Way Down ☁ Frikey

But Does Anyone Notice, There's A Corpse In This Bed?

Mikey
"Damn have I missed my coffee." I sat down next to Frank on the couch. Frank shook his head as put his arm around my shoulders. I couldn't help but sink into his touch. It's been so long since we had just sat together. It was kinda nice.

"You really are an addict. Like we need to stage an intervention." Frank said looking up at me.

"Hey, come on, you said I could drink it. Don't bitch at me now. Please." I replied.

"I know, I know, I'm just worried. You know I care about you. You do know that right?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, I know." I said sitting up. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Be careful!" Frank yelled as I walked down the hall.

I didn't know what the fuck he mean when he said that so I wrote it off. Thinking back about it now, I wish I hadn't. The one person that really cared about me found me.
Bloodied on the bathroom floor. He killed me. I still don't know if he meant too. I don't know if he expected me to fall back on that knife. But he left me there. The coffee got cold and moldy in the living room. Gee found me later that week. They were coming over to tell me and Frank that Patrick had said yes.  I could still see them. I tried to talk to them. They were crying and shaking and I couldn't do anything for them. I'd never seen them like that. Not since Mom and Dad died.

Our apartment had security cameras all around the place. Frank insisted on getting them because we didn't live in the best of neighborhoods. That's what screwed him over. They tracked him down a month later. Put him on trail for manslaughter. He pleaded guilt and got a plea deal for 5 years in prison and a 150,000 fine for Gee.

Gee called off the wedding with Patrick but did stay with him. I kinda followed them around. Just to make sure my older sibling didn't do anything bad. To make sure he wasn't so unbearably sad that he killed himself. Or tried to get revenge. I couldn't let him do that.