Don't say I'm better off dead

The single flickering light swung above the Way brothers head's casting shadows onto the grey coloured walls. They'd been locked in their room, but they didn't care anyway. At least they were away from their parents. They sat in their creaking camp beds whispering quietly.

“So what actually happened?” Mikey asked for the second time, still looking highly confused.
“Well you know about what Darren did to Frank, yes?”
Mikey nodded.
"Well I got him back for it because Frank's my friend and didn't deserve to get beaten up like that when he was so vulnerable." Gee replied with.
"So you beat him up?" Mikey questioned tilting his head to the side, his older brother was really confusing him.
"No, I just embarrassed him in front of all of his 'friends'."
"But after you'd run off I saw him again and his nose was bleeding....."
"Oh, yeah. I kinda slammed the door in his face" whispered Gerard.
"Oh sh*t! That's awesome Gee!"
"Its not though is it?"
"Why? He got what he deserved!"
"But that still doesn't make Frank better. It still won't let him escape his parents . Won't let him escape the horrors that he faces. He said he felt comfortable at school...." Gerard's lips began to tremble as he suddenly realised what he had done. Tears flooded from his eyes, "but now he won't.... because of me! He'll have to avoid Darren. All. The. Time! It's all my fault!"
"He Gee! Don't worry. I know that you missed Frank today at school but he'll be back tomorrow. I'm sure of it." Mikey said pulling Gerard into a hug.
"But.... W-what if he d-doesn't?"
"Then we'll go visit him. Me and you. We'll go and he'll be fine and we can talk to him. How about that?"
"Yeah, T-thanks Mikey. Your the best brother ever."
"Gee....." Mikey began smiling, "I'm your only brother."
"That doesn't matter" Gerard yawned, "you're still the best."

He drifted off to an uneasy sleep still resting on his younger brothers shoulder. His mind swam as it tried to recover the memories of that day. the loneliness. Meeting Darren. The door. The shouting. And then running. Just running. That was all that his dream was now him running continuously but not actually getting anywhere. But it didn't feel like a dream to him. It felt real. His heart was pounding in his chest, his lungs screaming for air. He legs started to feel like jelly. But he kept going. Like he was really running for his life and that he always would be. Always.

And then the woods appeared in the horizon and he kept running knowing that if he got there then he would be safe. Safe from Darren. He looked behind to see....No-one. He was running from no-one. He stopped, darting his eyes around him, looking for any sign of danger. But now that he had stopped the woods seemed to creep around him, making him feel safe. He'd run far enough to escape. This just seemed too real.
He had been in the woods that day. That's where he went before walking back towards school meeting Mikey a few streets away before they walked back home where they got locked in their room for, well, for Gerard getting into a 'fight'. He had to go and see the pink-haired teacher tomorrow about it. But she'd understand. The weird thing was that in his dream he wasn't. He wasn't going home. He was going somewhere else. Someone else's house.
He was stood on a street now looking at a partially opened door to a shabby old house with boarded up windows. It wasn't the glass that covered the ground or the dead grass that was the walkway to the house. It wasn't even the screaming and shouting that he could hear erupting from with in that made him scream. It was the limp bruised and scarred bony arm that reached out of the door.....

Notes

hi. Hope you guys are all doing well and have a good day. :) thank you for reading this really weird story. I'll try and get it finished off soon. <3