Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

I really couldn't handle hearing Frank talk about Chelsea. He really seemed to like her.. That's why I got all quiet with him.. but when he wanted us THREE to hang out.. Well I'll pass.. I don't think I could really handle seeing them make out like they did a few days ago.. But why am I so mad about that? I mean, Frank's my new brother. Yeah, I care about him a lot. But I'm not falling for him.. am I?
Hell, I don't even know my sexuality. I was fucked by both genders so I can't really say I'm scared of one over the other. So what am I? I never really.. had a crush on anyone. I never really had the chance too. I never really even had hope in myself and my love life. So I guess I didn't even try.

I slip into bed, and try to fall asleep. But I only lie awake on Frank's bed.. I can't stop thinking about him.. The fact that he actually opened up to me.. That he finally understands why I'm here.. there's something I love about him.. It might just be the fact I can call him my brother.. or I actually love Frank..

But he's my brother? Sure, not biologically, but you know what I mean. Just the tag "brothers" makes it impossible for a relationship. So I guess I can't really love Frank, can I? Jeez, I don't even know what I'm saying right now. Do I love Frank or not? Make up your mind Gerard.



Frank's P.O.V

I'm still awake and it's been about two hours since Gerard left so it's about six.. My dad should be up right now, I don't even know if Gerard's getting up today. But I haul myself in the bathroom, I stare at myself.. My eyes aren't as bad as they used to be.. but they're purple from my lack of sleep. Hmm, now I can explain this easier.

"Frank, ge-" I hear my dad call out till I hear his voice stop. I stop myself from everything I listen to what's going on.

"Frank's not feeling good. He was puking all night, I think he should stay home.." I hear Gerard's voice as it's faded by the time it reaches my room. Well, done Gerard. I continue to listen as I wait for what my dad has to say.

"Oh, I guess it's fine then." Yep. Off the hook. And with that, I jump back on my couch. Pulling the covers over my head as I alteast try to fall back asleep.



Gerard's P.O.V

Frank stayed home today, so I went on with all my classes alone. In study hall I tried again to find out more about Mikey. I google his name again, but I look at the links. None of them stand out till I find one that's horrifying. I hold my breath and bite my tongue as I read the article..

"Fifteen year old, Mikey Way was announced dead this morning after being missing for months. His body was found in the closet of a burned out Motel in Virginia. Witnesses say they saw a man with the boy, leading him around like he was his father. Nothing too suspicious till someone complained of loud banging noises and screams. Words from the first witness.

"Well, when I first saw the boy he had a Freddy Kruger shirt on, so when I heard the noises I just thought they were watching scary movies together. You know kids these days, blasting everything they hear."

When officers found the body, he was highly mutilated. They claim they couldn't identify the face, but he wore a bracelet with his name on it. From the orphanage he came from. From what we know today, we suspect that Mikey was kidnapped and held by the killer. For perhaps three months till he decided to end his devious task. Reporters today are still craving for more details but for now the rest is on solved."

My hands are quick to click off the page.. but I find another article..

"Stockholm Syndrome?

After a month long investigation on victim Mikey Way, we come to conclusion that Mikey was being dragged across the country by a man who was let out of prison a year ago after being accused of molestation and murder of a seven year old girl. Was he really innocent? Privacy reasons force us to leave the name of the killer unknown, but we can say is that he posed as Mikey's father.. But shocked a couple in another motel just outside Jersey.

"We saw them a few times as we were checking in, but later that night me and my husband went out by the pool and heard loud noises coming from the room. Moaning could be heard from the windows but at the time we didn't know who's room it was. All we thought was it was just a young couple crazed with love."

Could it be that Mikey had been raped. Sadly, we can't say if we're for sure. No real evidence shows he was sexually assaulted. But we do know that he was slashed by his killer. Pictures are being held from being posted cause of the graphic images. Mikey will have a funeral though, closed casket but anyone welcome. Hackingsack New Jersey, April 4th."

I don't even notice the tears falling down my face till a girl points it out. "Omigod, are you okay?" Her voice is full of shock. My eyes study her, she's short. Blonde hair. Looks about fifteen.

I just wipe my eyes dry. "Yeah, I'm fine." I try to bluff but tears don't stop from falling.

"Hey, I know people say guys shouldn't cry, but I think that's a lie. Everyone should cry, it's part of human nature." Her voice is soft as she look at me with her brown eyes.

"Ha, yeah I guess." I pull my eyes off her as I don't stop crying.

"Hey, tell you what. If you're still feeling like this tomorrow, come talk to me okay? I sit right over there." She pints to a table next to some bookshelves.

Like I said, girls only notice I exist when they feel bad for me.

Notes

Mikey's dead :c but yeah, I felt that was nessasarry for the depressed Gee that comes up soon. Oops I probably just ruined that but Oh well (: