Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

The day with Gerard was amazing. And all we did was talk. Gerard had told me things that not even his brother would know about. He told me at the age six, he was too scared to get up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. He told me that the only way to get away from his parents was to stay after school.
Gerard took a sip from his mug, "I told my teacher that I wanted to finish up class work assignments after school. So I had the chance to stay away from home an extra hour or so."
"I'm sorry you had so much shit happen to you."
Gerard shrugged, "It's all over now...kind of." He added, "Because of my parents, I have PTS. It's something that never goes away...so, what's your story? Every therapist seem to think that every disorder or trauma is caused by a past event. What happened that made you talk to your demons?"
I shrugged, "Ever since I was little, I've been hearing things and seeing things...sometimes, the apparitions would get out of hand."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, sometimes I see..." I chuckled a bit, "It's going to sound crazy."
"I've lived my whole life in a mental institution." He giggled, "I've seen a lot of crazy."
I smiled, "Well, sometimes my schizophrenic apparitions get gory. Like, blood...the people are always dressed in a band suit. Their faces are unseen because of black smog. They attack me, tearing apart my skin, ripping it up to shreds."
Gerard placed his mug down, "Wow. What about Ray?"
"Like I said before, he's the only good one." I grabbed Gerard's mug and sipped from it, "Maybe there is something that happened in my past. I don't remember, but maybe my mind blocked it out."
Gerard muttered, "Lucky."

When Mikey came home, it was around 3:30 p.m. Gerard and I were sitting on the couch when he walked in through the door with a box of pizza. Gerard sprung out of the couch and welcomed his brother home while I awkwardly stood there.
During the hour and thirty minutes of Jaws, Gerard grabbed a blanket and covered both of our legs. Halfway through the movie, Gerard laid his head on my shoulder. I smiled a bit as I reached out my hand from under the blanket and held his hand. Gerard had no hesitation to tighten his hand around mine, sending butterflies in my stomach.
There was a cough in the room-Mikey was staring at me.
I tried my best to ignore him, but I can feel his eyes watching my every move. I sat there uncomfortable until his eyes finally left me.
After the movie, Mikey turned on the cable and shut off the VCR. He asked, "Do you guys want to watch the 5 O' clock news with me? You wouldn't believe all the shit that's going on in the world." He chuckled as he switched to channel 39. He kicked up his feet onto the coffee table, "Let's see what kind of shit is happening around-"
"IN BREAKING NEWS," A news anchor woman stood in front of a tall, old building.
Mikey aburplty jumped off the couch, "IS THAT THE MENTAL INSITUTION?" He shouted in surprise.
Gerard choked on his pizza and spat it out.
The anchor woman countinued, "We've received news about two patients who escaped this Mental Instution located a couple miles away from town. Police are investigating this case but need the townspeople's help. The first patient has a severe case is PTSD or post traumatic stress disorder and is considered dangerous. His name is Gerard Arthur Way. He has bright hazel eyes, bright red hair. He is a caucasian male, 5'8 in his height." she added, "The second patient has schizophrenia but isn't considered dangerous based on his records. He is a caucasian male named is Frank Iero, he is 5'6 in height, bright hazel eyes, and raven black hair. If anyone has seen anyone who fits this discritption, please notify the police. I-" she paused, "Hold on, it seems that the police have found an accomplice from the two escaping-" the camera panned out to the front door of the building.
Patrick was in cuffs, being led out of the building by police. His head was hanging low, his hair falling in front.
"Oh, no..." Gerard frowned.
Mikey turned off the TV, "This is bad-really bad. I thought that maybe the police wouldn't-" he stammered, "Gerard-I can't help you anymore."
Gerard shook his head, "Mikey, please. I'm begging you-"
"What could I do? The police are after you-" there was a bang on the front door.
All of us remained quiet, all frozen. All of the six pair of eyes gazed at the door.
"Police, open up!" A strong male voice commanded from the other side.
Mikey panicked as he grabbed a pair of keys from the counter. He tossed them to me, "Go through the back and take my car. Here," he reached inside his pocket and handed me cash, "It's about 200, it isn't much, but it's something."
Gerard grabbed Mikey's shoulder, "No-please-"
Mikey reeled in his brother for a hug-Gerard freaked and pulled back, "S-sorry." He apologized for his disorder.
Mikey smiled a bit, "It's okay." He added, "When you guys drive off, please don't come back."
"But they're going to take you away-"
"I know." Mikey looked at me, "Take care of him."
I nodded and grabbed Gee's hand, "We have to go."
Gee was resisting, but I was able to pull him away from Mikey to the back door. He was crying softly as he jumped inside the passenger seat. I turned on the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. I told Gerard to keep his head low as we passed the police car in the front. I glanced up to find Mikey talking to two policemen. His eyes glanced at me, but then turned his attention back to the police.
This was my life from now on.
A fugitive on the run.

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