Would I Die For You? *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

I was gasping for air by the type I found Ray kneeling by my brother's side in the middle of the sophmore hallway. He was unconscious, his glasses broken on the floor beside him. "What did they do to him?" I ask Ray quietly, fighting back tears. "Jumped him, I guess. When I found them Justin was holding him up and Dirk was punching the shit out of him" Ray tells me. "I'll fucking kill them" I growl. "Is he going to be okay?" A voice behind me asks. I look behind me expecting to see Frank but instead I find Pete Wentz leaning against the lockers, one hand clutching his stomach, the other over his nose. There was blood on his fingers. "You fucking asshole" I yell running to him, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him against the lockers, his head slams against the locker. His hand flies away from his face revealing a bloody nose. Pete groans. "I tried to stop them" he whimpers. What the wha? "I swear to God I did" "He really did Gerard I saw it" Ray says "What exactly did he do?" I ask keeping Pete pressed against the lockers. "Got in between Mikey and Dirk." Ray answers "Just let him go Gee." I hear Frank say. I look back a see him sitting next to Ray on the floor next to Mikey. I sigh. "Fine" I growl throwing Pete to the ground and turning back to my brother. After a moment I hear a cough from the end of the hallway. "Um guys I think I heard something crack, it might have been his rib" Pete mumbles before walking away. Mikey groans. I kneel down by his side. "Should we take him to the hospital?" Frank asks quietly. I nod. "Yeah I don't want there to be a possibility of having a broken rib" I say slipping my hands under my brother's frail body. With Ray's help I lift Mikey into my arms. I really didn't need the help though. Mikey was surprisingly light. I carry him out of the building to Ray's pick up truck. I lay him down in the backseat, walk around to the other side, slowly lift his upper body, sit in the seat, and lay his head on my lap. Ray and Frank sit in the front. Ray starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot. I hear my brother moan again. "Mikey?" I whisper moving his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. "Mikey you okay?" His eyes flutter open. "Ge-Gerard? What happened?" he asks "Those bastards beat you up" I was still trying to figure out why they attacked him so bad. They had never hurt him so much. The worse they had ever done was sprain his ankle. Then it hits me. The confrontation in the locker room yesterday. "So we've decided to teach you another lesson. Oh my god this was all my fault. We finally get to the hospital. The nurses have to take Mikey in on a stretcher. My fault. He gets x-rays. Two cracked ribs and a concussion. My fault. Mom and Dad arrive a little later. Wondering who would do such a thing to their poor baby. My. Fucking. Fault. Ray drove Frank and I home. Mom and dad were going to spend the night at the hospital with Mikey. Frank and I sit on my bed down in our room. "You okay?" he asks me after a long silence "No!" I cry all the emotions I kept bottled up inside for the past few hours, coming out at once. Frank wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer and I bury my head into his shoulder, soaking the fabric of his shirt with tears. "It's my fault Frank" I sob "It's my fault they did that to him" Frank's hand moves up and down my back in a slow calming rythm. "No it's not Gee" Frank says softly "You didn't do anything to make those pricks hurt Mikey" I sniffle. "But they said-" "Forget about what they said. It's not your fault okay?" I nod my head. "I love you." Frank whispers "I love you too" I say lifting my head off his shoulder and pressing our lips together. When we finally pull apart Frank says "We should go to bed it's late" XXXXXXXX I splash the cold water into my face again and look up into the mirror. My eyes are red and my hair is messed up on one side. I couldn't sleep. I can't believe I let them do that to my brother. Fuck, I was so... useless. I sink to my knees as the thought hits me. I hadn't thought that in a while. Suddenly I'm reaching into the cabnint under the sink, grabbing the small wooden box, pulling out its contents. You promised Frank you wouldn't, A small voice in my head says. "He doesn't have to know" I whiper pulling up the leg of my boxers and lowering a blade to my thigh.

Notes

Yay for my geometry teacher!!!!!!! Letting me update in class. All out tests and things are over so we really won't have much more to do anyway. So.... Pete.... Gerard..... yeah.... sorry bout that.....