawers. I walked out to the garage and opened the refrigerator finding Vodka bottles. Jackpot. I took a bottle so it looks like I didn't take any at all. I walked with the bottle carefully into my room, locking it behind me. And pouring the vodka into my water bottles and putting the vodka-filled bottles in my half of the closet. To get rid of the evidence I filled it up with water and put it back in the fridge in the garage.
I walked through my parent’s door to wake up Mikey. "Mikey wake up. Please wake up." I said above a whisper. Mikey slowly started waking up. When he fully woke up. He looked at me straight into my eyes with hurt. That face is just depressing. He doesn't deserve hurt. "Where is m-m-m-mom and da-d-d?" Mikey said worriedly "Mikey, I-I-I really don't know. I'm sorry." I said softly. When he got out of bed we both headed to the kitchen. I started to make coffee for the both of us while Mikey sat on the couch to watch some Scooby-Doo. While waiting for the coffee to be developed I sat next to Mikey… Looking at him constantly. Without a doubt we started to cry again. We couldn't help it. We had no friends to vent out to. Mikey was really my best friend same with my parents. I don't want to say goodbye at all. I wanted my family to stay together forever. While we were crying our parent’s and Elena walked in dropping the groceries on the floor. My mom was hugging both of us really hard and started to weep with us. I just felt like the family was going to fall apart I couldn’t handle it.
After about an hour of grieving we ate our dinner in silence other than Mikey and I hitting the metal forks on the plate every time we tried to pick the rice off. I got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash my plate off and slowly drifting off to the room.
I took a bar of Xanax from my dresser drawers and grabbed a bottle of “water” from the closet and headed up to the top of the bunk bed. I took one bite after each sip I took of the beverage. By the time I was finished with the bars I had more than half of the drink left. I threw the wrapper into my open drawer of my shirts, making sure that it wasn’t in plain view. I put the water bottle next to me and picked up one of my comic books I got from the book shop across the street. When I opened the comic up Mikey walked in startling me. “I’m sorry for barging in like that.” Mikey said apologizing.”It’s fine bro.” I said still a little scared.
“Can I come up to your bunk? I want to talk to you?” Mikey said “Sure. Whatever dude” I said while hiding my bottle quickly. Mikey made his way up the ladder to my bunk and made himself comfortable next to me. “Gee… I don’t know how I am going to get over this. I will really miss them.” “I know… I will too.” “Not trying to be mean… but I really want friends…” “I get it. Me too. If we didn’t live in harsh conditions then it would be easier for us to go outside without being jumped. But I’ve been talking to this guy. I think his name is Frank. And we’d been talking and I found out that he lives at the end of our cold sack.” “That’s cool! Same here, I was talking to a guy named Raymond that’s in my Biology class. He lives 4 streets ahead. ” “So we kind of do have friends.” “Another thing… I want to start a band. Like I’m for real this time. I already thought of the name we just need a guitarist and a drummer. I know Raymond plays guitar!” “Ohhh...” “What?” “I know that Frank plays guitar to… unless you want 2 guitarists.” “The more the merrier!” “Perfect! But we still need a drummer” “Very true… but, we can ask them tomorrow to come over and we can have band practice. And if we talk to them a lot more we can ask if they know any drummers. And if they say yes and we practice we can possible get a record deal!” “You’re a very smart little brother, Mikey” “Thanks. Oh and thank you again for allowing me to talk to you. I feel happy for once. Maybe tonight I won’t cry myself to sleep. I love you. Goodnight Gee.” “Good night. Love you too Mikey.”
Wow… I would never expect Mikey to say that to me. I’m glad we get together and never fight. I’m glad that he’s my brother. I’m glad that I cheered him up because I can’t bear to see him being in hurt. I’m just worried that he finds out about me taking drugs and same with my depression. I know it will kill him if he ever finds out.
