Don't tell mom

The effects of the drug were exhausted and out of his system as a pair of emerald eyes stared at the same door frame for the past ten minutes. He sat on the bed shirtless, goose-bumps plaqued his skin as confusion flowed through him. The confusion only provoked the fear that was brewing inside of the teenager. Mikey wasn't the same anymore. It wasn't like anything was the same anymore. Why didn't Gerard feel anything when he watched Frank stab him in the back with Colin. Gerard was only annoyed at the situation and the wet noises were bees buzzing in his head. He was emotionless, he was only annoyed as he made his way up here.

It was only an hour ago that Gerard's life changed too. His baby brother's innocence was tainted with destruction. Why would Mikey even do that to himself, he was beautiful. Any one would be lucky to have him, and that was the reason why Gerard couldn't have Ray in the picture- but that only hurt Mikey. It seemed that whatever Gerard did he hurt Mikey. Was he really the reason why Mikey did this to himself? The thought drove needles in his eyes and hot tears drained from him. His cries were silent and he could only sit there frozen. Staring at the same place, where Mikey walked out. But a new figure walked in.

"There you are." A voice slurred and was interrupted by hiccups.

"Frank?" Gerard called, his pale arms wiped his eyes and he could clearly see the five foot figure leaning on the door frame. "What's up?" he asked.

"Ah, you know. Drinking the drugs." Frank slurred again, Gerard could only feel emotionless again.

"Frank you're drunk." He said simply

"No I'm not. I just have to tinkle." The smaller boy said with an offended tone. Frank's steps were wobbly as he tried to make his way to Gerard but Gerard only had to catch him half way.

"C'mon Frank." Gerard sighed. "Let's get you home."

"Okay." Frank smiled, pulling Gerard close to him.

"Alone." Gerard said seriously as he looked at a offended and highly drunk Frank.

"Bitch.." Frank cursed under his breath as he walked past Gerard, only to stumble after four steps. But once again Gerard was there to catch him. He carried Frank by his side as the two walked through the crowded house. He couldn't even keep track of how many times he had to ask people to stop making out and get out of the way. But luckly he could count the amount of times Frank had to stop and puke which was a whopping three times. Not bad for Frank, his size can't handle that much alcohol.

Lucky for them Frank's parents were gone too so he could get the juice bag to bed without any explaining to do. Frank gave up on trying to get Gerard to stay and decided to just pass out on his bed. Before leaving Gerard looked back on Frank, he felt safe enough to leave him when he saw Frank sleeping on his stomach. Gerard was silent as he turned the lights off and left the house. He just wanted to get home and sleep himself.

The house was empty and dark, not to mention silent. Gerard wasn't fully lucid as he found himself climbing up a pair of stairs, and his figure outside Mikey's door. HIs hand made his way to the door but froze. Maybe Gerard shouldn't bother Mikey, he was probably having enough issues already plus he was drunk. So Gerard stopped himself from knocking on the door and made his way to his own room where he fell into a deep heavy sleep.

Notes

I don't feel good, relationship problems and ugh I feel like poop but it made my day when I was told my writing was the best they've read