I woke up the next day as usual still feeling like shit. I dragged my body to the bathroom and got showered. I washed my hair and then climbed out. I dried my hair and did it normally then decided on what to wear.

I dug out my favorite pair of skinnies and pulled them on. "Shit." They were way to big on me. Like I said I hadn't been leaving my room and my last meal was the monster and bag of chips I stole out the kitchen before mikey stopped me.

I dug around for a belt and thank god I found one or else I definetly would've gotten some wedgies. I may have had friends but now that I'd been ignoring them and keeping to myself they ditched my sorry ass.

I was a lame excuse for a teenager. A fucking incestual outcasted freak. i slid the belt on and then grabbed an iron maiden shirt which also happened to be three times my size.
i fumbled around in my room for a hoodie and thankfully found one.

I quietly went upstairs just incase even though mikey should still be sleeping. I crept into the kitchen and dug for food when I just found the granola bars I had been looking for mikey came downstairs fully dressed and looked pissed nervous scared and worried all in one.

"I need a ride to school." Was all he said. I slowly put the granola bar in my hoodie pocket and backed away slowly.
He noticed and spoke up again. "Will you ride me or no?"

I shook my head no becoming more and more nervous as the seconds went by. "Why not?"

Shit a question I couldn't really answer without speaking. I shrugged but Mikey's expression was telling me a shrug wasn't good enough.

"I'm walking." I said quietly turning away and heading to the front door but a hand on my wrist stopped me.
I didn't move and just stayed frozen in one spot.

"I'll walk with you."

Without even thinking I responded. "No."
He loosened his grip and I pulled my hand away before he could stop me.

"Gerard seriously what is going on?" He said sounding sad. "You've been avoiding everyone for almost three damn weeks and you've had to have lost at least twenty pounds. Gee I'm worried...."

He sighed in frustration "I'm not leaving you alone until I figure out-"

"ME! ME IM THE GOD DAMN PROBLEM! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY BUSINESS!"
I snapped.

he backed away instantly. in shock and fear.

"Your...the problem?....I don't underst-"

"FUCK OFF!" I screamed.

Mikey looked absolutely horrified. He nodded weakly and looked down to try and hide the tears streaming down his face. I can't believe I just did that from this point on I can't talk to mikey at all. Not just shutting him out, I was going to act like he was never born.

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"gerard why are you failing basic classes like art? It's your favorite class!" My dad yelled at me from across the dinner table.

I was now being forced to show up at family dinners instead of hiding from mikey in my room. I knew I had lost a lot of weight from hiding and not eying but hunger kept my thoughts off mikey.

Mikey every single day now kept doing something differently to try and get a response from me. Wether he changed the way he acted or his emotion it was just always changing In the slightest way to try and get me to talk.

Today for some reason he decided to sit right next to me. I ignored my dads yelling about me failing and everything around me until I felt a hand on my thigh. It was mikey.

He wasn't looking at me he just kept eating his meal acting like he wasn't doing anything. He began to slowly move his hand up and down. I knew he was trying to get a reaction but I wasn't happy about him touching me like this especially since I loved the way it felt.

I kept my face straight "what the fuck are you doing?" I asked glaring at him. His motions froze when he realized I had actually spoken.

"Gerard language!" My mom yelled but by her tone I knew she was happy I had spoken.

"I'm going to say this one more time. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing."

Mikey removed his hand. "Nothing."

I stood up and began walking downstairs to try and rid the feeling of mikey touching me out of my mind.
Me being fucking thrown off by mikey touching me made me forget to lock my door.

"Gerard we need to talk."

Fuck my life