
Spread My Wings And Learn To Fly
Prologue
My fingers shook as I held the gun to my head, hesitating before placing the barrel in my mouth, choked sobs filling my room as I prepared to squeeze the trigger, my heart shattering as I thought of my little brother.
I squeezed my eyes closed and took a deep breath, closing my teeth around the gun, jumping when my bedroom door slammed open, Mikey screaming my name. I dropped the gun, tears streaming down his face as I saw how hurt he was, the tears staining his face, the worry etched in his brow.
"Don't you fucking dare leave me." He sobbed as he kicked the gun out of my reach. "Don't you fucking dare Gerard."
"I'm...I'm sorry Mikes, but.... I have to." I sobbed, refusing to meet his eye.
"No you fucking don't. You don't have to leave me because you are stronger than this and you will keep fighting no matter how weak you think you are because I can't do it without you." Mikey ranted, stepping forwards as a sob broke free, shaking my shoulders as I dropped my head to my knees. "Don't scare me like that again Gee." Mikey begged as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, sinking to the floor with me.
"I miss him Mikey. I really miss him." I sobbed, my eyes stinging as the salty tears poured from them. "Why? Why did he have to leave?" I cried, my head against Mikey's shoulder.
"Because he did Gerard. It was best for him. Remember, Frank's in a better place now." Mikey soothed, his voice low as his head darted up, his eyes wide as he looked at my door. "Frank's safe now, he won't hurt anymore."
"I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and now he's gone and I'm going to be all alone." I whispered, Mikey dragging me to my feet and standing me in front of the window.
"Out there Gerard, there are hundreds of people, people you have yet to meet. There could be someone there that is like Frank, you never know. All you have to do is go out and find them. Yeah, they won't actually be Frank, and you would never want them to be, but you can still find someone and fall in love with them, create a new life. Frank will never leave you, but he won't hold you back." Mikey explained, his arm around my waist as he helped to keep me upright. "Now, I'm going to take this gun, and get the notes off of mom and dad's pillows. When I come back, we are going to put a movie on and we are going to chill out and eat junk food, okay?" I nodded, my eyes stinging as I wiped the back of my hand across them.
I stood in front of the comic book's, my left foot tapping in time with the beat of my music, my headphones jammed so far in my ears they would have to be surgically removed. My eyes ran over the rack a final time before I sighed and stepped back, treading on someone's toes.
I yanked out my headphones and turned around, ready to apologize, my jaw dropping when I saw who stood in front of me. "I'm... uh... I'm sorry." I muttered, my eyes on his hazel orbs, my heart thudding as he looked up at me and pulled out his own headphones.
"Ah shit dude, it was probably my fault. New Deadpool comic." He smiled as he held up the comic in his hands.
"My name's Gerard." I whispered as I held my hand out for him to shake.
"Frank." He replied as he took my hand, shaking it firmly before waving goodbye and walking to the checkout, his eyes lingering on me before he left the shop.
I slid to the floor, my breathing coming in rapid pants as Mikey ran towards me, panic on his face. "What's wrong?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I struggled to form a sentence so I pointed at Frank's receding figure through the window. "It was him wasn't it?" Mikey muttered as he helped me to my feet. I nodded and grabbed his upper arm for support. "Let's get you home." Mikey sighed as he paid for his comic and said goodbye, dragging me to his car.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"For what?" Mikey asked, his eyebrow raised.
"This. You knew didn't you?" I asked. Mikey hesitated before nodding.
"Bill said Frank goes in there every Thursday, I thought seeing him would help, but I guess not." He shrugged as he started the engine and turned on the stereo, Morrissey blasting from the speakers.
Notes
Heya,
Thankyou to all you amazing people who decide to join me on this journey, I hope you enjoy it just as much as the first one!!
~Toxic Rebel
It's fine sorry
7/27/14