"I wanna talk to you about something,"

"What is it?" I ask, freaking out on the inside.

Oh my god he knows. What am I gonna say???

"Um, well, in the near future you may have to stay with your uncle Mikey for a while," he says, obviously feeling really awkward.

Oh no, now he wants to disown me?! Nice going Bandit, you really fucked up this life.

I feel my face drop slightly, and before I can say anything he cuts me off.

"It's not your fault Bandit," he reassures, "I..I just don't feel like I can do a very good job raising you in my condition," he says.


His condition?

"Dad what are you talking about?" I say, not really sure what he was getting at. "Are you disowning me?"

"NO! No, no, no Bandit! I'm not disowning you," he says, a look of pure horror flashing across his face.

"So you're-" he interrupts me.

"Bandit I'm just giving you some time with your uncle..." He says, sounding a little unsure.

"Fine," I say getting up and walking away.

*one month later*

So my dad is sending me to Mikey's today.
I kind of understand now, I mean he's been a huge mess this past month or so. I've never seen him like this.
But I can't say he's alone, I've still been cutting regularly, I'm just kinda surprised I haven't been caught yet. But I guess my dad spends so much time in his room he doesn't do much else.

"I'm sorry Bandit, it's just for a while," my dad says hugging me.

"It's okay, dad," I wasn't actually sure how I felt about this.
I mean I don't get to see my uncle Mikey that much, but I also don't really want to leave my house. I packed a razor, hoping I wouldn't use it, but not getting my hopes too high.

*Time lapse*

We finally arrive at Mikey's house and I grab my stuff and followed my dad up to the door.

*Gerard's POV*

The whole way to Mikey's I kept thinking how much Bandit probably hates me right now. But I can't let her see me like this...I don't want her to see me resort to-

"Dad," Bandit says, " how long will I be here?"

"I don't know, honey," I say almost emotionlessly.

she stares at me for a few seconds.
I feel so bad about dumping her on Mikey. I feel bad for what I'm doing to her and Mikey. But I feel like there's nothing I can do.

We finally arrive and Bandit trails behind me up to Mikey's door. I knock and he answers no more than ten seconds later.

"Hey Mikey," I grin, giving Mikey a hug.

"Hi Gerard," he says grinning.

"Come on in, guys," Mikey says stepping aside.

After about an hour of talking I finally said my goodbyes and left my precious angle in the care of my little brother.

*Bandits POV*

Well, this is kind of awkward. Me and Mikey kinda just stand there for a minute, until he shows me my room. It's a lot smaller than my room at home, but, hey, it's only temporary.
I get settled in and we have dinner. The day so far has been full of silence.

Mikey and I sit in the living room, making little conversation. After a while I get up.

"Where are you going?" Mikey asks.

"U-upstairs," I say, hoping he doesn't know about my cutting.

"Okay," he says, not really knowing what else to say, I assume.

I do what I usually do, on my wrist, only considering today wasn't so bad, I only cut once and not very deep. I pull the sleeve to my black MCR shirt back down and go back downstairs where uncle Mikey is watching TV. I sit down across the couch and he looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

He just keeps staring at me, like he's in some kind of trance.

"What the fuck Mikey??" I somewhat yell.

"Why aren't you as open to me as you used to be?" He finally asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, you used to talk to me a lot, and now," he shrugs, "it's kind of awkward,"

"No it's not," I obviously lied, not even looking at him.

he just sighs and continues watching TV.

A few minutes later I realize I left out my razor. I run up to the bathroom, attracting Mikey's attention.
He follows me upstairs and catches me on my way to my room. I hide the blade behind my back and stand there like a deer caught in headlights. We just stare at each other for maybe two minutes.

"What's behind your back?" He asks quietly.

"N-nothing..." I say trying not to sound too suspicious.

he gives me a look and I can tell he doesn't believe me.

"Let me see then," he says calmly.

"No," I say backing towards my room.

"Let me see," he insists.

I look to see how close I am to my room, then look back at him. I make a run for my room just as he catches on to what I'm thinking. He makes a failed attempt to grab me and I run into my room and lock the door. I open my hand and see the palm of my hand bleeding, I didn't realize how hard I had my fist clenched. I knew I needed a bandage, but Mikey was still right outside my door knocking.

"Oh shit," I say to myself.

Mikey somehow hears me, I guess these doors aren't very soundproof..

"What's wrong? Open the door!"

I decide I should try to hide it and try to get to the bathroom.

I make sure there's no blood visible and I stick my fist in my pocket and open the door.

Notes

muahaha I've left you with a cliff hanger!