All That's Left Of Yesterday
Lately it seems like everybody's sick, everybody's dying
Frank's P.O.V.
I'm so angry! I told Gerard to stay away. But still I come down here to find Gerard with Mikey, who is in the floor in floods of tears. And NOW he's fucked off again. He'd better stay away too 'cause if I see him again I'm gunna fucking kill him! I'm sick of having to pick up the pieces. I'm sick of him leaving my Mikey hurt and upset.
I wrap my arms tighter around Mikey, rocking him slightly as he gets his sobs under control.
"C'mon Mikey. It's okay," I tell him before placing a small kiss on his head. Mikey sighs slightly and I hold him closer. I realise that this is all too familiar. I cautiously scan the kitchen for knives, making sure Mikey can't go back to his old ways before turning my attention back to him.
"Mikey, what happened?" I ask when he finally stopped sobbing, pulling back so I can look into his eyes.
"Nothing. I just don't want to be alone." I look at him, wondering what Gerard must have said but I don't ask any more questions.
"You'll never be alone Mikey," I tell him, pulling him into my embrace again. "You have me, Mikey. Never forget that. You always have me." Mikey nods and cuddles close to me again but only seconds after he jumps up and runs over to the sink. I watch in horror as his stomach empties itself of its breakfast.
I can't stand seeing Mikey like this. He's sad and he's hurt. I promised him I'd make everything alright but I haven't. Gerard's hurting my Mikey and I haven't stopped him. I need to sort the problem and make my Mikey happy again.
My thoughts drift back to the knife again and I know what I need to do. What I should have done long ago, when Gerard first slapped Mikey. I need to end this.
I'm so angry! I told Gerard to stay away. But still I come down here to find Gerard with Mikey, who is in the floor in floods of tears. And NOW he's fucked off again. He'd better stay away too 'cause if I see him again I'm gunna fucking kill him! I'm sick of having to pick up the pieces. I'm sick of him leaving my Mikey hurt and upset.
I wrap my arms tighter around Mikey, rocking him slightly as he gets his sobs under control.
"C'mon Mikey. It's okay," I tell him before placing a small kiss on his head. Mikey sighs slightly and I hold him closer. I realise that this is all too familiar. I cautiously scan the kitchen for knives, making sure Mikey can't go back to his old ways before turning my attention back to him.
"Mikey, what happened?" I ask when he finally stopped sobbing, pulling back so I can look into his eyes.
"Nothing. I just don't want to be alone." I look at him, wondering what Gerard must have said but I don't ask any more questions.
"You'll never be alone Mikey," I tell him, pulling him into my embrace again. "You have me, Mikey. Never forget that. You always have me." Mikey nods and cuddles close to me again but only seconds after he jumps up and runs over to the sink. I watch in horror as his stomach empties itself of its breakfast.
I can't stand seeing Mikey like this. He's sad and he's hurt. I promised him I'd make everything alright but I haven't. Gerard's hurting my Mikey and I haven't stopped him. I need to sort the problem and make my Mikey happy again.
My thoughts drift back to the knife again and I know what I need to do. What I should have done long ago, when Gerard first slapped Mikey. I need to end this.
Notes
So guys, what do you make of the situation? Team Frank, team Mikey or team Gerard? Sorry the chapter's such a short one.~DemolitionAngels xx
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