I hit him, my baby brother.. I'm his older brother and I should be looking after him, but I couldn't even do that. I couldn't protect him, I punched him, hurt him. And I'm not the one who's fixing him, Ray is.
How can he do that, take away my baby brother and act like he's his role model. He's not, I am. I'm his brother, not him. Not Ray.


The whole house was quiet, mom and dad were out. Mikey was gone, even Frank wasn't here. To be honest, it felt weird having the house to myself. Someone was always here with me but now I was alone, I didn't even know how to entertain myself leading my to do anything to keep my mind from frying.



My fingers twirled around my black locks as it felt on my face, my body hanging upside down from my bed. Not even phased that half my blood was rushed to my head.

Once that wasn't enough I just watched my drool fall from my mouth, amazed as how slow it's actually dropping. My body still as if I were dead, all until my eyes landing on the clock. Jolting off my bed when I realized how late it was, regretting it as my nose burned from the saliva that now seeped into it.

Cursing to my stupidity, I figured Mikey would be back soon. So I made my way to his room, the only way I could think if getting him to talk to me. He seriously must be ticked at me, but I don't blame him. I fucking punched him for gods sake. But I could always apologize.
It only took another hour before I heard the door open, light foot steps coming up the stairs. My body

growing tense as they got louder, preparing myself for the moment to come.

"Mikey-" I called out, watching the shocked expression on his face before slamming the door shut.
He's still mad at me. Of course he is, I'm a fucking dick. I wouldn't want to face me either, I'm a monster..

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I only woke up with the same anger from yesterday, but this time it wasn't towards me. It was wrath for someone else, and I couldn't control it anymore.


Mikey was gone by the time I left for school probably with him. How can he do that, he's my brother.
Mine.


"Gerard, are you okay?" The small figure asked.

"I'm fine, Frank." I growled. Throwing books in my locker before shutting it.

"No you're not, dude where's my best friend because he's not here." He said, his eyes never leaving me.

"Frank I'm fucking fine!" I yelled, heads turning towards me as I played out a scene. Frank sharing the same shocked eyes as everyone else.

"What the fuck ever." He cursed before storming off. Me doing the same thing, turning a corner when I found him.

Notes

Hey I updated, yay. But what other story of mine should I update, idk which ones to carry on but I chopped all my hair off and now I look like the people I always draw but yeah, enjoy.

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