Don't say I'm better off dead

The bell rang to signal the end of the day. It had just been the usual. Frank had stuck close Gerard for the most part and in return had only received a few harsh comments. Better than he'd ever had it in a long time. Gerard liked Frank, he was a good friend. Once you started talking to him properly you knew how much he cared about people and just how forgiving he was. Maybe that was part of the problem? But Frank had made Gerard feel happier. He had never had a friend as good as him, and this was only after the first day, and he'd never had someone who (wasn't his younger brother) looked up to him. Sure he loved Mikey, but that was different. This was different. Him and Frank just seemed..... Right. He was glad he went to school that day, because if he hadn't he would have never of met the boy with the deep-green eyes and the scruffy brown hair.
They parted at the gates, the Way brothers turning left and Frank right. 'What a shame we can't all walk home together' Gerard thought, 'oh, well'
" see you tomorrow, Guys!" Frank said as he set off in the opposite direction.
"Yeah, see you then Frankie!" The Way brothers called, waving to him.
The Way brothers followed the river of people heading in the same direction as them, watching as a person turned left down this street, another group of people headed down a different side street. Gerard watched until the crowd thinned out...until it was just the two of them.
"He seemed like a nice guy" Mikey exclaimed after they had reached the top of the huge hill, where loads of kids where riding their bikes and skateboards down. How they both longed to even try it. But, of course, they weren't allowed.
"Yeah, he was real nice" Gerard said, not looking where he was going. He tripped over the side of the road and fell flat on his face. His palms were bleeding fairly heavily, the grazes standing out against his pale skin. He looked down and saw that his trousers were ripped at the knee (which was also allowing crimson blood to work it's way through the gravel that was stuck in the wound) and just to add to all that a cut on his head had formed.
"Hey! You okay there?" Asked Mikey, helping Gerard back to his feet.
"Yeah, I suppose so, I just kinda feel a little faint...." He trailed off.
"Here, sit down...." Mikey said, leading his older bleeding brother to a stone wall.
It took a while to get Gerard walking again so that they might manage another 15 minutes back to their house. But once most of the bleeding had stopped they set off back, only pausing for a few minutes every now and then.


"HEY!! WHERE have you two been?!!!" Was the welcome that they received when Mikey opened the door leading a limping Gerard into the hallway.
"um, well, dad, Gerard kind o...."
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME MIKEY! I'VE told YOU this BEFORE!"
"But dad I wasn't even inter....."
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN! SO you to lazy sh*theads show up nearly an hour late, get back into MY HOUSE and start being rude to me!"
"But dad, Gerard's hur....."
"Apologies NOW you messed up f*ckers!"
"Sorry for being late Dad... Gerard fell and got hurt."
"Why did you fall Gerard? Is it 'cause your f*cking stupidity finally got to you?"
Gerard just murmured in response, not looking his dad in the eyes.
"YOU almost made me and your mother late again!" His dad said, sweat trembling down his forehead.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"OUT! Away from you two!"
"But what are we having for tea?" Mikey asked, watching as his dad, Picked up his coat and started heading towards the door.
"That's not my problem, is it?!" And with that he slammed the door in his face. That left just him and Gerard in the whole house. He helped Gerard onto the sofa and brought him a glass of water and got his sketchbooks out of his bag and handed them to him. Mikey walked to the front door,just to see, maybe today, he would be lucky, he could talk to a few friends outside school. But. No. It was locked. Of course it was locked. It was always locked.....

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