You're Not As Broken As You Think *SLOW UPDATES*

Gerard's POV-

I finally arrive home, being greeted by Mikey in the kitchen, making coffee, he looked kind of anxious, but I can't explain why...

''Hey bro! how was your day?'' Mikey sees me, and smiles.

Its his famous fake smile... something must be up?

I shrug, and give him a little nod, showing it was okay.

I point to him as if to ask him how his day was.

''My day was fuckin boring, just filling out paper work for the school...''

I walk over to him, and whisper, ''I-I can t-tell s-s-some--- s-somethi-- f-fuck.... s-somethings w-r-ong, i-is e-v-v-eryth-ing oka-ay?''

He looks kind of surprised, because I don't usually speak that much... even though I fucked up the words a lot, its still a lot for me to say.

''Heh-everything's fine....'' He reassures, very unconvincingly.

Mikey's a terrible liar.

I give him a serious wtf look, and he sighs, ''Mom and dad wanted me to tell you that you have to go to group therapy so you can work on your voice, by communicating with other kids.''

WHAT?!

FUCK NO!

Just the thought of talking to other fucked up teenagers in fucking group therapy sessions... them hearing my stuttering, laughing at me, fucking stares...

FUCK THAT!

Just thinking about it is making my heart rate go up.

I start to slightly tremble, and feel the panic rising in my chest.

Before I can properly react, Mikey grabs my shoulders, and pulls me into a hug.

''It's okay Gee, it will be okay, I'll try and talk them out of it, alright? Just... Just don't think about it, okay?'' He soothes.

I take a deep breath in and out, and feel calmer, and just rest in my brother arms.

After about 5 minutes, I pull away, and half smile at him, before going to my room, and listen to music.

I wonder if Frank has ever gone to therapy?

Notes

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