A young boy ran across the street to retrieve his star wars action figure. “MIKES!” an older boy yelled as a truck came speeding down the street. The older boy ran across and pushed his sibling out of the way. “Are you okay?” He asked checking his little brother for bruises. “Did they hurt you?”
“No! Gee. I am fine!” Mikey laughed, pointing to his scraped up knee. “Just a few bumps”
“YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED.” Gee yells picking up his younger brother.”I got you now.” He says bandaging his various bumps and bruises.
Present Day
“No. NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE?” an elder boy screamed, looking at his bloodied hands. The elder boy collapsed to the ground studying the corpse of who he accidentally murdered. “Wake up Gerard…Wake up” He said to himself. “It’s just a nightmare… just a bad dream.” He wept over the body of his dead brother until officers showed up on the scene.
An officer cuffed Gerard and pulled him away from what his brother used to be. Gerard didn’t even dare to fight the restraints, he deserved this.
“I didn’t mean to” He said through sobs as an ambulance loaded his former best friend. Gerard looked back to see the doors closed.
“Yeah kid tell that to your psych. Crazy bitch.” An officer said shoving him into the back seat of a police car. “You’re going to max security bud.” The same officer said letting out a cruel laugh, feeling no sympathy for him. Who would feel sympathy? He killed his brother.
“He tried to save me!” Gerard yelled from the backseat. “HE BLOCKED MY SHOT” He screamed through tears. “I wanted to die, and I was so close!”
“Okay crazy pants.” Another office grunted. He reeked of chewing tobacco, and cheap whiskey. The obvious stench caused the boy in the backseat to cringe.
Gerard was in the backseat for hours, but his guilt was biting at his soul and it made the time drag on longer than it actually was. The metal cuffs dug into his wrists, he could feel blood running down his finger tips. He didn’t care enough about himself to draw attention to it.
An officer pulled him out of the car. He patted him down to make sure he had no weapons on him. “A flask eh? A heavy alcoholic I assume.” The officer laughed. “I hope they zap you dead. Psychotic bitch.” The officer pushed his palm to his shoulder blade so he couldn’t escape.
Gerard sure as hell wasn’t in the mood to even think about an escape. He couldn’t go anywhere if he managed to get away in the first place. Gerard was pushed around a lot and called offensive named. He smiled wickedly for his mug shot; he knew he probably is going to die here. He might as well make his time here last. He was dragged to a different facility after he was put in a bright orange jump suit.
An officer spat on him, ignoring his wounds and need of medical attention. “Have fun rotting in here.” He said before leaving the security hall.
Gerard was left alone, with his conscious. His devil within was no longer within. He was his own devil. “LET ME DIE!” he shrieked when he came to realization.
“Shut up fag!” another mate in the hallway yelled in response.
It was going to be a very long time in here.

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