Don't say I'm better off dead

After about ten minutes Gerard regained consciousness, peering up at Mikey with squinting eyes.
"What shall we do now?" He mumbled.
"I-I don't know..."his younger brother replied with. He had been hurt too. You could see that every time he breathed it hurt, felt like tiny daggers sinking into his chest. It was so painful to even stay alive.
"He still on the floor?" Asked Gerard.
"Yeah, I think so. Haven't heard any movement."
"Mum, still not in?" The word mum seemed to poison his mouth and he spat it out.
"No, Gee," Mikey paused and then he looked worried,"What'll we do when he wakes up. He could get us again! He could kill us Gee!" Mikey shouted, panicked.
"Well...... What if we're not here?" Gerard said sitting up, "then he can't get us. He'll never be able to get us!"

Mikey saw the hope in Gerard's eyes, what was he planning? He helped his older brother up, wincing as he leant on him to try and pull himself off the floor. He led him to the bathroom. Gerard picked out a cloth and dampened it holding to the cut on Mikey's head even though it had nearly stopped bleeding.
"No, no. Gee." Mikey said. He guided the hand with the cloth over to Gerard's face, to his smashed in nose.
Gerard sunk down to the floor and breathed heavily.
"Mikey...." He whispered.
Mikey nodded.
"Get some stuff together, would you? I'll come an' help in a minute." Gerard said tilting his head back so that he could rest it on the wall.
"Yeah course. "

Mikey limped along to the bedroom and searched for the two backpacks that where in the bottom of the wardrobe. He threw them onto the bed and ripped open the zips. Then he collected all the clothes that they had. The sad part was that they all fit in the backpacks with room to spare. So he decided to take the sheet of their beds and the rough blanket at the back of the wardrobe. It smelt musky but he didn't care. He threw in the brush that lay on the floor and the small phone that they shared between them. Then he took a picture down from the top shelf and stared at it. It was him and Gerard. Smiling. Not fake smiling. But laughing. He kissed the picture and placed it into his bag. For safekeeping. His parents never looked at it anyway.

He then found Gerard's sketchbooks and pencils and squeezed them into the side pocket and found his secret stash of albums, which he chose to take with him.
Gerard walked back in to see the bags packed and their room almost bare. Almost.
Mikey sat looking longingly at his bass which he'd pulled out from his bed. Was he crying?
"I can't leave her, Gee!" He cried, "it's the only thing that I'm good at!"
Gerard sighed. "Will you be able to carry 'her' a long way."
"I can try" Mikey replied, his eyes lighting up for a second.
"Okay" said Gerard, checking through the bags just to make sure that they had everything.

They headed out to the landing with all their stuff. Gerard picked up a sharpie from the windowsill and began to write..... Down the wall. And as they crept down the steps to find their dad still passed out at the bottom, he moved the pen along the wall. When they reached the bottom Mikey grabbed his coat, slipping it over his threadbare school jumper. Gerard headed to the kitchen and into the draw, slipping some notes into his pocket.
"Gee!" Mikey said sounding annoyed, before realising that their dad could wake up at any moment, "you can't do that!"
"What, why?! What have they ever given to us.... Apart from sadness and bruises. Huh? Nothing!" Gerard replied walking back over towards Mikey.
He silently opened the front door, allowing Mikey to limp out first. He turned one last time to see the grim old house. To see his dad laid on the floor, breathing like a train. To see the creaking stairs that led up to their room. To the scribbles on the wall. He read the large letters on the wall. "You never cared...." He whispered before closing the door quietly.

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They didn't exactly run away, more, limped away into the distance. They didn't know where they were going. They were just walking. Away from their past and into the future. Frank was gone. His parents didn't even care. But now they were gone. And they didn't have to wake up every morning early to avoid them. They didn't have to be scared of being a few minutes late, of talking or of even living.
They turned left down a small side street and carried on into the woods.

The branches seemed to wrap around around the sky, blocking out the little light that was still left. But still they limped on. And a smile crept onto their faces as they put more and more distance between them and their parents. The ground was quite damp but fairly easy to walk on so they soon reached the edge of the wood and to a small bridge. Neither had been there before, but to Gerard it felt like he had. It felt like he had been here thousands of times before. A feeling of fear rattled up through his body.
He looked up to the remaining rays of light that where slowly being engulfed by the darkness. Then he looked to the lake. The deep black lake in which he had 'fallen' in so may times. Gerard didn't even have to look because he knew that a pair of pale hands gripped the bars on the bridge.......

Notes

Hiya guys. Thank you all for still reading. I think that they'll be about 3 more chapters after this. Hope you're all having a nice day/night. Thanks. :) Xx