Will you be the one to save me?
Splattered
Gerard's POV
YUP
It’s been two days since my last appointment and I will be seeing Frank tomorrow. He seemed shocked when he read that Bob Bryar was the one who raped me six months ago. I didn’t plan on getting out of bed today until Mikey came giggling and jumping on my bed.
“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Today is Tuesday and do you know what Tuesday is?”
I look over at my crazy younger brother and shrug my shoulders, wondering what he has in mind. When I look at the clock I see that it is 1:30 in the afternoon, as in way too early to do anything other than lay in bed and sleep.
“Today is spend day with your favorite brother day and well since you’re the only brother I have, I’ll have to settle.”
My brother can be adorable at times. Mikey dragged me out of bed and pushed me into the bathroom and told me when I am done to come outside with only a pair of stained pants on that I don’t want and no shirt on. Oh what does this boy have in mind?
**Time Lapse*** (one hour later)
I come outside to the back yard of our tiny house where I see my shirtless brother and six buckets of paint, two blue, two red, and two yellow. What does this boy have in mind?
“The purpose of the game is to splatter the most paint on the other person. Whoever ends up with less paint on them in the end, wins. We each get three buckets of paint and a giant fucking brush. 1… 2… 3… GO!”
I start to splatter paint at my little brother as he giggles and do the same back. Just as I think that I have won, I see Ray running up behind me with a bucket, and before I know it, that same bucket is dumped over my head. Not. Fucking. Fair.
As both men roll on the floor laughing in each others arms, while Ray get’s covered in whatever paint was on Mikey, I examine the scene that has just occurred. There is paint EVERYWHERE. The three colors of paint danced around the backyard, covering the grass, garbage pails, and worst of all, the three of us. I decide to join the two in the grass and stare up at the cloudy sky that covers New Jersey.
After a couple of hours I couldn’t stand the smell of paint anymore and since both Mikey and Ray showered about an hour ago, I didn’t have to save any hot water for them. When I walk into the house, I see that they are peacefully napping on the couch together.
As I stand under the hot water I see the mixture of colors fall off of my body and swirl down the drain. The feeling of the sticky substance of the three colors of paint drying to my skin made me feel unclean and as I scrubbed harder and harder, my skin began to get red and irritated. After washing my hair and body and conditioning twice, I got out of the shower. I probably spent over an hour in the shower and the whole bathroom was covered in steam.
I dry my body in my favorite towel that I stole from Mikey. As I wipe in the towel covered in pink unicorns, I can’t help but internally chuckle. I open the door to feel the cold air of the hallway and scurry off to my bedroom. I change into a warm pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. I closed my cracked window as I feel the fall air is a bit too cold to handle as a sign that winter will soon be coming.
I crawl into bed thinking about tomorrow and how I’m going to have to hide my blushing face from Mr. Iero another hour straight as he calls me nicknames like hun and sweetie. The thought still comes to mind on why he acted so weird once I told him Bob’s name.
As I drift to sleep, I feel more relaxed than I have in months. Maybe things will get better for me. Maybe between the support from Mikey and Mr. Iero, I will soon have the courage to speak again, and maybe, just maybe, I am falling for my therapist.
***Time Lapse***
My eyes are still glued shut as I feel hands shaking my body, trying to forcefully wake me out of my sleeping state. I slowly open my eyes to see Mikey trying to wake me up in a rush.
“Hey Gee. Mr. Iero stopped by to talk to you about something. Ray and I were just heading out so it will be just you and him. Is that okay?”
I nod my head wondering what was so urgent that Mr. Iero had to stop by to talk to me.
“Okay bro, after Ray and I eat, I will stop by his how then bring you home your favorite pizza and we can watch movies together.”
I smile at the idea of spending time one on one with my brother and I begin to think about all the times that Mikey has saved me from the deep depressive states I was in and him getting me to stop drinking.
As he walks out of my room I stare up at my ceiling, not wanting to get out of bed yet. I assumed that Mr. Iero found our address from the personal files, but it still seems unprofessional to go to a patient’s house.
I finally wake up enough when I hear the front door slam shut and I roll my self out to bed. I check my appearance out in the mirror to see drool on my face and possibly the worst bed I’ve ever seen. I comb through my hair and wash the drool off of my round, yet slim face.
I head downstairs to see Mr. Iero sitting on the larger couch, tapping his left foot on the ground like he was nervous to talk to me. Trying to seem as casual as I can with my therapist in my house, I sit down beside him on the couch.
“Gerard, I think we need to talk about who Bob was.”
