You're Beautiful To Me.

Gerard's P.O.V.

We rode home in silence. Mikey just stared out of the window and didn't say a word. When we got home he stumbled to his room and locked himself in. I was still in the car trying to comprehend what had happened. I flipped open the vanity mirror and fingered the half bloody mark going from my cheek to my chin. He must have gotten me in the midst of his freaking out. Unintentional, of course... I hit the mirror upwards in an attempt to close it, when a small, black rectangle caught my eye. I grabbed Mikey's phone and studied it for a few moments. Craning my neck to see the front door, I unlocked his phone. No password. Of course. It made a click noise when it unlocked at it was stuck on the home screen. I went into the contacts app. I noticed a few contacts. Mine, Frank's, Ray's, some of his other of his friends. Then I found the one I was looking for. Hesitantly, I clicked on the contact with the same 'Sel <3' and held it up to my ear after a few moments of staring at it.
"Mikey?" She answered sounding excited.
"Uh. Actually it's... Uh... It's Gerard." I said. I didn't want to tell her anything.
"Oh....." She said as silence fell upon the phone line.
"Uh... Yeah. Um. I'm actually calling about Mikey." She was silent for a few moments and then spoke up.
"Um... Well... Then, what about Mikey?" She cleared her throat.
"Well... I heard about you two. And um..." I said before but before I could finish, she spoke up.
"Look, if you're going to try to break us up or hit on me, then just hang up now. I don't want to hear it. Especially not from his brother." She made it ten times more awkward than it needed to be.
"No! What? ...no, no!" I protested. "Jesus, Selena! I have morals you know." I saw my face looking disgusted in the mirror. "No. I need to warn you about some things... Tell you how to handle others." I said, more calmly this time.
"Yeah, like what?" She said accusingly.
"He has anger issues first of all. And sometimes he has seizures." She was silent. I took a deep breath. "Our mom was on drugs when she was pregnant with him. Anyways... If he has a seizure, you call an ambulance. Not me. I'm not a medically trained professional. But if he's having like, emotional issues, call me. I'm pretty much the only one who can calm him down. Got it?" I exhaled slowly through my nose.
"Okay... Yeah, got it. Thanks for the information." She said back "I need to go now. Um... Tell Mikey 'hi' for me." She said quickly.
"Yeha, okay. Bye." I hung up and laid my head on the headrest.
I finally got out of my car and walked inside. Mom and dad weren't home and probably wouldn't be for a while. I walked over to Mikey's room and knocked on the door.
"What" He said, more of a statement than a question.
"Hey, you left your phone in the car." I told him. I opened the door a crack and he was sitting on his bed with a book. I tossed it to him and couldn't help but notice the deep red lines on his wrist. He shook his arm, causing his sleeve to go down to his hand.
"Thanks." He stared at me. I backed out of his room., closing the door behind me.
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Mikey's P.O.V.

I walked into my room and tears started flooding my eyes again. As I blinked, they rushed off my face and onto the carpet. I ran over to my desk drawer and pulled out my old razor. I hadn't used it since last month. But it was time. I sat down on my bed and dragged it across my skin. I did this for a solid four minuets before I heard Gerard walking down the hall and quickly pulled up my sleeve, blood and all. I grabbed my book and pretended to read. He knocked.
"What" I said, my voice shaky.
"Hey, you left your phone in the car." He said. I flinched as he opened the door and stepped in. He threw the phone at me and it landed on my lap. I went to grab it and saw his eyebrows move down and the corners of his mouth turn to a frown. I knew he saw them. I quickly covered my wrist with my sleeve and went back to "reading".
"Thanks." I said as he walked out. I stared at the twelve cuts on my left wrist and then turned my attention to my bedside table. I picked up a small bottle of pills and stared at them. Maybe it was time.

Notes

Well. There's that thing with Mikey. Comment, rate & subscribe! Enjoy!

~Onyx