COMING DOWN | M. WAY

Chapter Seventeen

Mikey's POV

I was in Jersey for a week before I had to go to Warped. And hell, I was excited. I didn't know who was on with us, but I didn't care. 

It was a way of coping without Cecilia. 

I was sitting on the couch when the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Frank, looking as if he'd ran. He had a package in his hands with a big red "DELIVERED" stamp on it. He threw it at me.

"Watch it with me," he said, coming in, "and you'll realize something that you should have a long time ago if it wasn't for your mom." I was confused, but I took out the case from the envelope and opened it. It was a DVD. It read, "pls give this to Mikey. xoCec" I don't think I'd ever put a DVD in a player that fast in my life. 

When it played, Cecilia was on the screen, just like she was when she was seventeen. 

"Hey," she said, already tearing up, "it's me. I know that you're confused. Or angry. I just want you to know that I didn't have any control over this." That's when it hit me. Mom had lied. I was wrong. Cecilia hadn't left me. 

"I love you, Mikey," she said, tears falling down her face, "and I hope that you know that by now. I love you so fucking much, it's not even real. I already miss you like crazy and you've only been in California for like two days. And I'm gonna miss you even more when I'm in Ohio. I really honestly don't think I'll ever be happy without you." By then, I didn't even try to conceal the tears falling down my face. 

"And I just don't know how I'm gonna do it. I just want you to know that-" she said, pausing to try and control her tears, "-I'll never be able to replace you. Ever. I won't ever try. It's not even worth trying because no one will ever compare to you. I love you so fucking much." 

And that's where it cut off. I wiped away my tears. 

"H-how did you get that?" I asked Frank, who was sitting next to me still. He sighed. 

"Your mom got it the day that Cec sent it. She kept it for like a year and then gave it to my mom to gossip. The thing is, Mom likes Cecilia. So she gave that to me. And I watched it. And then sprinted over here." I nodded and just sat there, taking in everything. It was a lot. 

"I knew it," I said, "Mom always hated her. I didn't know why." He nodded and checked his phone. 

"I have to get home. Take care of yourself," he said, walking out. I nodded and laid down, just staring at the ceiling blankly.

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After I watched that video, I didn't talk to my mother. She knocked on my door a few times, but eventually gave up. 

"Mikey! Gerard! Dinner!" she called. It was unusual. She usually just went into our rooms. I angrily walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

There stood one of the last people I wanted to see. 

Alicia fucking Simmons. 

She was the head popular bitch all through high school. She constantly tried to get with me, but I never let her. 

"Mikey?" she asked in that nasily voice of hers. I rolled my eyes. 

"Not in the mood," I replied, grabbing a plate, "not in the motherfucking mood." Mom slapped my arm. 

"Language!" she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm twenty fucking years old. I can use whatever fucking language I want." She looked shocked, but I just pushed past her to get a scoop of macaroni and sit down next to Gerard. 

"You are really not in the mood," he said, looking at me with a smirk. I shook my head. 

"Not at all. I've got to show you something that mom hid from me. Then you'll understand." He nodded and threw away his plate. 

"What is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"The DVD on top of the player in the den," I said. Then, he was gone. But of course, Alicia had to sit down in his spot. 

"Michael, you remember Alicia, don't you?" Mom asked, picking at whatever she had. 

"Fuck yeah I remember her. She tried to beat up Cecilia." Mom stabbed her fork into whatever gross thing she had and looked at me with a red face. 

"Will you let go already?" she exclaimed. "Cecilia left you! Deal with it! She was a bitch and you just didn't realize it." I slammed my fists down on the table. 

"You didn't like her because she wasn't popular! But I fucking loved her and you couldn't accept that and you still don't! I'm done with you and this fucking dinner and that bitch." Alicia looked shocked, but I just stormed out, flipping them both off. 

I was done with this fucking family.

A/N:

Y'all, 843 words! I am pretty sure that nobody reads this but it's friggin fun to write and I really love it. SOoooooooo that's all

-mychematthedisco