YUP
It’s been two days since my last appointment and I will be seeing Frank tomorrow. He seemed shocked when he read that Bob Bryar was the one who raped me six months ago. I didn’t plan on getting out of bed today until Mikey came giggling and jumping on my bed.
“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Today is Tuesday and do you know what Tuesday is?”
I look over at my crazy younger brother and shrug my shoulders, wondering what he has in mind. When I look at the clock I see that it is 1:30 in the afternoon, as in way too early to do anything other than lay in bed and sleep.
“Today is spend day with your favorite brother day and well since you’re the only brother I have, I’ll have to settle.”
My brother can be adorable at times. Mikey dragged me out of bed and pushed me into the bathroom and told me when I am done to come outside with only a pair of stained pants on that I don’t want and no shirt on. Oh what does this boy have in mind?
**Time Lapse*** (one hour later)
I come outside to the back yard of our tiny house where I see my shirtless brother and six buckets of paint, two blue, two red, and two yellow. What does this boy have in mind?
“The purpose of the game is to splatter the most paint on the other person. Whoever ends up with less paint on them in the end, wins. We each get three buckets of paint and a giant fucking brush. 1… 2… 3… GO!”
I start to splatter paint at my little brother as he giggles and do the same back. Just as I think that I have won, I see Ray running up behind me with a bucket, and before I know it, that same bucket is dumped over my head. Not. Fucking. Fair.
As both men roll on the floor laughing in each others arms, while Ray get’s covered in whatever paint was on Mikey, I examine the scene that has just occurred. There is paint EVERYWHERE. The three colors of paint danced around the backyard, covering the grass, garbage pails, and worst of all, the three of us. I decide to join the two in the grass and stare up at the cloudy sky that covers New Jersey.
After a couple of hours I couldn’t stand the smell of paint anymore and since both Mikey and Ray showered about an hour ago, I didn’t have to save any hot water for them. When I walk into the house, I see that they are peacefully napping on the couch together.
As I stand under the hot water I see the mixture of colors fall off of my body and swirl down the drain. The feeling of the sticky substance of the three colors of paint drying to my skin made me feel unclean and as I scrubbed harder and harder, my skin began to get red and irritated. After washing my hair and body and conditioning twice, I got out of the shower. I probably spent over an hour in the shower and the whole bathroom was covered in steam.
I dry my body in my favorite towel that I stole from Mikey. As I wipe in the towel covered in pink unicorns, I can’t help but internally chuckle. I open the door to feel the cold air of the hallway and scurry off to my bedroom. I change into a warm pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. I closed my cracked window as I feel the fall air is a bit too cold to handle as a sign that winter will soon be coming.
I crawl into bed thinking about tomorrow and how I’m going to have to hide my blushing face from Mr. Iero another hour straight as he calls me nicknames like hun and sweetie. The thought still comes to mind on why he acted so weird once I told him Bob’s name.
As I drift to sleep, I feel more relaxed than I have in months. Maybe things will get better for me. Maybe between the support from Mikey and Mr. Iero, I will soon have the courage to speak again, and maybe, just maybe, I am falling for my therapist.
***Time Lapse***
My eyes are still glued shut as I feel hands shaking my body, trying to forcefully wake me out of my sleeping state. I slowly open my eyes to see Mikey trying to wake me up in a rush.
“Hey Gee. Mr. Iero stopped by to talk to you about something. Ray and I were just heading out so it will be just you and him. Is that okay?”
I nod my head wondering what was so urgent that Mr. Iero had to stop by to talk to me.
“Okay bro, after Ray and I eat, I will stop by his how then bring you home your favorite pizza and we can watch movies together.”
I smile at the idea of spending time one on one with my brother and I begin to think about all the times that Mikey has saved me from the deep depressive states I was in and him getting me to stop drinking.
As he walks out of my room I stare up at my ceiling, not wanting to get out of bed yet. I assumed that Mr. Iero found our address from the personal files, but it still seems unprofessional to go to a patient’s house.
I finally wake up enough when I hear the front door slam shut and I roll my self out to bed. I check my appearance out in the mirror to see drool on my face and possibly the worst bed I’ve ever seen. I comb through my hair and wash the drool off of my round, yet slim face.
I head downstairs to see Mr. Iero sitting on the larger couch, tapping his left foot on the ground like he was nervous to talk to me. Trying to seem as casual as I can with my therapist in my house, I sit down beside him on the couch.
“Gerard, I think we need to talk about who Bob was.”
Notes
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9/9/15