Famous Last Words

Gerard POV

When I first saw those cuts, I got dizzy. I know, she's a self harmer, and I have seen many cutters, but…but she's 12!
I've never seen a kid that young hurting themselves. And I had no clue why she did it. In fact…I don't really think I want to know. A kid…a kid that young should have a good life! They shouldn't grow up in a torture cell! And what did she ever do wrong! I have a feeling those scars won't ever fade, and now there's more. This kid is broken. She needs to get fixed up. And she will. No matter what, now.

As I wrap the bandages around the cuts, I don't even look at her. I'm not mad. I'm just shocked. I didn't think she would continue even now that she's with us. I wonder where I'm gonna start to heal all her broken strings.

"I"m sorry." she says quietly. No stammer, that means she has to be getting more confident around us, less nervous. I don't reply. I'm not gonna hold a grudge over something I'm not even mad about, so I speak, eventually. "It's okay, kid."

I speak even quieter than her, and I doubt she heard me, but from her facial expression it's clear that she did.

Frank's been doing better lately, less "weird mood". I feel bad for him, too. He never told me any of the stuff he said this morning before. And when he did, it was like a boulder crushing you. To know that all the time you've ever known your friend, he's had a secret that probably hurt as mentally as it could. And you could never do anything to help him, because you didn't know.

I think today, Lyra's gonna meet Ray and Mikey. Jesus, I just hope they all get on well.
***
I already explained to them over the phone who Lyra was,and they agreed to come over and meet her. So it's no surprise that in a few hours, the door was opens from the outside, and Ray and Mikey charge in. "We're heeeeere!" shouted Ray, walking into the music room, followed by Mikey. I sit quietly on the piano bench, but not playing the piano. I don't play the piano very often. "Geez, Ray, can you shout a little louder?" I say, sarcastically. He laughs, Mikey of course with the straightest face a person could have.
"Now, go get the kid." say Mikey, looking like he really wanted to get it over with. I roll my eyes at his tone and go to find Lyra. She's in her room, working on some sketch designs. They're really good. "Lyra?" I say, and she looks up quickly. "Some people wanna meet you."
"Who?" she asked at pretty much the exact point I finish my sentence.
"You've never met them before. Just some friends."
"I'm n-not really one for m-m-meeting new p-people."
"Come on, these one's are…nice." I can't really think of much other words to describe my friends that would be child-friendly. She sighs and stands up, setting the sketch pad and pencil on the bed, and walking out behind me into the music room. Where Frank's talking (well, more like shouting and laughing) with Ray and Mikey. "Is she here?" asks Ray. Lyra peeks out behind me, barely over half my height, and waves, slightly.
And then starts all the conversations and greetings and hugs and handshakes and…whatever else.
Mikey is definitely bored out of his fucking mind, he doesn't seem interested in anything. And during all the conversation, Lyra's stammer starts to fade out as she becomes more familiar with everyone. And in the midst of all the conversation, Mikey finally says something, looking at me. "Gee, when will you just fucking give it up?"

Notes

Not very much a twisty ending, but it's something, at least.