Don't forget about me

I rub my arms to get rid of the goosebumps as I slump up the porch steps of my house. I think the tempertures dropped a few minutes ago, because I didn't feel this cold until most recently.Well then again I am shirtless. I go inside and quietly close the door, hoping that Mikey doesn't hear me. I hold my breath as I tiptoe up the stairs.

"Gerard!" Mikey yells from the kitchen. I stop moving and let out a long and angry breath. "What?" No answer. "What?" I repeat. "Get your ass in here!" Oh shit, of all the times in the world for Mikey to be pissed about something it has to be right now? I reguarly come home in the middle of the day running for my life, so why on earth does he sound so set off?

I groan in the back of my throat and walk super slowly into the kitchen. And there is Mikey, standing by the island counter, sipping a cup of what seems to be coffee, and scrolling through his phone. Typical Mikey Way behavior. Every single fucking day of his, "Super social life" Total bullshit in my opinion. I mean, the guy never really leaves the house.

"Can I help you?" I ask in a sarcastic tone as I slowly walk up to him. He looks up from his phone with an angry glare. I swallowed hard. He hasn't given me that look in a long time, some thing is not right. "Yea, you can. Why the hell have the police been calling me, telling me that you physicaly assulted a student at school then just ran off, after swearing in front of a teacher?"

I can feel my hands getting sweaty as I take it all in for a moment. I mean, wow. They really nailed it. "Um... long story short, I kind of..." I started to smell something Italian and looked around the kitchen hoping to find some sort of something cooking. "Earth to Gerard." Mikey said snapping his fingers in my face.

"Oh um... It was just a really sucky day today and I might have gotten a little out of hand with Ronnie." But Mikey wasn't in the mood for short stories and set his elbows on the counter, and his fists underneath his chin, waiting for a real answer. The Italian smell was getting stronger and much more distracting. "Are you baking pizza?" I asked despratly trying to figure out what it was.

"Cut the crap Gerard, I want to know what happened today." "For the love of god Mikey! You're not my parent so stop trying to act like it." He stood up straight and started walking away. "Fine, Just go do whatever the hell you want. And i'll let you explain things to the police when they get here. They're coming here? Oh no. "Hey, Mikey," I say following him into the garage.

He turned around and pulled a box of Camel cigaretts out of his jean pockets. "Look dude I was in the locker room taking off my shirt when I accidently threw it on Ronnie. I then knew my life was at risk so I started running and he... um... slammed me into the wall of lockers and literally almost squished me to death. So Mrs. Jeanie came running over and Ronnie let me go, then told a big ass lie about what happened. But what he said was a bit offensive and I shoved him to the ground and said... see how you likeit mother f-er then ran out of the building and here."


By the time I was done saying that, I was almost gasping for air. While Mikey just stood there dumbfounded with a cigarette in his mouth. "Well Gerard, I will say this. If you ever d-" "I know I know, if I ever do that again you're going to send me to boot camp or whatever." I said cutting him off mid- sentence. "Just go to your room. I'll talk to you later." I felt relieved that I could go now, and practicly ran up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door as hard as I could for some reason.

I slipped on a clean shirt, grabbed my sketchbook off my nightstand, and slugged myself onto my bed. I feel like drawing something discusting, so I take a black and red sharpie, and start drawing a zombie. I can make black and red work like a charm drawing something that usually requires green and an assortment of other colors.

"Knock, knock." "Yeeessss?" I ask with a sacarstic tone. "We have to talk Gerard." I look up from my drawing and see Mikey making his way into my room. "By the way, just how long is "Later" to you?" I watch as a hint of a smile grabs his face, but fades quickly. "Long enough for something pretty bad to happen." I scratch my head in confusion and set my sketch book back down on the nightstand. "What do you mean?"

This was not looking good. By the shameful expression stitched onto Mikey's face, and the tone of his voice when he talked to me, something is not right and it's bugging him. Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?" But he just sat down on the bed next to me and remanied silent. "What the hell dude, you're scaring the shit out of me. What. Is. Wrong?"

"I killed Ronnie." He said out of nowhere. At first I can't believe him, and just look at him with wide eyes and a stiff posture. Every part of me is tense, waiting for something normal to happen. "Oh my God, are you on crack again?" I ask trying to comfort myself. He scoots closer to me. "You come home every two days with a report about Ronnie and I just can't take it anymore. You're my brother, I don't like to see you get hurt."

Oh shit, My brother is a killer? oh no... I stand up with shaky hands and a sweaty forhead. "Maybe I better leave." But he jumps up and grabs my arm. "No, don't go please." "Dude let me go. I understand that you were just trying to protect me, but now were in trouble and you can't protect me from the police when they find out."

I watch as several tears fall from his eyes after he lets go of my arm. "I'm sorry." I actually felt sympathy for him and didn't want him to feel upset about trying to protect me. "When the police get here you tell them what I told you. Make sure though, to leave the killing Ronnie part out of it. Now for me, i'm going to go to bed."

And with that, I crawled onto my bed and got comfortable. Not a moment longer was I going to talk to him about this. "Night then." And he left the room without another word, leaving me in the room with the light still on. "Fuck Mikey! you could have atleast shut off the light." I rolled over and closed my eyes trying to take it all in. Okay, school sucked today. I got beaten up, I ran home shirtless, and my brother just randomly inserted that he's a murderer. What the hell? am I being punished by god himself or something? because I swear, the worst thing i've ever done is put plastic wrap on the toilet seat in revenge torwards Mikey.

Well one thing is for sure, no one is ever going to get over this. Especially me...

Notes

Soooooo sorry haven't updated for a super long time, i've been on vacation in a place with no freaking internet!!! feel free to kill me anytime.