hey peoples! thought i'd write something, i dunno just something.
DISCLAIMER: i dont own mcr, i dont own gerard or mikey or frank or... well you get the picture.
without any futher-a-do here it is so read on...
Gerard's POV 7:00 AM
I herd my name being breathed out. I opened my eyes to see my brother standing there, shaking. I had become used to Mikey walking in at night, scared witless. I moved up in my bed and motioned him to lie next to me. He obliged, laying down face to me. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I wrapped my arms around him tight. "It's not your fault." I whispered back before I started singing.
"Shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and sleep, just sleep. The hardest part is letting go of your dreams."
I looked down at my little brother, his eyes were shut tight and his breathing had calmed. Stroking his hair I closed my eyes and joined him in sleep.
"You awake mikey?" I asked as I slowly retuned to consciousness. I felt his head nod into my chest. "What was your dream about?"
"I dreamed something evil had killed mum, then you committed suicide." I felt his grip tighten. "It's okay." I cooed. We both knew it wasn't. It had been a few months since our mom died. We were stuck with our dad, he abused us on a regular basses, and we only had each other in this world. "Don't leave me." Mikey pleaded, I rubbed his back and shook my head, my long black head moving in a clumsy motion. "I could never do that." I whispered. He was only ten; this life wasn't fair for him. I know I was only twelve but it was so much harder on him. I kissed the top of his head, just like mom had done when he got scared. "I love you." He whispered. "I can't tell you how much you mean to me mikey, you're my brother, my best friend, the only person I can trust, and I love you so much." I said, meaning every word.
"You better not be with your brother!" we herd our dad yell. He hadn't been so keen on mikey even talking to me, if he caught us we would both be beaten.
"Quick under the bed, when you get the chance run out of my room and pretend you were in the bathroom or something." I whispered, my plan being crap due to the fact we had such short time to plan it.
Before mikey could say anything I had already pushed him of the bed. He crawled under as dad forced the door open. "Where is he?" he hissed. I shook my head. "I promise I don't know." I whimpered under pressure and fear. He looked around my room and I kicked mikey, signalling to go. He did so, stumbling on something and making a loud noise as he bolted out of my room. I jumped of my bed as quickly as I could before dad whipped his head round. "Fell of my bed." I giggled weakly as he grumbled something to himself. He took a look under my bed then shot me a dirty look. With that he walked out, slamming the door with as much force as he had opened it with. Letting out a sigh of relief I got dressed in my black skinny jeans and misfits top. There was a sharp scream from upstairs, the scream my brother made when he was in pain. I ran up the stairs to see a sight that made my heart shatter. Mikey's eye was lined with a purple black ring, his noise bleeding and his body lying limply on the ground, dad walking away from his unconscious son, wearing a smug smirk.
Fate's POV 7:30 PM
Mum had left me diner again, she had no idea I wasn't going to eat it, but I might as well make her think I did. I warmed it, to make the kitchen smell of pizza. I put it on the plate, to leave grease marks. Then put it in a plastic bag and threw it out. The perfect crime. I smiled to myself at how intelligent I was at that moment. My smirk was stolen from me by the sound of the doorbell. I whispered a few curse words; I knew no matter how hard I could try, frank would always find out if I didn't eat. The bell rang again and I ran towards the door. "Hey Frankie." I exclaimed, putting my arms around him. He hugged back the walked past me into the house. "You wanna come in?" I mumbled. He walked straight to the bin, pulling out a plastic bag and looking through it. "I think you misplaced your food, again." he hissed the last bit, making me feel worse then I already did. He went through my cupboards and fixed me a sandwich, cheese. "I'm not leaving till you eat It." he said firmly. "I don't want to." I said back with equal strength. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down to a chair in front of the table. "Don't be such a fucking kid and eat the fucking sandwich!"
"Frank I told you I d-"
"You are going to eat it! I will shove it down your god damn throat!"
"I would love to see you try!"
"You know what? I'm tired of your shit! Fucking starve yourself I just don't care anymore, I don't have the fucking energy. When you decide to stop acting like a kid I'll be in the front room!" I had never seen my friend so angry. As he walked away I felt hurt run through me, I decided, just for him I would eat it.
I walked into the front room and sat on the other end of the sofa he was sitting on. He looked at me with hopeful eyes as I moved the sandwich towards my mouth, taking the first bite. He smiled as I slowly finished the sandwich. "I'm proud of you." He smiled. "And I have two people I want you to meet, they live a hard life, I think you might like them. Gerard and mikey Way." He moved towards me and embraced me in a quick hug. "You mean the two you always talk about? They sound nice." I smiled to myself, leaning back on the sofa and closing my eyes, falling asleep before I could do anything about it.
there it is plz reveiw, i have another chapter half written, if you want it you have to beg. *evil smile* ;D thanks :) xx