You're Beautiful To Me.

Mikey's P.O.V.

The bottle was cold in my hand. I opened the twist-off lid and dropped it somewhere on the bed. There were about forty from the original fifty pills. I didn't know what they were, but I did know that they were my moms. The doctor had prescribed them for her back. He warned her not to take more than three a day. They were sure to do the trick. I poured most of them in my hand, some spilling out of my hand and onto the bed. My mouth was dry and I had no water, but it didn't really matter. I shoved the handful of pills in my mouth and swallowed multiple times. Eventually I got them all down and got out a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote letters to everyone I cared about. Gerard, mom and dad, Selena, Frank, and Ray. Gerard's being the biggest. I took all the pieces of paper and neatly put them in an envelope. I giggled to myself as I walked around my room. I looked out of my window and saw the moon one last time. This is it.
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Gerard's P.O.V.

I was getting hungry so I thought I would order a pizza. Mom had left money for food like she did every night. I looked at the clock. 7:00. It had been an hour since that thing with Mikey happened. I walked outside of my room and across the hall. I yelled through the familiar door.
"Hey, I'm gonna order a pizza. That cool with you?" Nothing. I sighed. "Alright, cool." I yelled again. I didn't bother to even go into his room again. I had enough emotional stress seeing him "reading" the first time. I didn't quite want to see it again. I dialed the phone number for Pete's Pizza and waited for them to pick up.
"Hello, this is Pete's Pizza." The boy on the other end said.
"Hey, yeah, I need two large pepperonis." I said.
"Delivery or pick-up?" I thought for a bit.
"Delivery." I finally said. I put my phone between my shoulder and ear, and messed with something on the counter.
"Fourteen ninety-five." The boy told me.
"Yeah. Thanks." I said as I hung up. I walked over to Mikey's room, to go tell him a second time.
"Hey Mikes." I said. I opened the door, but he wasn't on his bed. He was on the floor. Not moving. My eyes darted around the room and fell upon an empty bottle. No. I rushed to Mikey and fell next to him. My eyes broke like dams and tears fell from my face. "NO!" I screamed at him. I whipped out my phone and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The operator asked, calm as can be.
"My brother! He... He tried to kill himself! Get an ambulance here! quick, please hurry!" I screamed into the phone.
"Okay, sir. The ambulance is on its way."
"Oh my god! Please! Hurry!" I yelled.
"Okay, sir. Please stay calm. They're on their way." She said in a monotone voice. I wonder how many broken hearts had yelled the same thing over the phone to her. How many lives she never saved. How many ambulances had arrived to late.
"How can I be fucking CALM when my fucking BROTHER is dying?!" I screamed back at her.
"I understand, sir. Now, I need you to tell me what happened." Understand? How could she possibly understand? Did she understand that I could have saved him if I had gone into his room earlier? That if I had said something about the cuts, I could have stopped him? Did she really understand? How could she, possibly.
"I walked into his room and he was just lying there on the floor. I don't know if he's dead or not. I just... Oh God help!" I cried. A few seconds later the door busted open and sirens were blazing. The rest was a blur. Men were rushing in with a gurney and strapping him to it. I stood on the side while the medic people were yelling and checking things. I rode with them to the hospital. Before we left i made sure to grab my phone to call everyone. I decided not to tell mom or dad because they would just needlessly freak out. We really didn't need that right now. I picked up my phone and dialed mom's number.
"Hey hun." She said in her busy work voice.
"Hey. Mikey and I are going to spend the night at Frank's tonight." I lied.
"Okay. Make sure you don't do any drugs." She said in a joking voice.
"Aw man. Okay. Well I got to go now." I said.
"Alright, sweetie. Have fun." She said as I hung up. Then I dialed the newest number in my phone. Selena's. The phone rang but eventually went to voice-mail. I didn't feel like leaving a message, so I just hung up.
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Mikey's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes and a feeling of guilt and regret hit me like a punch in the face.
"No. No, no, no. NO! This can't be real!" I raised my arms to look at them. To judge if they were real. Gerard heard my first word and automatically turned around.
"You're awake! Mikey, my god!" He tried to hold back tears.
"No, I don't want to be alive!" Wires were running from my arms to different machines. Suddenly a realization came over me. "Oh my god. Did you tell mom and dad? They're going to kill me!" He looked at me, shook his head, and swallowed.
"No. No, I didn't tell them." He didn't look at me. "I told them we were at Frank's tonight." I told him.
"DID YOU TELL SELENA?" I shouted, a concerned feeling in my gut.
"I tried. She didn't answer." I let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't tell her. Please. She'll freak out." He looked me in the eye. One of his arms tucked under the other, his hand balled up by his mouth. He was pacing the floor and watching me. He was confused. But I knew everything.

Notes

This one was originally going to be about drugs and Gerard taking meth, but I decided to switch gears. Comment, rate & subscribe! Enjoy!

~Onyx