Cries Not Heard
I'm Just a Would've Been, Could've Been, Should've Been, Never Was, and Never Ever Will Be
Gerard’s POV
Gerard woke up a couple of hours later. Their parents were still not home, and for that he was grateful. He hated being judged and hiding every moment he was in his parents sight. He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen where he then grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge. He found his brother and Frank sitting in the living room watching Teen Titans. Taking a gulp of his water, he sat beside Mikey and held his hand.
“Hey,” he said.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” came Mikey’s sarcastic reply. Yeah, great to be back. Gerard thought with just as much sarcasm. He mentally sighed. Frank looked over at him.
“Hey, man, you feeling better?” Gerard nodded. Who cared that it might have been a slight lie? His head was still pounding and Gerard found it becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on what’s happening around him. He laid his head on his brother’s shoulder, gripping his hand tighter. He shut his eyes as he let his mind wander, his imagination to roam free.
Mikey’s POV
Frank looked at Mikey. They were keeping a closer eye on Gerard, picking out things that they couldn’t before. They spotted little things he did, acted, responded. Mikey broke the eye contact in favor of turning his gaze to his beloved brother. He nudged his brother’s shoulder.
“Hey, Gee, what’s the matter?” Mikey could tell something was bothering him.
“Just a migraine,” Gerard replied. “nothing to fuss about.”
“I’ll get you some pain killers, just relaxed.” He smiled at his brother before kissing the top of his head and getting up.
“You really don’t have to. I’ll be fine, I’ll live.” he called.
“It’s not a problem.” he tried to comfort him. Mikey walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of Advil and an apple. He decided to use Frank as an advantage and get Gerard to eat. If he didn’t want Frank to find out his little problem with eating, he will eat this. It should be easy on his stomach. Stepping back into the living room, he handed the pills to Gerard.
“Thanks,” he said, quickly downing the pills. He didn’t even notice the apple in his hand. Mikey mentally groaned. He hoped his brother wouldn’t put up a fight.
“Here.” He flashed the apple in front of his face. Gerard’s face scrunched up in disgust for a split second before he recomposed himself.
“I’m not hungry at the moment, Mikey.” His eyes darted to Frank before landing back on Mikey. He knew what his brother was playing at, and he didn’t appreciate the effort.
“It’s just as apple, it won’t kill you,” Mikey sassed. “Besides, you missed lunch today, I want at least something in your stomach.” Mikey put on hand on his hip and raised a single eyebrow. “Oh,” he added, “Ray should be here any-” The doorbell rang.
“And there he is.” Mikey smirked at Gerard before making his way to the door. He opened with door for Ray then stepped aside to let him in.
“Hey, man,” Ray greeted him.
“Hey, we’re watching teen titans in the living room. Care to join?”
“Hell yeah.” Teen titans was one of their favorite childhood shows. It was a shame they canceled it and replaced it with TTG. Mikey lead Ray back to the living room to which Ray promptly threw himself and the comfy couch, sighing as he let the softness overtake his senses for a few seconds before turning his attention to the tv and watching in rapt attention.
Gerard glared at Mikey, one that neither Frank nor Ray could decipher, and grabbed the shiny, red apple, taking a loud bite. The rest of the day was spent watching a Teen Titans marathon, Gerard glaring at nothing while trying to convince himself that he didn’t need to purge, that the apple only has about a hundred calories -but in his mind it was a hundred too much-, and just being goofballs. Ray and Frank only went home when the brother’s parents came home from work. Gerard avoided them, not attending the family dinner, and instead staying in his room. He was comfortable there. He spent the time trying to keep the food in his stomach, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“I can do it,” he encouraged himself quietly. He knew that he need food to survive, but the question was, did he really want to live?
“I can do it.”
As soon as dinner was done Mikey ran down to the basement. He wanted to spend time with his lover, his one and only, just the two of them. With Gerard’s depression, things were a bit hard to handle, so he took what ever time he could to find alone with his brother. When he entered the basement, he found Gerard laying on his bed. Mikey went over to join, lying down gently beside him.
“Hey, love.” He kissed his forehead.
“Hey, babe,” he mumbled back. Mikey could tell he was tired. It was a difficult day for him, for them all.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“What for?”
“For eating,” Mikey said, moving Gerard’s fringe out of his face, and lightly pecking his lips.
“Wasn’t like I did it willingly,” he grumbled sourly.
“But you still did it, and for that I’m happy.” He wrapped his arms around Gerard. “How are you feeling?
“Okay…” It was a lie. His mind was all over the place, not being able to stay on one subject of which none were good. He didn’t want to bother Mikey with his problems. He would gladly lie if it meant he would worry less. Mikey observed his brother. He didn’t look okay, physically or mentally, but it may just be the fact that he could possibly be over analyzing everything. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
“You look tired, why don’t we rest for a while. If our parents catch us, we’ll just use the nightmare excuse, okay? I love you, babe.” Mikey kissed him on the lip gently, smiling as he held him tighter.
“G’night, love,” Gerard mumbled, snuggling into the crook of Mikey’s neck. They remained this way, in each other’s arms and and sleeping, for the rest of the night.
