Romance

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Some say life gets better, and after a storm there's a rainbow. I'm living in Belleville, New Jersey. Living in a basement. All I have to defend myself is a knife. I have to fend for myself. My brother, mikey, is still in school. I have to protect him. This isn't the, well, safest place in the world. Murders and kidnappers hide where you least expect them. That's how they got my parents. It's my fault, I should've saved them. Before they got kidnapped, life still wasn't great. I had and still have depression. We aren't all that rich. We live in jersey for god sakes so what'd you expect? I was bullied in school, of course. No one seemed to care, exept my brother. He's worried about me, and my depression. Look at me, having a little sibling worry about their older brother. I'm a fucking mess. I don't expect a fucking rainbow, but I feel if I push hard enough, I'll get through this.

"Mikeyyyy! Get up, you gotta go to school!", I yelled to him. I usually walk mikey his way to school, he doesn't like it, but he's my brother and I'm keeping him safe. He's the only family member I have left. I mean, it's on the way to where I work. A coffee store. I love coffee. One of my favorite things. "I'm coming gerard!", Mikey yelled. It's about time. He crawled out of his room looking half asleep, jesus. "Mikey, wake up.", I said laughing. "I am! Does it look like I'm sleeping in my bed peacefully. No, but instead, I'm here woken up by an asshole." He mumbled grumply."You have to go to school little boy.", I laughed. "Fuck you!", he said. "Right back at you." I chuckled. I couldn't blame him for being grumpy. School fucking sucked for me, but it's probably less for him. I don't know. "Come on, we have to go.", I said. With that, we both headed for my trash car. It doesn't even have paint but it still runs. Got in and headed out. On my way to dropping mikey off I saw...I don't even know. He was, he was beautiful. I may be a creep, but I'm not that much. "Yo mikey, who's that kid in the sweatshirt? You know him?", I asked curiously. "Oh, that's just frank. Iero I think? He doesn't go to school anymore. You should get to know him. You'd like him.", he said. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. " gerard, please stop stalking and drive on the road." Mikey said to me. "FUCK!" I yelled getting back into the lane. "Thanks. Your real help." I replied sarcastically. I pulled up to mikey school and a sick feeling settled in my stomach. I said bye and quickly pulled away. Uhm, I had to get to work, I wasn't scared.

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