*Mikey*
I watched as my older brother stood, staring at the stone. Me and him had been coming here on the last day of the month, every two months. This had been going on for a while - two years, maybe. I stared at my shirt, and saw patches on my shirt, which were darm and creased from the rain and where i had been crying. You don't need a jacket He Said, It won't rain He said, Why are you crying? He said... Yeah, didn't stop you from being a jacket, did it, Gee?
Goddamn it Mikey! Stop with the attitude! We're at a graveyard, for Belladonna's sake! Great, my brothers mourning, and im making Anthrax referances. Just great. WHO AM I!?! I'm never this bitter about anything... I focused my attention back to the real world, and placed my hand on my brothers shoulder. "Gee" I said, softly. She looked at me with tear stained eyes. "C'mon. We gotta go". He sniffed and nooded, standing up.
I brushed down the back of his shoulder, as there was a point where he had layed (lied?) down, and we started to walk outside.
I shivered and goosebumps broke out over my arms.
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Rough Roses (The Vision Of An Old Memory)
FanficWe never wanted it to be this way. I changed, Mikey changed, Frank changed, and Ray... you see where this is going. All because of that one person, that one person who just seeks out to ruin everything. Her name was Scarlet Rose. The one person i T...
