Demented

The Years Before

Date:
• June
• 18
• 2006

Setting:
• Gerard's house
• 4:00 pm

Gerard:
• Age ten
• Shows sociopathic tendencies
• Has thoughts of killing himself and others
• Loner; has no friends
• Bullied
• Feels as if he's rising above everyone
• Sees that his emotions differ from other people's.
• Is beginning to lose care and sorrow
• Likes horror movies
• Likes SpongeBob, Supernatural, Psych, Tom and Jerry, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Beavis and Butthead, Courage the Cowardly Dog, The Simpsons, Robot Chicken, WWE, and porn
• Makes outlines of bodies with duct tape
• Draws a lot
• Plays crime related games with brother

Mikey:
• Age eight
• Loner; has two friends
• Shy
• Wears glasses
• Has addiction to new show every month
• Was molested at ages six and seven
• Idolizes older brother
• Feels isolated

Gerard looked in his box full of different items. He kept broken bead necklaces in there along with pictures, game pieces, ribbons, toy soldiers, wrestling trading cards, some keys, and bracelets. He rummaged through, looking at everything. He soon heard the sound of boots approaching.

"Dad," he whispered, tensing up.

The door slammed open. Gerard turned around quickly, seeing his enraged, drunk father. His brown hair was dirty. The glare in his green eyes signaled to Gerard that he was going to get his ass beat. His dad charged at him and grabbed his hair. Gerard was thrown to the floor. He tried getting back up, but as always, that was a bad idea. He was kicked in the back of his head. His dad slammed his face against the floor. Gerard groaned, trying to ignore the unnecessary pain he was receiving. His father started punching him. Gerard threw his arms out, trying to push him away and trying to cover his face. His dad's fist landed perfectly on his eye.

"Aahh! Stop! Please!" Gerard begged, crying. His dad ignored him and began to pull his hair and strands started falling out. "Help me! Please! Heeelp!" His desperate cries were always unheard. But he always tried. Mr. Way wrapped his hands around his neck. He was strangling him. Gerard clawed at his hands just hoping one finger would slip. He started banging the floor, gasping for air. His father's grip tightened. Gerard was crying and scared out of his mind. If he was going to get killed, he hoped it would be right now. His dad let go. He stood up and spat on his son. He stomped out.

Gerard was hitting his own back, trying to get himself to breathe again. He slammed his fist in the middle and he gasped. He was taking in all the oxygen he could. He lied his head on the floor and he let the tears fall.

"Gerard?" Mikey said, in the doorway, holding his favorite teddy bear. "Are you okay?"

"No," he sobbed.

Mikey walked over and hugged his older brother. "How badly did Daddy hurt you?"

"Not too bad. Just my eye and head. B-but he choked me, a-and I still couldn't breathe after he stopped."

"Can you breathe now?"

"Wad do you think, dummy?"

Mikey chuckled. He looked at Gerard's eye. "I'll go get pizza rolls to put on your eye." He jumped up and gave Gerard his bear. "Take care of Tommy, while I'm gone."

Gerard held the bear to his head. He squeezed him and let his tears wet his dark brown fur. He hoped Mikey would return within the next minute. If he didn't, he was probably getting a whooping from Dad. Gerard sniffled and took a deep breath.