Just a Shadow In The Night (Mikey Way/OC)

After an evening of watching various reality TV shows, we decided it was time to go to sleep. Gerard ended up convincing Mikey to let me sleep on the floor, and that’s exactly where I was going.

“C’mon” Mikey said, gesturing for me to take his hand. It felt as if he was my father, leading me to bed. I gently placed my hand in his, and he helped me stand up.

I followed him through a long, dark hallway until we reached what I could only guess was Mikey’s room. He opened the door and moonlight spilled into the room through the fairly large window on the far side. He flicked on the light and my eyes took a couple seconds to adjust.

I stood beside the doorframe, looking around. There were posters ranging from The Smashing Pumpkins, to Radiohead and to Blur. The room was fairly large and painted a light grey. There was a bass guitar hanging on the wall. The stain on the fret board was worn off and the strings were starting to rust from use but the bass itself was still shiny.

“Nice bass, isn’t it?” Gerard asked as he stood in the doorway, holding a couple of couch cushions.

“Yeah, it looks like it’s been played often” I noted, taking the cushions from Gerard and handing them to Mikey.

“I try to play it as often as I can.” Mikey said smiling. He arranged the couch cushions beside his bed. He grabbed a spare bed sheet and placed it on the 3 large cushions, forming a bed-like shape. I stood there, watching and feeling rather useless as Gerard gathered up some spare pillows and placed them on the bed.

Once the ‘bed’ was done, it looked comfortable. I felt an overwhelming urge to sleep. My anemia got the best of me today, seeing as I didn’t have my pills on me. I’m curious to see what tomorrow brings.


“Ta-daaa!” Gerard exclaimed, gesturing towards the bed. I sat down on top of the blue comforter.

“It’s lovely, thanks guys.” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest. They smiled in response and Gerard patted my head. He leant down so that we were face to face. He leaned towards my ear.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just come find me. I’ll be in the kitchen or in my bedroom.” He whispered. He stood back up and I turned to look at Mikey. Mikey’s facial expression was an off mix of curiosity and anger. He glanced at me, and wiped the look right off of his face.

“Goodnight, Mikey! Goodnight, Emilia!” Gerard said cheerfully.

“Goodnight, Gerard” I replied cautiously, afraid that Mikey would be angry if I was too enthusiastic.
“Goodnight.” Mikey said, through gritted teeth. Gerard gave me a small smile, accompanied by a sympathetic look before leaving the room.

As soon as Gerard left, Mikey closed the door behind him. This made me a little bit nervous, but I was doubtful that he’d do anything. He turned and faced me, shaking his head slightly.

“What am I going to do with you?” He sighed, sounding more exhausted than angry. I kept my knees to my chest, and I looked up at him. He towered over me from this angle, but come to think of it, he always towered over me. He was still looking at me but he sighed loudly and turned off the light.

“Go to bed” He ordered in an exasperated tone. I didn’t have any trouble following his orders. As I got under the covers and got comfortable, my fatigue wasn’t as high as before. My mind started racing with questions. “What’s going to happen tomorrow?” “Is he planning on hurting me again?” “Am I going to see Ray or Bob again?” “Is anybody feeding Tulla?” “Will I ever leave this house?” “Is he going to kill me?” My mind just wouldn’t shut up. I need to take this situation day by day. I really shouldn’t ask him, but there’s a burning question that I need to know the answer to.

“Mikey…?” I whisper. If he’s already asleep it won’t matter. I wait for what seems like ages before I hear a response.

“Yeah?” He whispers back. There isn’t a find of emotion in his voice. I feel like backing out of asking but I really can’t.

“Um… what are we going to do tomorrow?” I ask. I tried not to sound scared, and I hoped the curiosity in my voice would mask it. There was another lengthy silence before he finally answered.

“A friend is coming to visit.” He answered blandly. I wasn’t sure who, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know. I assume I should answer, but I didn’t know what to say. My curiosity was more or less cured, so I guess I could sleep.

“Ok… goodnight” I whispered, turning on my side and shutting my eyes.

“Goodnight.” He whispered back.

Notes

Bear with me, I've got some writers block and I'm sorry for the filler chapter. I'll muster something up eventually. Thank you for the support, guys. :)