"Dad!" Gerard yelled. "Dad! Run!" It was too late. The bullet hit his head and the figure collapsed to the floor. Shaking and frantically shrieking, the deep gravel of the ground swirled into the pool of blood that spewed around him. He was drowning, the crimson blood spilling around him, as if it were simply a blanket.
"Christine!" The figure on the floor yelled in one last attempt, "leave me! Save yourself! Go!"

Another figure ran past him, her long blonde hair streaking behind her being the only thing that stood out in the enveloping darkness. However something pulled this woman back to her husband, she knelt to his side caressing his face and desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
"It'll be okay..." She repeated over and over again, "I promise..." Her voice began to falter as the eyes of her husband slowly began to close.

"Mum!" Gerard whispered now, his voice hardly making a sound. "Mum. Leave. Just run. Please!" His breathing quickened and sweat began to form on his forehead, "Please mum." His hands gripped Mikey's arm as his body slowly began to shake in fear.
He could only stand by as he watched the killer, shrouded in black, creep up behind his own mother and point the barrel of the gun to her head. Gerard screamed as the noise of a bullet being fired rattled through his mind.

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"Gerard!" Mikey sounded worried as Gerard bolted upright from his dream, still clutching the covers in his hands.
"It's fine!" He said, burying his older brothers head into his chest and running his fingers through his knotted black hair. "It was only a dream Gee. It's not real. I promise."
"But it was them Mikes."
"Who Gerard?"
"Mum and dad. T-they were there and they were dying and there was nothing I could do about it. They were just dying in front of me and I couldn't help them and it's all my fault Mikes!"
"It's not, Gee. You were with me when...when...when 'it' happened. Your mind is twisting what happened Gee. Its trying to fool you into believing something that is untrue." Mikey trailed off.

The boys shook as they heard footsteps crash up the stairs. The door of Gerard's room was thrown open and there stood Nick, the smell of alcohol bouncing off of his breath.
"Well. What have we got here? I thought I'd told you to leave me in peace and quiet!"
He walked over towards Gerard and leant his face down until it was level with theirs.
"What you crying for you pathetic weakling?" He sneered at Gerard while grabbing his wrist.
"Nothing, sir." Sniffed Gerard.
"Damn-right you are! And anyway: You two are dirtying the bed!" He yelled as he pulled Gerard to the floor, "You sleep on the floor!" He cried hysterically, "that bed is worth more than you and to be frank, its got about the same amount as brain cells as you two combined! And as for you...." He grabbed Mikey by his foot and threw him to the floor, "you sleep in your own room! Okay?"

Nick grabbed Mikey by the throat and practically threw him into the other room. He landed on a heap on the floor.
Cold.
Alone.
Empty.
Mikey heard the click of the door as it was locked from the outside.
"Enjoy your sleep and first day at school tomorrow!" Nicks voice hummed through the closed door. "Night night. Love you..." He laughed as his footsteps disappeared back down the stairs.
Neither could sleep and simply sat shivering in the corner, letting the darkness wrap itself around their own thoughts until eventually if all the coldness in the world was thrown at them, then they probably wouldn't even flinch.

Notes

Hiya. Slightly longer chapter here, (for me and this story anyway) and I hope that this is good enough and like interesting and stuff. But I need to thank you for reading so.....thanks. :) x
-Lou