Gerard's point of view:
I closed the door of our bedroom and walked downstairs.
"how is he?"my mom asked a look of concern on her face.
"he is sleep."
there were tear trails on her chicks. her makeup was ruined and there was a frown upon her face.
she was scared to death for Mickey , she has always been. she worries for Mickey in a day 3 times the amount she has ever worried about me my whole life. she knows I can handle myself but Mickey is really fragile and breakable and not just physically, he is so sweet and sensitive, so tender and innocent. that's why I have always been trying to protect him, to keep an eye on him. mom isn't the only one who is worried about Mickey. mom is concerned for his health. she wants Mickey to stay in one peace and to be happy and make something out of himself.
I want all those things for him too but I also don't want him to grow up too soon like I was. I want him to stay his innocent sweet self as long as it is possible. it is my main concern. I don't want him to face the harshness of the real world so soon, he is only 15 and he is so sweet, caring and sensitive and I want him to stay that way. I on the other hand was forced to grow up so soon. a child in grown up's world, not a pretty site.
Mickey is the most precious thing I have now and ill protect him no matter what. I'm not afraid to kill or be killed for him and that's exactly what I told that kid-monster who was hurting my baby brother, oh my god it was just such a bad day today. one of the worst days of my life. I was scared shitless when I saw Mickey in that state. I remember it so vividly:
I was walking to my class talking to no one, keeping my eyes straight ahead as always when I heard the sound of something hitting the lockers repeatedly. well some dumbass big guy is hitting the life out of some poor kid. it's an everyday thing. its high school for god's sake, what did you expect? flowers and candies? right. it's the curse of nature and none of my goddamned business so I kept walking.
then, I heard a gasp, an all too familiar gasp and that's when I turned. I could recognize Mickey's gasps anywhere and anytime. it was a sound that was hacked on my soul from all those asthma attacks he had when he was younger. it has become an alarm sound for me. a bomb explosion might not be able to wake me up when I'm asleep but this little sound ... and I'm wide awake and alert.
so I turned around and my eyes confirmed my suspicion. that poor kid getting hit the life out of was Mickey, my Mickey. suddenly I went cold, I froze and my bag pack fell from my hand. the monster that was hitting my baby brother noticed the sound of the bag pack hitting the floor. he stopped and turned to my direction and then he saw me.
he was shocked and scared. he went pale and released Mickey's collar. I still couldn't move. I was paralyzed. we were just staring at each other. that's when Mickey opened his eyes, I was watching him from the corner of my eyes. he blinked a few times and fallowed the kid's gaze and then he saw me. I looked at him.
he looked at me and a tear rolled down his chick. one single tear and that was all I needed. suddenly it all downed on me and I came out of my haze. anger started bursting through my veins. I was on a fury. a pathetic low life was hurting my precious brother and that's when I moved. I started walking towards that big waste of space. I was on autopilot . it felt like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. it was all the hatred and anger taking over and I was seriously considering killing that jerk right then and there.
I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the lockers. I started to kick and punch him. he fell to the floor, hit his head and was out in a matter of seconds. that's when I realized that I didn't need to kill him. I just needed to keep him away from my Mickey. that's when I felt the other two moving. 'seriously?' I pulled out my pocket knife without hesitating.
I was still angry and full of hate and I needed to show them that. I needed to show them that this wasn't a joke, that I wasn't kidding, that I would kill them if this happened again and I wasn't scared to kill or be killed so I looked them in the eye and cut the palm of my other hand with the knife I didn't take my stair away from them the whole time. they needed to know how crazy I was. I needed them to get my massage and they got it, so they took their stuff and started running.
then I turned towards the rat. I wasn't finished with him yet I took out my water and poured it all over his face. he started to come to consciousness. when he was completely conscious he started to stand up. I didn't let him get up. I pushed him to sit on the floor. 'not so soon pumpkinhead, we are not done yet.' he started to beg. it was pathetic. I smiled. 'now that's what I'm talking about.' I kneeled in front of him and leaned in to wisher in his ear. Mickey didn't need to hear this.
"now listen to me you worthless peace of shit and listen carefully. if you touch my brother ever again or go anywhere near him ill make you pay. I see you within 20 feet radius of him and its all it takes for me to..." I dragged my hand across his crotch blocking it from Mickey's view with my body "to rip your pants off your tiny little play thing and rip your ass in two..." I needed my treat to be scary. death treat alone wouldn't do it "and then I'll just rip your head off and feed it to the dogs while your body is burning somewhere in the middle of the desert, even your own mother won't recognize you when I'm done with you. so you better stay away from my brother and save me all the trouble"
then I looked in his eyes to see if he got it. he was paler if that was even possible.
"understood?"
he started nodding.
"can I be sure?"
"y...y..yes"
I caressed his chick with two fingers. hopefully he would get the hint. he flinched. good he got it.
"good boy" I was done now so I stood up. he quickly picked up his stuff and stumbled down the hallway.
that's when I snapped out of it. I ran to Mickey's side.
"are you okay?"
"yes" he smiled which brought a smile of my own to my lips. this was how Mickey was when he smiled you couldn't help but smile. Mickey started to get up but suddenly a pained expression shadowed his features and he let out a hiss 'oh my god he is in pain' so I put my hands around his waist and helped him stand up. I took him to nurse's office where she bandaged his cuts. she told us that luckily there was no broken bones but the damage was still bad and he needed to rest in order to heel.
she gave Mickey permission to leave. I took Mickey home, helped him change gave him some painkillers, tucked him in bed, kissed his chick like when we were younger and I wanted to put him to sleep and then I stayed and watched over him till he fell asleep which brings me to right now.
"Gerard, Gerard,... are you even listening?"
"sorry I zoned out a bit, what did you say?"
I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize my mom was talking to me.
"I said do you think he is going to be okay?"
"of course mom, he is going to be just fine. its Mickey we are talking about. he is strong. hell survive, he always does"
we both knew that she wasn't just talking about cuts and bruises or the physical pain.
"I hope so"
I could still see the worry in her eyes but her expression was more relaxed.
"do you want a cup of coffee?"
"that would be great"