You're Beautiful To Me.

Mikey's P.O.V.

When the bus stopped, the majority of kids stood up in unison like programmed robots. Not that there was that big of a difference between us and programmed robots. We zippered into the isle and trudged off of the bus like zombies. Having Selena at Bellville High for two days was like being released from prison only to be pulled back in. I never realized how boring and dull my life was before her. I did the same thing every day. I always thought I was happy. I had friends. A brother. Nice parents. Shelter. Food. All the necessities. I guess I just never thought about how restrained I was. But now that I had a taste of Heaven, I wanted to go back. It wasn't fair.
I stepped off the bus and shoved my headphones in my ears, uninviting any conversations for my walk home. Gerard, Frank, and Ray were in front of me in a row, chatting about something that I didn't even want to know about. I turned up my music so that I could block out my own thoughts. On my way home, I fell behind the rest of them a bit. They didn't notice, due to their deep conversation about whatever it was, so instead of turning right at the stop sign like the rest of them, I turned left and into the park. The "park" was really just a big grass field with some trees to block out the street and some rusty, broken playground equipment. When I walked through the gate to the park there were a few stoners on a blanket smoking from a bong. I ignored them and they did the same for me. I walked over to the old swing set, sat down, and began to swing. My feet dragged on the ground as I slightly moved back and fourth. I closed my eyes and swung harder and faster. I finally caught air and was swinging higher than I intended. I felt like a child for the first time in a long time. No responsibilities, no worries, no problems.
I was totally lost in myself with my eyes closed and my heart open, when my phone started buzzing. Shit. I answered it without even looking at who it was. I didn't need to look. I had a pretty good idea.
"H-Hello?" I answered hesitantly.
"Where the fuck are you, dude?" Gerard shouted into the phone.
"I'm sorry. I went to the park. I don't know why. I'm on my way home. I swear." I answered trying to swallow my fear.
"I'm coming to get you. Do you even know what time it is?" He asked more calmly.
"N-No..." I didn't want to know the answer.
"Six, Mikey. It's fucking six. You were gone for three. Fucking. Hours." His voice was firm and steady.
"I'm sorry." I said and hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. I tried to stop it, but a tear leaked down my cheek. As I walked out by the gate, I noticed the stoners were gone and I was alone. More tears stung my face and I wiped them off with my sleeve. I couldn't help it and tears filled my eyes. I tripped over a rock or something and landed on my hip first.
"No!" I started sobbing uncontrollably and pounding my fists on my head. "No! No! No!" A storm came and rain started falling onto the earth. My skin was cold and my clothes were damp. The grass became muddy and damaged. I didn't care and kept rolling around, screaming into the suffocating darkness.
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Gerard's P.O.V.

I looked at my watched and noticed what time it was. I walked over to Mikey's scratched, worn door and knocked on it.
"Hey. Mikey." No answer. "Mikey. Are you taking a shower now or later?" Still nothing. I leaned against the door framed and waited a bit. "Dude, what's wrong?" It didn't take me long after that to realize he wasn't going to answer. I opened the door a crack and then all the way. "Mikey?" He wasn't there. But neither was his school bag, shoes, jacket, or phone. I swiped my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number.
"H-Hello?" He answered on the second ring.
"Where the fuck are you, dude?" I tried to contain my panic.
"I'm sorry. I went to the park. I don't know why. I'm on my way home. I swear." He answered, his voice shaky.
"I'm coming to get you. Do you know what time it is?" I was calm now. I knew he was safe.
"N-No..." I waited a few moments.
"Six, Mikey. It's fucking six. You were gone for three. Fucking. Hours." I tried to keep my voice calm even though I was beyond frustrated.
"I'm sorry." He said and then a click sounded, signaling the end of the call. I walked out of the front door and got into my old, rusty car. My drive was short and silent, other than the taps from the rain on the windshield.
I parked near a sidewalk and got out to go got Mikey. I walked through the gate but didn't see him. "Shit." I muttered to myself. Just when I thought he was gone, I noticed a figure on the ground. I ran over to it, half hoping it was Mikey.
"Mikey?" I heard soft sobs. I got down on my knees next to him, not even caring about the mud that would get on my pants. I flipped him over and he had dirt on his body and his face was blotchy and red.
"Gerard! What's wrong with me?" He screamed.

Notes

Ugh. I pierced my nose and my mom got all pissed at me. #TheStruggleIsReal
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~Onyx