Cemetery Drive

"Gerard, just tell me!" Mikey raised his voice, pulling Gerard out of his thoughts.
"It's not exactly that easy, Mikes. I want to tell you, I really do. But I just- I can't okay," Gerard rubbed his hand over his forehead, trying to stop the headache he had from getting worse.
"No no no! That's not good enough, Gerard! It wasn't so difficult to leave so why is it so difficult to tell me why? Why weren't you there when I needed you most? Why weren't you there, Gee? Why? I needed you so damn badly and I had no one to turn to, you were supposed to be there for me and you were gone and you didn't even say goodbye? You just left me, Gerard.." Mikey's voice trailed off into nothing. Gerard looked at his younger brother, who was looking back at him, tears welling in his eyes. Gerard reached his hand out to touch his brother's shoulder.
"Mikey.." he said, his voice barely a whisper. Mikey pulled away from his older brother and shook his head.
"No.." he whimpered and lowered his head into his hands. Gerard heard his brother let out small sniffs before he realised Mikey was crying. Gerard pulled his brother into his arms and hugged him tightly, letting Mikey cry into his t-shirt.
"Please, Gee" Mikey begged, his voice sounding small and weak. Gerard brushed his hand through Mikey's hair as he spoke.
"It wasn't you, Mikey. I promise, you're the reason why I found it so damn hard to leave. I couldn't sleep for weeks after I went because I felt so guilty for leaving you, I felt alone knowing you weren't near me." Gerard gulped harshly, trying not cry as he carried on.
"They made me leave. Mum and dad, they didn't want me around them or you. They just wanted me out and away," Gerard lowered his voice to barely a whisper.
"They told me I wasn't their son, I wasn't your brother. I was a disgrace to the family and they wanted nothing to do with me... they disowned me..." Gerard squeezed his eyes shut, still trying not to cry. He stopped talking for a minute and tried to calm himself down.
"W-Why?" Mikey asked quietly. Gerard sighed before answering his brother.
"I wanted to do art.. I wanted to drop out of college to be in a band. They didn't want me to be creative, to do art. They tried so hard to make me do business studies, but I refused... they didn't like it," Mikey moved away from his brother's chest and looked up at him.
"That can't be the only reason?" his bloodshot eyes stared into Gerard's.
"There are other reasons, but they're difficult to explain, and even more difficult to understand" Gerard sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"Tell me? I'll try to understand.." Mikey carried on staring at his brother, who sighed and carried on talking.
"We argued a lot, me, mum and dad. It was like we were constantly at war, they were constantly grounded me and not telling me why. They never supported me, and well, I don't know really, it just got too much one day and I-um, I took all the anger that had built up inside out on myself.." Gerard tugged his t-shirt up a bit to reveal small scars on his chest and stomach. He heard his younger gasp quietly and stare at the scars.
"I started to get high with some mates from college a lot, it made me forget about the shit at home I guess. But mum and dad caught me doing it in my room, and they flipped..." Gerard lowered his gaze to his hands, which were awkwardly placed on his lap.
"Then I told them something, which was really what pushed them to kicking me out," Gerard felt his pulse rate speed up and his heart thump furiously in his chest. His palms started to get sweaty as he realised he shouldn't have mentioned that part.
"W-What did you tell them?" Mikey gave Gerard and concerned look. Gerard shook his head.
"N-No. No, it doesn't matter, I shouldn't have said that part," Gerard started to stand up but Mikey pulled him back onto the chair.
"Gee, tell me," Mikey said sternly, trying as hard as he could to get every bit of information out of his brother.
"I t-told them t-that, ugh, just- uh," Gerard took a sharp breath in.
"I came out to them" Gerard whimpered, and tried his hardest not to look at his brother.
"Y-You told them you're g-gay?" Gerard nodded and took a deep breath in, steadying his heart rate.
"And they told me to leave, they just wanted me out..." Mikey frowned.
"T-That's it? That's the main reason they wanted you out?" Gerard nodded again and forced himself to look at his younger brother.
"I'm so sorry Mikey," Gerard felt tears sting his eyes.
"Why the hell are you apologising, Gee?" Mikey pulled his brother into a tight hug, just like Gerard had done to him.
"T-They told me I was broken, they said there was something wrong with me, I was disgusting, they said I wasn't their son" Gerard whispered in between sniffs.
"You're not broken or disgusting, there's nothing wrong with you, Gee.. you may not be their son, but you'll always be my brother," Mikey reassured his brother.
"Thank you, Mikey," Gerard hugged his younger brother back, suddenly feeling a huge weight lift off his shoulders. He realised there were no more secrets. He had told his brother everything. It was all out and now there was nothing else to hide. Apart from the fact he's falling for a student, who is also one of Mikey's friends.

~Few days later~

Frank wandered through the empty corridors, he was already late for third lesson, might as well not even turn up. It was only art, anyway. Frank sighed.
"Frank?" he heard a voice behind him. He jumped at the sound and turned around to find his art teacher standing there.
"Uh," Frank stared at his teacher, suddenly realising he was skipping his lesson.
"Why aren't you in lesson?" Gerard frowned at his student and looked at his watch.
"You've missed almost half the lesson," he started to walk towards Frank, who slowly backed away from the teacher.
"Frank are you okay?" he gave his student a concerned look when he noticed dark bags under Frank's eyes. He obviously hadn't slept in a few days.
"Frank?" Gerard stepped closer to him, carefully closing the distance between them.
"What's wrong?" the student blinked up at him, unsure of what to say. The student gulped and shook his head, looking down at his arms. Gerard followed his gaze and gently grabbed Frank's arm. The student didn't flinch or even try to pull away Gerard's grip. The teacher slowly rolled Frank's sleeve up.
"Oh Frank," Gerard whispered and looked at Frank, who was trying as hard as he could to not cry. Gerard felt a sickening feeling rise in his stomach. Knowing Frank did this to himself broke Gerard's heart. He hated knowing Frank felt so bad that he thought this was the way to get it out. Frank pulled his arm out of Gerard's grip and tugged his sleeve back down.
"You don't understand," he mumbled and pushed past Gerard.
"Where are you going?" Gerard followed the student and soon realised he was heading towards the front gates.
"You can't just leave when you feel like it, Frank," Gerard grabbed Frank's shoulder and swung him round to face him.
"Get to class" he ordered the student. He felt anger and almost a hurt feeling rising in his chest.
"No," Frank pulled away and turned around again.
"Frank, i'm not asking you i'm fucking ordering you to get back to class or I will give you an after school detention!" he shouted at the student, who stopped in his tracks.
"Fine, give me a fucking detention, see if I give a damn when i'm in my grave!" Frank screamed and sprinted off. Gerard's anger washed away and a cold chill ran through his body. Fuck, no. Frank couldn't be serious about that? Surly he wasn't going to even attempt to kill himself, was he?....Was he?

Notes

I dunno, sorry. Next chapter will explain what's wrong with Frank. But yeah, sorry if there are mistakes, i'll fix 'em tomorrow... but I hope this update is decent enough for y'all.
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