I sat with the picture of her in my hand, tears rolling freely down my face as I remembered the last kiss we shared. The last kiss before she lied, before she cheated and left me. I had loved Alicia since we were little, and one day, she leaves me for my best friend, for something I couldn't give. I stood, the picture in one hand as I went to the kitchen, my hands shaking as I searched for a lighter, my fingers brushing over one before grabbing it and lighting it, holding the flame to the corner of the picture. Beneath the hard exterior, I was a mess, my broken heart forcing itself to keep beating, my body ready to give up daily.

My phone rang, startling me from my daydream, my eyes drifting from the flickering orange. I dropped the burning picture into the sink and left the room, my hand grabbing the phone and holding it to my ear before I could change my mind. "Mikey?" My brother asked. "What's wrong?"
"She left me Gee. She's gone." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Oh Mikey. It'll be okay. I'll be over in twenty minutes Mikey. I promise." Gerard said, his voice failing to conceal his concern.
"I love you Gerard." I muttered before hanging up and dropping the phone into its cradle.

I stumbled to the kitchen and ran the tap, putting out the fire. My brain became hypnotised by the ashes swirling down the drain. "Goodbye Alicia." I muttered as I grabbed a bottle of Jim Beam, swallowing down the liquor as I hunted for a knife, holding the shiny blade up to the light. "I love you girl. I always have." I staggered to the bathroom and ran a bath, steam filling the bathroom as I drank more liquor,the liquid burning my throat as it went down. My hands went to the door of the medicine cabinet, grabbing out a couple of orange bottles before I lowered myself into the steaming water. I twisted the cap off of the first bottle, tipping a handful of the capsules into my mouth before chasing them down with the alcohol. I rested my head against the back of the bath, running my finger over the edge of the blade. I smiled weakly, swallowing a couple more pills before finishing the bottle of alcohol. Once I finished the bottle, I threw it across the room, covering my ears as the glass shattering rang out, echoing in my ears.

I placed the point of the knife against my wrist, pushing softly and watching as blood trickled from the small cut, marring my pale skin as it worked its way to the water. I gasped as I dragged the knife across my wrist, the blood welling up quickly, my head going dizzy as I looked through the steam. I repeated the process multiple times, marring my perfect skin with cuts so deep. My hands shook as I placed the knife against my thighs, carving Alicia's name into my flesh. Her name appeared over my skin so many times that I lost count. My head hung forwards, my eyes drifting to the red swirling through the water.
I took a deep breath, my lungs protesting as my heart pumped blood into the water beneath me. "I love you Alicia." I sobbed, my vision blurred, my heart beat laboured. I heard the front door creak open, Gerard calling my name as he hunted the house for me, a scream leaving his mouth when he found me. I looked up at him, tears streaking his face.

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~GERARD~
I sank to my knees beside the bath, reaching my hands out to my brother, my fingers coming away coated in blood. "Mikey, please no, god damn it, don't die." I shouted as I reached for my phone and dialled 911. After the call disconnected, I pulled the plug and dragged him from the bath, holding him against my chest as I wrapped a towel around his shivering form. Mikey's lips were slowly going blue, every breath a battle as he laboured to keep his eyes open. "Come on Mikey, fight this for me."
"I can't Gee." He whispered, his words no more than a whisper.
"Please Mikey, I can't lose you." I sobbed, my hands brushing the hair out of his face as I cried. "Come on Mikey. She's stupid. You are an amazing person, she's stupid. Please don't die." I pleaded as I held him close. "Please?"
"I'm sorry." He breathed. "I love y..." Mikey exhaled, taking his last breath.
"NO!" I shouted, pressing my lips to his, giving CPR to wake him up. I brushed my fingers over his blue lips, watching as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. I cradled my baby brother to my chest, rocking backwards and forwards as the blood stopped pooling around us. "MIKEY, PLEASE!" I cried, rocking faster and faster. I could hear sirens in the distance, my heart screaming at his loss as the paramedics ran into the room.
"Please sir, we need you to move." One of them said, his hands on my shoulders as I clung to Mikey.
"I can't let go." I sobbed, my voice shaking as they dragged me away. I stared on in horror as they placed him into a bag, the sound of the zip finalising my worst nightmares. "NO!" I shouted, fighting against the grip of the paramedic. "He's not dead! You have to save him! Please." I begged, clawing against the hands holding me back.
"I'm sorry sir, there isn't anything we can do." The paramedic said as they carried him from the room, leaving me lying in a pool of my brothers blood.

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