I Never Knew What to Say

CHAPTER 2
~Frank~
Hey he’s smiling! So he does like it… maybe I will sing more around him he seems to be enjoying it. As I strum the last chord I look over to him and smile, I hear a knock on the door so I place my guitar down and go downstairs to see who it is. I look through the peep hole and see Mikey standing outside impatiently so I open the door. “Hey Mikey how are you?”
“Hey Frank, are you doing anything tonight?”
“Not really and you could have called me to ask, you live the other side of town man… How much petrol did you use”
“A lot and I couldn’t be home tonight, not this night”
“This night?” I ask as I beckon him to the kitchen “coffee?”
“Hell yes, I need it” I boil the kettle and look over at him, he seems scared and sad but I have no idea why. I could always read guys; they make sense… women not so much.
“Well?” I pass him the coffee “What’s up with you today?”
“Did I ever tell you about my older brother?”
“No you didn’t, why?”
“Four years ago today, he died… mum poisoned him, psychologically, for being a ‘devil child’ because he was gay”
“Holy shit, is that why you left?”
“My brother kills himself because mum was pressuring him to get ‘cured’ so, yeah I couldn’t handle it.” I feel so bad for him it mush hurt so badly, he’s like a brother to me… there is the flicker again. He is standing in the corner and seems to be looking at Mikey just like me; maybe he feels the pain too… “Come here Mikey” I offer him a hug which he gladly accepts.
~Gerard~
he strums the last chord and he seems to smile right at me… another coincidence no doubt. He heads off to answer the door when I feel something… a similar soul to mine entering the house. I drift down through the floor into the hallway where I see him, four years older but, it’s him. Mikey, my little brother… Why is he here? I follow then to the kitchen where Frank is making him coffee, I used to do that… he tells Frank about me, how our mother inadvertently killed me by refusing to accept me, no, i killed myself because our mother made me feel worthless. Some would say it was cowardly but I couldn’t do it, she made me feel like I wasn’t human, I wish I could have been happy but just the knowledge she didn’t accept me… I couldn’t take it. “you never told me this Mikey… you poor thing” he hugs my brother I wish I could do the same, when Frank lets go I head over my arms pass straight through him and I can’t help but cry out. Frank jumps and then Mikey shivers… “Someone walk over your grave Mikey?” he giggles but looks a little confused. I decide to try vainly to hug Frank too.
“Thanks for looking after my brother.” I say it, he can’t hear me but I say it anyway as I go to hug him. As I expect my arms to pass through I brace myself for the loss of balance but instead I feel a body in my arms! Franks eyes are wide as Mikey jumps up and shouts
“Gerard?!”

Notes

tada? dearie me i'm bad at this