They Could Care Less, As Long As Someone Will Bleed

I stared at my brother in awe, jaw dropped. Did he really just say that? Was someone up there telling him I was gonna try soon? Warning him? Warning me? "What happened exactly?" I asked. I needed to know what was going on with this dream. "Well, I kept knocking on your door and yelling for you. You wouldn't answer and I got scared so I burst through your door and....and I saw you...lying on the floor...with a bottle of pills...and...I saw your chest move three times..and then it...stopped. I saw you die Gee...I...i..." He trailed off as his crying started again. I hugged him and held him close, I wanted to tell him I won't leave.
My eyes were opened wide. It was then I realized I couldn't leave him. It would kill him. I held his shoulders and slightly pushed him off me to look into his eyes. "Mikes, I swear I'm not going anywhere okay? I'll be o.." "What the fuck happened to your arm?!" He violently whispered as he noticed blood stains on my sleeve. My eyes widened even more and I stared in horror at his face.
He lifted up my sleeve to reveal my cut covered arm. He gasped and covered his mouth. "Mikey I.." "How long...?" Mikey asked, silent tears running down his face. "Three years..." I said quietly. "I won't tell. I swear. Just please stop Gee. I can't lose you. I love you so much. You're my best friend. Just..don't..." He trailed off again. "I promise Mikes. I'll do my best for you. I love you more kid," I said with a smirk, which cause him to smirk and even let out a chuckle. "It's late, you should get back to bed. See you in the morning Mikes. Love you" I said resting a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight. Love you more big brother," he said with a smile.
After Mikey left, I laid down on my bed and put my hands over my eyes. I realized I can't leave Mikey on his own. He wouldn't be able to handle it. Everythinf now has to be for Mikes. I have to stay strong for him...there's no turning back. I promised him I'd stop...and that means I stop...for Mikey.

i couldn't sleep at all. I kept thinking about Mikey and the dream he had told me about. How would I feel if I saw Mikey take his last breathes? I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind. I couldn't deal with it. Tears started to burn my eyes. "You're weak, pathetic, worthless. Can't even hold back you're own tears faggot" the voices would tell me. I'm not schizophrenic..just sometimes I tell myself things and it seems like other people. My alarm clock took me out of my mental state.
I rubbed my dead eyes and went to my closet. I picked out a Misits tee, some black skinny jeans and boxers and headed to the shower. I needed to feel clean in some way.
I got back to my room and attached my chain onto my pants and headed downstairs with my backpack. I was greeted with a tight hug from Mikey. I hugged back just as tight. I felt his body un-tense with my touch. It made me feel better to know he was okay.
Mikey and I walked to Belleville High within 5 minutes. We lived not too far from the school. I said bye to my brother by the doors. "See you at lunch Mikes," I said with a smile. "Bye Gee. Stay safe," he replied. I braced myself for a day of beatings from Zacky and his gang. And sure enough, once Mikey left, I heard, "Well well, if it isn't the emo faggot."

Notes

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