Gerard woke up a couple of hours later. Their parents were still not home, and for that he was grateful. He hated being judged and hiding every moment he was in his parents sight. He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen where he then grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge. He found his brother and Frank sitting in the living room watching Teen Titans. Taking a gulp of his water, he sat beside Mikey and held his hand.
“Hey,” he said.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” came Mikey’s sarcastic reply. Yeah, great to be back. Gerard thought with just as much sarcasm. He mentally sighed. Frank looked over at him.
“Hey, man, you feeling better?” Gerard nodded. Who cared that it might have been a slight lie? His head was still pounding and Gerard found it becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on what’s happening around him. He laid his head on his brother’s shoulder, gripping his hand tighter. He shut his eyes as he let his mind wander, his imagination to roam free.
Mikey’s POV
Frank looked at Mikey. They were keeping a closer eye on Gerard, picking out things that they couldn’t before. They spotted little things he did, acted, responded. Mikey broke the eye contact in favor of turning his gaze to his beloved brother. He nudged his brother’s shoulder.
“Hey, Gee, what’s the matter?” Mikey could tell something was bothering him.
“Just a migraine,” Gerard replied. “nothing to fuss about.”
“I’ll get you some pain killers, just relaxed.” He smiled at his brother before kissing the top of his head and getting up.
“You really don’t have to. I’ll be fine, I’ll live.” he called.
“It’s not a problem.” he tried to comfort him. Mikey walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of Advil and an apple. He decided to use Frank as an advantage and get Gerard to eat. If he didn’t want Frank to find out his little problem with eating, he will eat this. It should be easy on his stomach. Stepping back into the living room, he handed the pills to Gerard.
“Thanks,” he said, quickly downing the pills. He didn’t even notice the apple in his hand. Mikey mentally groaned. He hoped his brother wouldn’t put up a fight.
“Here.” He flashed the apple in front of his face. Gerard’s face scrunched up in disgust for a split second before he recomposed himself.
“I’m not hungry at the moment, Mikey.” His eyes darted to Frank before landing back on Mikey. He knew what his brother was playing at, and he didn’t appreciate the effort.
“It’s just as apple, it won’t kill you,” Mikey sassed. “Besides, you missed lunch today, I want at least something in your stomach.” Mikey put on hand on his hip and raised a single eyebrow. “Oh,” he added, “Ray should be here any-” The doorbell rang.
“And there he is.” Mikey smirked at Gerard before making his way to the door. He opened with door for Ray then stepped aside to let him in.
“Hey, man,” Ray greeted him.
“Hey, we’re watching teen titans in the living room. Care to join?”
“Hell yeah.” Teen titans was one of their favorite childhood shows. It was a shame they canceled it and replaced it with TTG. Mikey lead Ray back to the living room to which Ray promptly threw himself and the comfy couch, sighing as he let the softness overtake his senses for a few seconds before turning his attention to the tv and watching in rapt attention.
Gerard glared at Mikey, one that neither Frank nor Ray could decipher, and grabbed the shiny, red apple, taking a loud bite. The rest of the day was spent watching a Teen Titans marathon, Gerard glaring at nothing while trying to convince himself that he didn’t need to purge, that the apple only has about a hundred calories -but in his mind it was a hundred too much-, and just being goofballs. Ray and Frank only went home when the brother’s parents came home from work. Gerard avoided them, not attending the family dinner, and instead staying in his room. He was comfortable there. He spent the time trying to keep the food in his stomach, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“I can do it,” he encouraged himself quietly. He knew that he need food to survive, but the question was, did he really want to live?
“I can do it.”
As soon as dinner was done Mikey ran down to the basement. He wanted to spend time with his lover, his one and only, just the two of them. With Gerard’s depression, things were a bit hard to handle, so he took what ever time he could to find alone with his brother. When he entered the basement, he found Gerard laying on his bed. Mikey went over to join, lying down gently beside him.
“Hey, love.” He kissed his forehead.
“Hey, babe,” he mumbled back. Mikey could tell he was tired. It was a difficult day for him, for them all.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“What for?”
“For eating,” Mikey said, moving Gerard’s fringe out of his face, and lightly pecking his lips.
“Wasn’t like I did it willingly,” he grumbled sourly.
“But you still did it, and for that I’m happy.” He wrapped his arms around Gerard. “How are you feeling?
“Okay…” It was a lie. His mind was all over the place, not being able to stay on one subject of which none were good. He didn’t want to bother Mikey with his problems. He would gladly lie if it meant he would worry less. Mikey observed his brother. He didn’t look okay, physically or mentally, but it may just be the fact that he could possibly be over analyzing everything. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
“You look tired, why don’t we rest for a while. If our parents catch us, we’ll just use the nightmare excuse, okay? I love you, babe.” Mikey kissed him on the lip gently, smiling as he held him tighter.
“G’night, love,” Gerard mumbled, snuggling into the crook of Mikey’s neck. They remained this way, in each other’s arms and and sleeping, for the rest of the night.
Notes
My attempt at some fluff at the end. I hoped you liked it, and I would appreciate your thoughts :)
Thank you for reading as always.
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2/7/16