Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

Mikey whimpered, scooting to the other side if the room, his heart pounding in his chest.
"You should know by now, Michael, not to touch my things." The voice taunted and the way he wore Gerard's body ((By far the weirdest sentence ever)) sent shivers down his spine. This was so wrong.
"I-I-" Mikey gasped, his voice sticking in his throat.
"Oh, Mikey." He tsked, Gerard's lifeless band pawing Mikey's face. "You did. You will pay."
"But I...! He's my brother!" Silent tears were running down Mikey's face in waves of pure sadness.
"Oh, Mikes." He smiled a sickening smile and Mikey felt sick to his stomach as he drew his knees up to his chest, praying this was all but a dream. "So naive." He chuckled, throwing Gerard's playfulness and kindness out the window as soon as he entered his body. Mikey felt like he might throw up. This wasn't real...couldn't be.
"Michael, this is what you get for being so damn coincided - thinking you could protect Gerard forever, oh, it's laughable." He smirked, as if to prove his point. "Gerard is mine." He sneered and Mikey's chest was heaving with the lack of breath his body was allowing into his lungs.
"N-No, please.." Mikey whimpered, hanging his head in defeat as more tears ran down his face.
"Oh, no, of course not, Michael. Gerard will do that." He smirked and Mikey hugged his knees tighter. He knew this would happen...he could've prevented this. God, he was the worse brother in the world.
"Mikey, therapy, yeah?" Gerard called and Mikey froze at his brothers voice.
"Mikey?" He asked gently and Mikey took a big breath. "He" was gone. For now.
"Y-yeah." Mikey smiled weakly, standing up and holding onto the dresser tightly. "Sorry."
"You okay, Mikey? I can walk, I mean, I gave Frankie." He smiled hugely and that wiped away all of Mikey's fears. Gerard was hear with him. He was okay. He was getting better.
"Oh, Gee." Mikey whispered, wrapping his arms around Gerard. Don't leave me. Please." He bit his lip and surprisingly, Gerard hugged him back. Normally, his brother would flinch away. A step closer to improvement.
"Never, Mikes. You're my little brother. I promised moma." Gerard's voice wavered slightly at the mention of his mother and Mikey nodded.
"Thanks Gee." Mikey breathed and in a way it was both from Mikey and the brothers' mother. The last words Donna Way had spoken to Gerard was the day before her death, while she was still clinging onto life. She griped her oldest son's hand with all she had, which wasn't a lot, and murmured, "Take care of Mikey" in a breathy whisper.

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