Hold Me Tight

Mikey sat chewing his cereal slowly while reading his 'Judge Dread' comic. He cast his eyes to his brother on the sofa. He was asleep with his duvet so tightly around him you had no clue to tell you that it was in fact Gerard, save the black tuffs sticking out the top of the cocoon. Mikey sighed and continued to read his comic. Why does Gee always get so attached to girls? Not that he had any problem with Dinah staying with them, but it just hurt Mikey knowing how much Gerard cared for this girl who hadn't even said more than ten words to him since she got here. And he understood... he did, with what shes been through but she could be a bit more-

"Good morning!" Gerard croaked bringing Mikey back to reality.

"Morning."

"Has Dinah left my room?" Questioned Gerard sitting up.

"What do you think?" Mikey grumbled, pulling his comic closer.

"Well...I'm sure she will tomorrow." He answered assuring himself more than anyone else. Mikey let out a exaggerated sigh and dumped his bowl in the sink.

"Why do you have a problem with Dinah?" Gerard asked looking his brother straight in the eye.

"I don't I just...she's hurting everyone you, Dorrit.."

"Dorrit?"

"Their band is suffering, after all they haven't performed for a month and they can't without their front-woman. She needs to get back up their it will help her move on." Mikey answered crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're right." Admitted Gerard. "I'll go talk to her." He continued, getting up.

"No, Gee you don't ha-"

"Yes I do Mikes." Gerard interrupted him. "This will help her."

Mikey sat on the sofa getting a good view of the scene about to play. Gerard disregarded his duvet on the floor, ran a hand through his hair and walked towards his bedroom. He knocked on the door and after a minute there was no reply so he opened the door and poked his head in. He saw Dinah wrapped in his bed wearing his T-shirt and his usual depressed state. She lifted her head to see her visitor and attempted a weak smile when she saw who it was.

"Hey Gee." She mumbled.

"Hi Dinah." He greeted while sitting next to her on the bed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and played with a strand of his hair. "Do you think you maybe want to go somewhere today?" He asked her cautiously.

"Where to?" Dinah asked perplexed.

"To a gig...your gig to be precise."

"Gee." Dinah began quietly.

"It will be good for you, I know it will."

"I don't think I can." She stated bringing her knees close to her chest.

"Dinah...Dinah baby what will it take for you to get back on that stage where you belong? I'll do anything." After a minute had past and Dinah hadn't uttered a syllable, he continued louder this time: "Dinah talk to me." He reached a hand out to her, she jumped away from it and faced the wall but Gerard could still see the dampness of her cheeks.

He got up from the bed silently and left the room shutting the door as he went. Mikey looked at him expectantly.

"I'm going to fix her." He insisted determinedly then ran down the hall to their shared study, slamming the door.

***********

"Where's your family?" Dorrit asked as Mikey took her coat.

"Mum's at a cooking class because she really needs it and Gerard has been in the study for exactly two days and Dinah has been in Gerard's room since the last time you checked up." At Dorrit's worried look Mikey added. "Don't worry I have been feeding and watering them."

Dorrit nodded and began to sit down when the study door abruptly burst open. A very tired, sweaty, excited and smelly looking Gerard Way marched out. He was carrying Mikey's guitar which he placed against the coffee table. "Sit." He ordered the other two pointing to the sofa. They did so and Gerard galloped into his bed room and after some shuffiling and loud groan he came out of the room carrying a disorientated Dinah; Fireman style. He placed her on the sofa next to Mikey. She began to open her mouth in protest but Gerard put a finger over lips and said: "Shut the fuck up and listen."

He took his place sitting on the coffee table, set the guitar in his hands and began to play and sing the words:

Well if you wanted honesty
That's all you had to say
I never want to let you down or have you go
It's better off this way
For all the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you broke your foot
From jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you
That it's not the life it seems?
I've told you time and time again
You sing the words
But don't know what it means
To be a joke and look
Another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook
For the last time
Take a good hard look!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book
But the pages all are torn and frayed

I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this
I'm okay!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not O-fucking-K
I'm not okay

All three of them were silent then they all erupted into applause except Dinah she sat there with tears streaming her cheeks. "I wrote it for you." Gerard revealed. Noticing her tears he went to sit by her and brought her into his arms. "I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair.

She then began laughing a bit maliciously. "Dinah?" Gerard asked confused.

"I know what you can do to make me get back on that stage." She said smiling now.

"What?! I'll do anything!"

"Get on that stage with me."

Notes

I will be posting every Thursday instead of everyday because school has started :3