~~~Mikey's POV~~~

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around at my sobbing family. My big brother looked depressed, pale and thin. He'd come down from college to see me? My Father looked disappointed and my Mother couldn't stop crying. I coughed a little and Gerard ran to my side.
"MIKEY!"
I looked up at him blankly.
"What happened?"
My Mother stepped forward, her face blank.
"You shot yourself..."
"Why?"
"In your letter you said that life was 'just a bag of shit' and 'I'll be the next Morrissey.'
I blinked and everything started coming back to myself.
"Michael.. This is the fourth time.. You need help."
"You mean you're gonna send me to the insane asylum because you hate me."
"No Mikey.. Mom and Dad want you to get better.. We're terrified one day you won't wake up.. I don't want to lose my baby brother.. Please go willingly.. I don't want them to hurt you."
I teared up as I listened to Gerard. He did really care about me.
"I-I'll go for you..."

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I settled down into my room and looked around, wincing softly at the pain in my chest. Gerard put my clothes in the wardrobe before turning to me.
"I'll come visit once a month. I swear."
He pulled me into the tightest hug I'd ever had from him. I broke down and sobbed into his jacket. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to stay with Gerard.
"T-Take me with you."
"I can't Mikes.. You need to stay here and get better."
He looked round as the door opened. I peeked under his arm at the boy with an afro. He was about my own age.
"I'm guessing this is your room mate, Mikes. I have to go, catch the next plane back to Los Angeles. I love you, alright?"
I nodded and kissed his cheek as he left. The boy stuck his hand out. I glared at him.
"I'm not here to make friends. I'm here for my brother."
I spat the words out before slinking to my bed, curling up under the duvet. I sobbed into the Build-a-Bear my brother had got me and fell asleep.

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