All That's Left Of Yesterday

Frank's P.O.V.

I get the key to Gerard's house out of my bag and go to the door. As I step inside I hear shouting coming from the kitchen. I walk towards the yelling and from the doorway I see Gerard and Mikey staring at each other. I go to say something but stop myself as I see anger building up in Gerard's eyes as he slaps Mikey across the face. My jaw drops as Gerard yells "don't you ever say that again Michael Way," and storms past me and up the stairs, not even acknowledging my presence.

I start to follow Gerard when I hear a crash behind me. I turn to see Mikey collapsed on the floor crying hysterically. I'm considering whether to comfort the crying boy or go after my boyfriend I see Mikey, still in floods of tears, gets onto his knees and reaches out for a knife on the counter. I run over to him as he places the knife to him wrist. Placing my hand on his shoulder I tell him "it's okay Mikey. Give me the knife."

I pry the knife out of his shaking hand with ease and he collapses into me crying harder. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his hair trying to comfort him.

Mikey tries to speak but it comes out a mess. "I... I... And Gee... Gerard... He... He's..."

"It's okay Mikey, you don't need to explain. Don't worry, I'm here. I'll make sure everything's alright."

I hold on to Mikey tighter as I notice the scars covering his body. I feel angry at myself for even considering leaving him and going after Gerard. I can't believe he could hurt Mikey like this, no matter the reason. He's only just got out of hospital for attempted suicide for crying out loud! Should I break up with him? I'm not sure I can be with someone who can do that to their own brother.

Mikey wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face into my shirt, soaking it with tears but I don't mind. Once the sobbing dies down a bit hi looks up at me. "Thank-you," he whispers and I smile slightly and nod. He lies on the floor, curled up with his head on my lap. I put one arm around him to keep him warm and continue to stroke his hair with the other.

After about an hour like this I realise Mikey's fallen asleep. I pick him up and carry him to the sofa, wrapping the blanket around him. He's actually really cute when he's sleeping. I sigh to myself as I decide it must be time to confront Gerard. I take one last look at Mikey before heading upstairs with the knife still in my hand.

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