Mikey Way Oneshots

crash the cemetery gates

I always thought that cemeteries were beautiful. Don't ask me why, but I loved to get my book or my sketchbook and just sit down under the old willow in the far corner of the local cemetery and relax.

Only the really old graves were in this part, the newest was from 1868 and belonged to a couple Lord and Lady Macbeth. Oddly enough, we just had talked about this book in class and I wondered how I never noticed this before.

The headstone was of a expensive looking white marble with moss growing over the carved words. The grave itself was almost indistinguishable from the grass, only one or two flowers marked the place where their bodies once had been.

I caught myself staring at the grave and shook myself out of the trance and continued sketching the cemetery. Mom wasn't exactly happy about me spending my time here all alone so I told her that I was still at school. It wasn't really a lie because the school was only a five minute walk away.

Just after I was back in the flow, a noise startled me and let me lose my pencil in the grass. What was that? Were these steps that I was hearing?

The noise came closer and I clutched my school bag tight, wondering at the same time what I would do with it to defend myself. Swing it in their face? Better than nothing I figured.

But luckily, it was only a boy around my age who ran now in my view, looking like the devil was on his heels. At least, he wasn't a threat. Something about him was familiar and I tried to make out what, as three other boys came into view as well. They were the school bullies and now, I knew where I recognized the boy from. That was Mikey, the shy kid in my music class who got bullied in the hallways for reasons unknown.

"Mikey!" I whisper shouted and waved to get his attention.

His gaze shot in my direction, trying to make me out under the old tree. He looked scared that I might show his bullies where he was. Instead, I motioned for him to hide behind the big tree. Mikey just did it and fell down in the grass out of view for the assholes from school. He was probably too exhausted to protest.

They came closer and saw me sitting there. "Hey Doll, have you seen the strange emo kid?" The tallest shouted and I shook my head. Luckily, they were dense enough to believe me and sprinted away. Oh, I was fuming at them. As if I would throw an innocent person under the bus. Especially to them. God, right this moment, I thought I would kill them if they came back again.

"Are they away?" Mikey whispered after some time.

I nodded and he sat up straight. His glasses were crooked and his complete appearance told me that he had been running for some time now. There were a few beads of sweat on his forehead and he was panting. "Thank you"

"No problem. Why were they chasing you?" I wanted to know, watching him while he caught his breath.

Mikey shrugged and looked down. "Were mad that I told Gerard, my brother, about them and they got me at the toilets. Why do you know my name?"

Was he kidding me? "We're in class together, why shouldn't I know your name?" I asked back, perplexed by the question.

"I didn't think someone would notice me, I kind of hoped nobody did," Mikey admitted quietly and my heart broke at these words. The last sentence was clearly not directed at me as he only whispered it.

How could anyone bully him and why? And more important, why had I done nothing against it?

"Of course, I did! And sorry that I never said anything," I said, feeling guilty about my own cowardliness.

Mikey just shrugged with a defeated look on his face. "It's okay, no one does besides Gerard."

Did I say that my heart broke earlier? Well, now it was shattered for the boy who just seemed to have accepted his cruel fate.