You're Beautiful To Me.

Mikey's P.O.V.

I picked her passed-out body up and out of the car. A recent memory came to mind while I was carrying her. A memory of the last time I carried her somewhere. To the office to call an ambulance. Only this time, things were more peaceful. I pushed the memory to the back of my head and continued to carry her to the door. I knocked, resting her legs on my knee. Her Aunt opened the door.
"She, uh. Got a bit of alcohol into her system." I said.
"Oh my... Okay, well you can bring her to her room and rest her on her bed." She replied. I did so and was about to leave, when her Aunt started to talk again.
"Would you like to stay for some tea?" She asked with a smile.
"Oh, thanks for the offer, but I need to get home. Thank you though. I said back heading for the door. She waved and I walked out to my car. The stars and the moon shined in my face like a night light. I opened the door to my car, taking one last breath of the fresh winter air, and climbing in. I could barely see anything due to darkness, but I pulled onto the highway anyways.
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Gerard's P.O.V.

I woke up in Frank's arms. I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket and checked the time. 12:47. I sighed and shook Frank.
"I gotta go home, Frank..." I said, my eyes closed.
"Noooo..." He whined. "Just spend the night." His voice was full of sleep, and I could tell he was hardly awake. I grunted in agreement and he turned his body to face me. My lips met his forehead and I curled up next next to him, my head on his chest. Sleep forced my eyelids over my eyes and I was about to drift into dreams, when suddenly I was more awake than I had been in days. I opened my eyes and stared at the blank ceiling, letting my eyes form the meaningless blobs into mindless shapes. I turned my focus to Frank's breathing. It was rhythmic and steady. Before I knew it, my own breathing became in sync with his. I closed my eyes and began to whisper to myself. That's how I used to get to sleep as a little kid. I would think of stupid phrases and try to put a melody to them. Whenever it didn't work, I would go to Mom and she would help me. It always worked and within minuets, I was sleeping like the baby I was. All of my emotions were flooding my brain, so I decided I was going to put those emotions in words, and to a melody.
"Some say now suffer all the children..... Walk away a savior, or a mad man and polluted, from gutter institutions..." The whispers filled the room. "Don't you breath for me. Undeserving of your sympathy. Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did." I took a deep breath and turned my head to look at Frank. His black, greasy hair fell in front of his face and his mouth draped open, sucking in air then letting it spill out. "And through it all, how could you cry for me?" Tears pricked at my eyes with the thought of my child hood. "Cause I don't feel bad about it. Just shut your eyes. Kiss me goodbye," I let them roll down my face and I closed my eyes as hard as I could. "And sleep." I let out a shaky breath and slipped into sleeps grasp.
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"Mommy come play!" The little boy chanted to his mother. "I'll be there in a second, sweetie." Her smile warmed the boys heart. There was nothing he loved more than seeing his beautiful, young mother, in her sundress, smiling on a warm summer day. "Can I play with you?" A younger voice came from behind the boy. The boy turned to see his brother. "Sure." His brothers eyes lit up and a big grin appeared on his face. They played until the sunset arrived, at which point it was time to leave the local park. They chased the dog, played with action figures, and laughed with each other. The boy could see his brothers face in vivid detail. Every line in his hair, every ray of sun bouncing off his young face. That image was soon shattered...

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I woke up to the nagging sound of my phone ringing. Frank moaned and flipped on his side. It was still dark outside, so I knew it hadn't been long since when I fell asleep. I picked it up and it displayed a series of numbers. I was to tire to check who it was so I just answered it.
"Hello?"

Notes

Okay so I want you guys to know that the next chapter is going to be extremely sad, and possibly triggering. It is coming to an end, so I want you to know ahead of time, there is probably only, five, maybe six chapters left. Also remember that it is marked as a tragedy, and I intend to stick with that.

~Onyx