They can't hear you
Unexpected ways
I pour myself some coffee. It is 7 pm and already dark outside. Not that I mind. But there is something that has bother my mind for a week now. My brother. When we were in town he acted strange. Well strange, he panicked. And I have no idea why. What I do know is that he lied in the hospital. It's obvious. Maybe he's like one of them...
My mind drifts of to memories I don't want to remember. If he's like one of them, so will it be. I'll do everything to help him. We always took care of each other when our parents didn't care.
I don't know, but something's telling me to go check on him. I have a key to his apartment in times of need. Where is it.
After a while I find them. I grab a jacket, my own keys and I leave my apartment. I walk to my car, lost in thought. I don't want to think about it. I'll see what I can do when I'm there.
After a short drive I'm at the complex. I lock my car, enter the building and take the elevator to the fifth floor. The floor where his apartment is. I knock. No response. Maybe he's a night to a bar or something. I'm about to leave, when I hear something. Not much, like a person falling, but nothing after that. Maybe it was Gerard. Worried I grab the key and open the door. Silence.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' I hear it countless times, getting softer after each time. It's from upstairs. Yeah, Gee has a two floor apartment. Yay for luxury.
'Hello?' I ask. I notice drops on the floor, red. They seem awful out of place here. Maybe it's paint, from one of his projects. I gasp as I realise what it is. Paint can't have that kind of colour. Dark red, but still like a drop of water. No, it's blood. Gerard's blood. They form a line of dots, going to the stairs. At the stair I see one huge splash of blood. That must the bang I heard.
Gerard. Worry is taking over my mind. I run up the stairs. I hear the water is running. I rush to the bathroom, where the noise is coming from along with soft fucks. Again and again I hear Gee's voice mumbling the word.
In the doorway I just freeze. What I see is just... Gerard's sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His arms are all cut. Countless cuts, bright red pierce his pale skin. A lot of them are closed, but still a cut, not a scar. Some of them are fresh. Blood is still coming out of them. That's what he's trying to wash away. The blood. My eyes draft to his face. Pale, like all the blood has been drained from it. Into the sink. Mouth slightly opened. And his eyes. Wide and surrounded by darkness, like he hadn't slept for days. In them I read panic and fear. Fear of my reaction. He also froze. The water was still flowing over his cuts, turning the water pink.
Finally, I've come over my shock. 'Here, let me help you.' I don't start to ask things, like why. My mind is filled with them, but I don't voice them. After 16 years, I've learned a lot about how to handle Gerard Way. I Gently grab his arms and guide them out of the sink. I slowly guide Gerard to the toilet, so he can sit, while I take care of him. He still looks at me while I dry his arms. But now he looks more confused. He didn't expect this from me. But fear was still in his eyes. I look in the cabinets for bandages and I find them hidden behind some make-up. Gently, to not hurt him even more, I place them on his arms. I need a lot of them.
After it's done I guide him to the living room, still in silence. We sit down and we both wait for the other to start. I hope he starts explaining himself, but sadly, he doesn't.
'Why?'
'To keep them away.' His only explanation. I know he won't tell anything more. So I don't ask for it.
'It's good I know about it now.' He looks at me confused, understandable. 'Now you don't have to hide them this trip. Yes, I've planned a trip for us two. Now go grab your favourite things. It doesn't matter how much. And for your clothes, just anything you love wearing.' He still looks confused, but he starts collecting all sorts of things. Clothes and a lot of different art supplies.
Fifteen minutes later he comes to me with two suitcases full of stuff. I'm sure nothing more can fit in them.
'Let's go.' He says quite happy. He always loved unexpected trips.
'We just need to drop by my house to grab my stuff. I haven't put them in my car yet, in case you couldn't come with me.' I explain when he looks puzzled at me.
He is just so exited, like a child in a candy store. I nearly want to drive to my house, just to please him. But I can't. I have to continue what I've started.
