The Fantasy

Mikey covered his ears as he heard another loud thud coming from Gerard’s room. A scream quickly followed as he began to silently plea that Gerard was ok, that he hadn’t gone too far again. He hated it when he was like this. Come to think of it, ever since the Ryan incident he hated his older brother most of the time.

The house fell silent; the only sound came from the trudging footsteps as he slowly made his way down the stairs, grabbing his coat off the banister as he walked towards the front door and out into the night.He zipped up his coat, digging his hands deep into his pockets as he walked down the road towards the bus stop. A full moon, shone brightly down from the blackened skies, spotlighting him in its beautiful and majestic light as the cold, autumn wind crept around him; engulfing him in its icy touch. He shuddered, clenching his teeth as he wrapped his arms around his body; desperately trying to keep warm.

Mikey walked down the empty street as he headed towards the town. Memories began to conflict with a feeling that constantly dominated his mind. Mikey had almost grown used to this feeling. It was a subtle pulling now, a gentle tug at the back of his mind. Reminding him of what he had done, what he had walked out on.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a hipflask and taking a large swig from it as he tried to blot out the pain, the memories, which seemed to be never ending. The feeling was growing stronger as the fragmented memories of his past grew stronger. Mikey remembered Ryan; more accurately, he remembered the strong feeling of hatred he felt the day he found out his friend was having an affair with his brother. He hated Ryan, he hated both of them. They had broken his family and everything that was important to him. In a way, they had broken him.

They were to blame.

Mikey took one final swig of the liquor before throwing it to the curb; shattering it all over the pavement. Darkness had finally fallen and Mikey had found himself lost amongst the endless rows of houses. He staggered from one side of the road to the next, his vision beginning to blur as the street lights began to flicker, shining down upon his red eyed and tear stained face. He didn’t want to be seen. He just wanted to switch off the pain, the nagging never ending heart ache which tugged away inside his chest.

He reached out and grabbed hold of the railings that surrounded Jobbers Park, its cold touch sending a chill through his body as he looked out into the park. The faint glow of the streetlights flickered in the distance as the park grew still, staring back at Mikey with a menacing stare. He shook his head, trying to silence the frightening images that had suddenly projected inside his head. All those movies about the killer hiding in the dark or in the woods had finally gotten to him. He edged back, his nerves getting the better of him as he felt himself walk into someone.

He spun round, falling against the fence as he tried to see who was behind him. It was Caterina. Her long dark hair fell loosely down the back of her leather jacket, barely covering her as she stood there, shivering in her red dress and long black boots. “Mikey?” She said, her voice growing concerned as a worried look spread across her face. She quickly lent down to help him, wrapping her hands gently round his arm only for him to quickly snatch it away, a sneer forming upon his face. She stepped away, taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Stay away from me” He cried, beckoning at her as he slurred his words; he knew he shouldn’t have drunk this much but he didn’t care anymore. What more could he possibly have to lose?

“It’s ok Mikes, everything is going to be alright” She replied, holding her hand out towards him. Mikey lowered his arm slightly. He felt tears well in his eyes as he stared at Caterina, almost unable to speak. “I’m so sorry, I’m just... I’m... so, sorry” He said, trying to control his voice. He ran a hand through his hair; the feeling had taken over him. Tears rolled from his eyes which had long remained dry and emotionless as he begged for his friend’s forgiveness; clinging to the hem of Caterina’s dress

She sighed; she couldn’t leave him here like this. “It’s ok sweetie, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did everything you could” She said softly, kneeling down in front of Mikey and placing her hands on his shoulders. He looked over her face, placing a hand on her surprisingly warm cheek. They embraced, feeling her warm breath on the nape of his neck. “I’m so glad you came” He cried, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“You’ve had a long night” She replied, still smiling softly at Mikey, hugging him tightly one last time before helping out of the gutter. She led him back to hers, the stench of liquor wafting from his clothes as he struggled to stay upright.

I really hope Gerard hasn’t pushed him over the edge She thought miserably.
*****

She reached her front door, fumbling for her keys in the pocket of her jacket and quickly put them into the door; trying to hold Mikey up as she struggled to turn it in the lock. She glanced behind them, a strange feeling overcoming him as the cold morning breeze blew gently against her face. It was a feeling she had not felt in a long time. It sent a shiver down her spine, frightening her as the feeling of being watched settled on her mind. Caterina shook this off, pushing open the front door and hurried them inside.

“Easy, I think you should sleep now” She replied, catching Mikey as he stumbled over the rug. Caterina let him over to the couch, sitting him down on the brown leather sofa. Mikey sat there for a moment staring vacantly at the cream coloured wall in front of him before bursting into tears. Caterina placed her arms around him, holding his head close to her chest as she tried to calm him down; a lump rising in her throat. She hated seeing him like this. He took a deep breath, wriggling away from her as he wiped his eyes, calming himself down.

“I’m fine.... I’m fine.” He said shakily, his voice choked as he stared at the ceiling. Caterina kept her eyes on him, unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry” he replied sympathetically. Caterina place a hand on his cheek, turning his head to face hers as she locked eyes with him. “You need to tell me what’s happened Mikes, I can’t help you unless you do”

Mikey sighed, rising to his feet and began pacing up and down the room; running his fingers through his hair. “It’s not that simple” He replied, shaking his head as he began to panic. Caterina quickly stood up, her face twisted into a look of confusion, edging closer to Mikey who refused to meet her eye. “Why not? I don’t understand why you won’t tell me”


“Because....”


“Because what?”


“Because its sick”


“I doubt its that bad...”


“It’s Gerard ok, He’s fucking his students... again!” He cried, snapping round to stare into Caterina’s eyes, his words ringing through the air as she stood there, stunned into silence.

Notes

Who is Ryan and what happened that made Mikey hate Gerard? Find out in the next chapter!
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