All That's Left Of Yesterday
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding
Mikey's P.O.V.
Gerard walks into the lounge and sits next to me on the sofa. I turn to look at him as he stares at the TV. He's beautiful. His long, black hair falls over his eyes as he sings along to the Blackout. He's an amazing singer too; I've always loved his sexy voice.
I've always loved my brother. Every time I'm near him I feel like my heart could burst. I love every minute I spend with him and I spend every minute I'm not wishing I was. I don't love enough minutes anymore. We would if it wasn't for one problem.
The doorbell rings and Gee jumps up and ran to answer.
"FRANKIE!"
"GEE!"
Great. It's Frank fucking Iero. They walk into the lounge and I stand up.
"Alright Mikey!" Frank says over-enthusiastically.
"Alright." I mutted as I pass him to leave the room. I could never be in the same room as them, it hurts too much. I sit up in my room, razor in hand, punishing myself for these feelings. It's wrong, sick and not to mention illegal. My brother. My best friend. My love.
I dig the razor deeper into my flesh, punishing myself more, trying to get rid of the feelings. I break down crying as I hear them running upstairs to Gerard's room laughing. I crawl over to the bin but not quick enough as crumple into a ball covered in sick, blood and tears. It seems like hours I lie there shaking and crying before the moans and screams coming from next door become too much. I grab the razor again slicing through my flesh over and over again until the noises fade and everything goes black...
Gerard walks into the lounge and sits next to me on the sofa. I turn to look at him as he stares at the TV. He's beautiful. His long, black hair falls over his eyes as he sings along to the Blackout. He's an amazing singer too; I've always loved his sexy voice.
I've always loved my brother. Every time I'm near him I feel like my heart could burst. I love every minute I spend with him and I spend every minute I'm not wishing I was. I don't love enough minutes anymore. We would if it wasn't for one problem.
The doorbell rings and Gee jumps up and ran to answer.
"FRANKIE!"
"GEE!"
Great. It's Frank fucking Iero. They walk into the lounge and I stand up.
"Alright Mikey!" Frank says over-enthusiastically.
"Alright." I mutted as I pass him to leave the room. I could never be in the same room as them, it hurts too much. I sit up in my room, razor in hand, punishing myself for these feelings. It's wrong, sick and not to mention illegal. My brother. My best friend. My love.
I dig the razor deeper into my flesh, punishing myself more, trying to get rid of the feelings. I break down crying as I hear them running upstairs to Gerard's room laughing. I crawl over to the bin but not quick enough as crumple into a ball covered in sick, blood and tears. It seems like hours I lie there shaking and crying before the moans and screams coming from next door become too much. I grab the razor again slicing through my flesh over and over again until the noises fade and everything goes black...
11/1/13