'This isn't the way to your house.' He says confused, worried, maybe even scared.
I'm so sorry, Gerard. But it's better for you this way.
My mind drifts of to memories I don't want to remember. If he's like one of them, so will it be. I'll do everything to help him. We always took care of each other when our parents didn't care.
I don't know, but something's telling me to go check on him. I have a key to his apartment in times of need. Where is it.
After a while I find them. I grab a jacket, my own keys and I leave my apartment. I walk to my car, lost in thought. I don't want to think about it. I'll see what I can do when I'm there.
After a short drive I'm at the complex. I lock my car, enter the building and take the elevator to the fifth floor. The floor where his apartment is. I knock. No response. Maybe he's a night to a bar or something. I'm about to leave, when I hear something. Not much, like a person falling, but nothing after that. Maybe it was Gerard. Worried I grab the key and open the door. Silence.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' I hear it countless times, getting softer after each time. It's from upstairs. Yeah, Gee has a two floor apartment. Yay for luxury.
'Hello?' I ask. I notice drops on the floor, red. They seem awful out of place here. Maybe it's paint, from one of his projects. I gasp as I realise what it is. Paint can't have that kind of colour. Dark red, but still like a drop of water. No, it's blood. Gerard's blood. They form a line of dots, going to the stairs. At the stair I see one huge splash of blood. That must the bang I heard.
Gerard. Worry is taking over my mind. I run up the stairs. I hear the water is running. I rush to the bathroom, where the noise is coming from along with soft fucks. Again and again I hear Gee's voice mumbling the word.
In the doorway I just freeze. What I see is just... Gerard's sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His arms are all cut. Countless cuts, bright red pierce his pale skin. A lot of them are closed, but still a cut, not a scar. Some of them are fresh. Blood is still coming out of them. That's what he's trying to wash away. The blood. My eyes draft to his face. Pale, like all the blood has been drained from it. Into the sink. Mouth slightly opened. And his eyes. Wide and surrounded by darkness, like he hadn't slept for days. In them I read panic and fear. Fear of my reaction. He also froze. The water was still flowing over his cuts, turning the water pink.
Finally, I've come over my shock. 'Here, let me help you.' I don't start to ask things, like why. My mind is filled with them, but I don't voice them. After 16 years, I've learned a lot about how to handle Gerard Way. I Gently grab his arms and guide them out of the sink. I slowly guide Gerard to the toilet, so he can sit, while I take care of him. He still looks at me while I dry his arms. But now he looks more confused. He didn't expect this from me. But fear was still in his eyes. I look in the cabinets for bandages and I find them hidden behind some make-up. Gently, to not hurt him even more, I place them on his arms. I need a lot of them.
After it's done I guide him to the living room, still in silence. We sit down and we both wait for the other to start. I hope he starts explaining himself, but sadly, he doesn't.
'Why?'
'To keep them away.' His only explanation. I know he won't tell anything more. So I don't ask for it.
'It's good I know about it now.' He looks at me confused, understandable. 'Now you don't have to hide them this trip. Yes, I've planned a trip for us two. Now go grab your favourite things. It doesn't matter how much. And for your clothes, just anything you love wearing.' He still looks confused, but he starts collecting all sorts of things. Clothes and a lot of different art supplies.
Fifteen minutes later he comes to me with two suitcases full of stuff. I'm sure nothing more can fit in them.
'Let's go.' He says quite happy. He always loved unexpected trips.
'We just need to drop by my house to grab my stuff. I haven't put them in my car yet, in case you couldn't come with me.' I explain when he looks puzzled at me.
He is just so exited, like a child in a candy store. I nearly want to drive to my house, just to please him. But I can't. I have to continue what I've started.
'This isn't the way to your house.' He says confused, worried, maybe even scared.
I'm so sorry, Gerard. But it's better for you this way.
Notes
Yay, update!I hope the next one will be in one or two days, but I won't promise anything.
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5/12/18