6.

I guess I wasn't really too sure what I should have expected after going to bed at four PM. Of course, I was drugged up. Gerard had put something into my body that was supposed to make me sleep but I'm awake now. Outside, it's still the dead hours of the night. Looking through the tiny window makes me feel lonely all of a sudden, and I cower backwards into my bed.
I don't freak out too much when I realize that my naked back is pressed up against the bare skin of my older brother's chest. All that escapes me is a shocked gasp, leaving my lips on a slightly panicked note. As I shuffle around in the warm blankets that cover me, I notice that I'm wearing a pair of comfortable shorts. They are the same pair that I usually sleep in.
A small smile takes over my face as I realize that Gerard has been taking very good care of me since we got home. He'd even taken it into his own hands to change me out of my clothes and tuck me into bed after I became a pathetic sobbing wreck last night. The drugs he gave me have certainly helped; I feel energated and a buzz is still running through my body. "Thanks, Gee," I mumble, sinking further into the depths of the duvet as I melt into my brother's arms. Quickly, I become irritated though because I can't get back to sleep. It's three AM, which is too early for me to pull through to school. My mind doesn't want to turn off, and I'm itching to move around. I decide to take a shower.

xo

After limping to the shower, I'd managed to strip myself down, and the small amount of blood that I noticed smudged against my arm made me freeze up. For a good five minutes, I stared at the dark crimson droplets, cringing in disgust at myself. Now I'm stood in the tiny cubicle, hot water scraping the dirt from my body as I whimper softly. It hurts, and I'm not too sure why. The pain almost brings tears to my eyes, convincing me not to touch the sore area. The bleeding has stopped, but there wasn't too much of that to begin with. However, it's bruised badly and my elbow is a light tinge of purple that stands out against my naturally pale skin.
After I climb out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but my shorts, I rub my face lazily before putting my glasses back on. They're steamed up, so I use a shirt that has been left on the ground to quickly clean them before they are back on the ridge of my nose, my vision suddenly coming into focus. Everything a round me is a faded gray, and only the soft glow of the bathroom light does anything to brighten the dark hallway.
Bored and unsure of what to do with myself, I find myself on the ground floor, chewing my bottom lip as I enter the living room. It's a mess because of the fight that my parents had yesterday, and one of the wooden chairs beside the dining table is snapped in half, small splinters of wood scattered around it. I try to push the destruction out of my mind, knowing that I was at the soul heart of it. Gulping, I shake my head before stumbling over to the mirror.
Again, I'm thankful that my eyes are still in their rightful places, hazelnut brown as always. As I poke at my face and purse my lips, I think about how Gerard always makes his eyes look darker. It doesn't really make much sense why he does it, but Frank had also colored his eyes in for school yesterday. Maybe it's in fashion now, I know that plenty of girls do it, including Mom. With this in mind, I set out looking for her handbag. The minute I have a small bottle of a pale liquid and a black eyeliner pencil, something overwhelms me.
I don't know what it is, but it makes me feel hyper and giddy. Grinning like an idiot, I take my glasses off and squirt some of the pale stuff into the palm of my hand before rubbing it over my cheeks eagerly. Once a thick layer of the magical fluid has coated my face, I blink. All of a sudden, I look like a vampire with flawless skin, not a single inconsistency standing out on my skin. Smirking at myself, I start to shade my eyes a deep coal black.
I look... hot.
My head is tipped to the side as I study myself, frowning slightly. I look older, more mature in a strange way. I remind myself of my brother: dark and brooding. I have to force myself to grin again because I'm not too sure about the whole 'mysterious vampire boy' thing.
It's only when I glance down at the crimson red lipstick clutched in my hand that I shake my head and stop. Would I be going to far? My eyes meet my reflection's once again, and I let out a small chuckle. I'm bored and it is four o'clock in the morning. This motivates me as I paint my lips red, then pucker them out slightly as I admire my new image. The first images that pop into my head are The Rocky Horror Show, and my brother.
"Mikey?"
Speaking of Gerard, I hear his voice behind me and I instantly flinch, spinning around to face him, a full face of make-up. He stares at me in confusion for a moment as I gawk gormlessly, my mouth hanging open. Something romantic flashes through his eyes, and his face suddenly appears lustful as he bites his lip. "M-Mikey..." he repeats my name, his fingers twitching. I pay attention to his body language, which confuses me as he lingers by the doorway. "Why are you wearing Mom's make-up?"
"Um..." I shuffle uncomfortably, staring at the ground. "I couldn't sleep. Got bored. Do you... d-do you like it?" I force myself to smirk playfully, trying to pass it off as a joke. Wearing this make-up feels like taboo, something wrong. Gerard knows that it is wrong too.
"Go wash your face," my brother's voice hits my ears as dark. His eyes won't meet mine. "Now,"
I do as I'm told. As soon as my face is scrubbed clean, and I'm wearing my glasses again, me and Gerard are left facing each other in the bathroom. All of a sudden, I feel cold and exposed. Wishing I had put some clothes on, I rub my arms in attempt to warm myself up. Gerard is shirtless, but at least he is wearing knee length shorts. We stand in silence before I dare myself to speak. "So, um... did you finish that song? The vampire one?"
Gerard is reluctant to respond. "Yeah, I did," his answer is blunt.
"Can I see it?"
"I guess,"
As I follow him back into our bedroom, I take note of his strange mood. His words are forced and he won't some near me. "Now you gotta remember," he mumbles as I sit down on my bed. He locks us inside. "I'm crap at guitar so just pay attention to the lyrics instead,"
I nod eagerly, keen to know what kind of songs I'll be helping to create. Gerard picks up his old, barely used acoustic guitar and balances it on his lap as his fingers try and work the right chord.

"And if they get me and the sun... goes down into the ground.
And if they get me take this spike to my heart, and-
And if they get me and the sun goes down,
And if they get me take this spike and-
You put the spike in my heart,"

His voice is lacking enthusiasm. Where yesterday, it was raw and powerful, today it is weak and unsure of itself. "Are you okay?" I ask him. He senses my dismay and lets his eyes fall from the fretboard of his guitar to his feet.
"No," he grumbles. "No, I'm not okay, Mikes. I'm not,"
I gulp. "Is it because of me?"
It's immediately after I say this that Gerard snaps. "No, it's nothing to fucking do with you,"
"You're lying," my voice is small, meek. I close my eyes and feel the spot beside me on the bed dip down, and warmth strokes against my arm. Shivers tremor though my body. "It's because of me, I'm making you unhappy,"
Gerard is silent for a minute. "You're right," he says. "You do make me unhappy,"

Notes

vote and stuffs please it helps me out a lot

xofeb