Bright Lights Cast A Shadow

It was completely quiet.
No, really, not a single little sound was dirsturbing the peaceful silence. Mikey felt like he was floating, so light, not one heavy thought weighing him down. He didn't feel anything at all, in the most positive way. His eyes were closed, the lids felt heavy, still Mikey had the feeling that he was missing something important.
Trying to open his eyes, he realised that it was too strenous, he couldn't move a muscle. It wasn't uncomfortable, though. He didn't remember where he was or what had happened, but he felt nothing but indifference.
For the First time in a really long while there was no pain or depression. He was just floating in the darkness, enjoying the quiet and solitude. Well, that was a first, too. He would usually resent the silence and loneliness. And he also hadn't enjoyed anything in a while.
Something was very odd about this situation but he just couldn't pinpoint what exactly. It didn't matter much, anyway. All in all it was a pleasant feeling. Time didn't seem to exist. Pain and sorrow also appeared to be far, far away. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he hated himself but right now in this moment he couldn't find a reason for it and he didn't really agree with hinself on it.
What was so bad about him? He didn't know the answer to that. A sudden, loud banging noise startled him in his peaceful state. It sounded like someone was repeatedly banging against a door.
Then he could hear a voice. It sounded familiar but he couldn't allocate it to a person. He couldn't make out what the person was saying, or more like screaming, because it sounded muffled and a bit slurred, but it was definitely frantic and horror-stricken.
The pounding and screaming continued for a moment, until there was a deafening crash. Then he could hear hurried footsteps coming closer. Mikey wondered, who dared to disturbed him, but he was still unable to move or even open his eyes. He began to feel uneasy, there was someone close to him and he didn't know who it was and what they wanted. He could hear the footsteps stop and then a loud gasp echoed through the room. It sounded pretty desperate and was followed by heart-wrenching sobbing.
Then, the dialing of a phone could be heared and a trembling voice was shouting for an ambulance to come quickly.
This time, Mikey recognized the voice. Gerard was here and he had found him in the bathtub, arms slit open and blood everywhere. He remembered now, that he had tried to kill himself. And with this realisation, he finally regained control over his body.
Opening his eyes, however, he wasn't greeted with a view that he was expecting. Instead, he found himself literally floating mid-air, looking down on his own, seemingly lifeless body. Beside the bathtub, that was now filled with crimson liquid instead of the clear water it had been befor, knelt his older brother Gerard. He looked a mess, sobbing and pulling at his own hair in desperation.
For a moment, Mikey was transfixed, he could do nothing but stare.
Coming back to his senses, he wondered what the fuck was going on. Was he dead? A spirit, or ghost? Or was he about to go to either heaven or hell? Was he still alive and having an extremely odd out of body experience? He had no clue, so he tried to reach out to Gerard but his hand brushed right through him, while he was still sobbing, repeating 'why, Mikey, why?' like a mantra that was keeping him sane.
He was bending over Mikey now, checking for a pulse and breathing. It was very weak and shallow, but it showed that Mikey was still alive.
Mikey cursed loudly, Gerard couldn't hear him, though. He was really just like a ghost, with the difference that he wasn't dead. But he had wanted to be dead so badly. He didn't want to have to bear the hardship and pain that life provides, anymore. He hadn't succeeded yet, but it was obvious from his point of view that he could only barely be hanging on to life.
He was hoping and praying that there would be no chance to save his life, that the paramedics would come too late or be unable to help because the damage he'd done to himself was too severe. The only wish he had left was to finally die now, even though seeing Gerard in this state broke his heart. He loved his brother, after all. Mikey didn't want to leave him and he knew that killing himself was a selfish decision towards his brother, but he just couldn't deal with this life anymore and Gerard would be alright. He'd get over it, of that Mikey was sure, because Gee didn't really need him.
There was suddenly yelling and several hasty footsteps to be heared and a group of paramedics appeared in the doorway, with serious expressions, as they hurried towards Mikey immediately.

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