Silence Is Golden. (Frerard)

Gerards POV

The sun shone down from its setting place just beyond the horizon. Casting an elongated shadow on everything in its path. It was roughly Seven-O-Clock in the evening and the air was losing its warmth, understandingly enough it was the middle of Autumn. The leaves danced around mesmerizingly.

Mikey came home about an hour after I had relived that I was okay. Informing him Mom and Dad were gone he smiled.

Now I'm outside, contemplating how I'm supposed to get a passing grade, in a group project, if the only person I can communicate with is my brother. Taking a long drag from my cigarette I let out a choppy sigh... the not-so-appealing taste left at the back of my throat prompting the slight burn.

"I thought you quit, Gerard" Mikey's voice startled me. "I did..." I mumbled "I quit on quitting" I finished my previous thought. "It's bad for you." his remark earning a chuckle from me "Living in this house is bad for me, Mikey." I countered. He had no argument to that. "Can I have one?" he inquired "There bad for you" I retorted, looking at his unamused face. Never-the-less I handed him one of my Marlboros. "I'll get us out of here. Gee" he informed after taking a drag from his cancer stick.

"I doubt it, but I appreciate the thought" I mumbled, I hear him sigh "I will, Gerard. I have 1,000 already saved... I promise we will get out." He pressed, I found no use in arguing "I hope they're dead" I announced after a few minutes of silence, he chortled "We don't have that kind of luck" I nodded knowingly "Fate must have something against us..." I observed. "Fate is bullshit." Mikey's voice was strained, most-likely from the cigarette. "You got that right."

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The sun pored through the drapes, emitting a small golden stripe on the dusty-off-blue-color of our carpet. It was six-o-clock in the morning. Still no sign of our parents. From what I've witnessed in the past this could either be incredibly good or exceptionally bad... I wish for the latter, but we don't have good luck.

And as if on cue the door crashed open. Breaking something in the midst. Mikey jolted awake at the sudden alert, I, however, knew this was coming. So with us both holding our breaths, we waited for the next move. When nothing happened in the first ten minutes, Mikey and I exchanged looks.

I was the first to make a move, I watched as Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he saw me move toward the closed door, that barricaded us from the rest of the house "Gerard!" His harsh whisper filled up the ominously quite house. The only other sound being heard was that of a woman sobbing.

Our Mother, sobbing... There were so many possibilities as to why she was crying. "Is Mom... is mom crying?" I questioned, flabbergasted that the woman held any sort of emotion. "I... I think so." Mikey confirmed, standing up and closing the distance between us.

The squeak of our old-wooden-door filled the silence. "Stay behind me" He ordered in a hushed tone. I nodded, following him. There were no other sounds except our slow footsteps, and Mothers sobbing. "Mom?" Mikey's shaken voice was the first to speak. "Mi-Mi-Mikey" She sobbed out brokenly. A look of sympathy crossed my brothers face.

"Mom, what happened?" I knew he didn't really care, he was just curious as to what could be so distressing at only seven-in-the-moring on a Friday. With wild-teary-mascara-smeared eyes she looked up at us, we expectantly looked back at her.

What she uttered next, shouldn't have made me as joyous as it did. But never-the-less. I found myself celebrating on the inside.

"Boy's... your fathers dead..." I wanted to jump for joy, laugh-my-ass-off and throw a party. But instead, incredulously enough, I found myself collapsing to the ground in the midst of a panic attack. Mikey thankfully catching me. "Gerard... honey... whats wrong! Mikey Whats wrong with him?" She sounded more distressed now. Mikey ignored her question and focused on the problem at hand.

"Gee..." He said slowly and calmly "I need you to calm yourself down. Everything is okay" his reassuring voice invading any negative thoughts I had. I looked up into his fear-stricken eyes and blinked "Mikey, is he okay?" Our mother's voice whispered "He's fine, Mom" Mikey informed, nodding his head "Just a small panic attack."

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The house was quiet again, Only sound to be heard was the fan whirring from the corner of the room. We all sat together in the living room, no one speaking. I looked at the peeling paint on the walls and the now-stained-yellow ceiling. "How did it happen?" Mikey asked the question we had both been wondering since the news was announced.
I had been crying for a while since then... Not for the fact he's gone, just because now I'll never know what he could be if he got sober. I cried for what could have been.
She swallowed thickly a couple times to will the tears not to fall. before she actually answered.

"Drug-over-dose." Was her only response, before she went back to staring at her now-cold-coffee. Mindlessly tapping her fingernails against the porcelain cup.

Back to silence.

I had no clue how long we were sat in the defining room for before our mother dismissed us saying she wanted to be alone. But let me tell you, I have never been more grateful to leave in my life. Mikey took me gently by the arm, as I was still in shock. We walked outside and my instant reaction was to pull out my pack of smokes. My nerves getting the better of me.
In the middle of wherever we were walking to, I started laughing. "Whats so funny?" Mikey mused "We were just talking last night about how unlucky we are, and all that... and now here we are, luck on our side. He's DEAD!" I beamed, Mikey looked slightly concerned but smiled lightly "Mikey! Were free! He can't hurt us anymore!" his smiled widened "I'll never let another person hurt you, Gerard." he promised happily. and for the first time, I actually believed him. But then guilt set in and he took notice.

"Gerard? Whats wrong?" I looked up at him "I said I wished they were dead last night" I whispered, his face fell "Don't do that" He warned "Gerard, no, it's not your fault." He stated.
I nodded, but it still diddn't shake the feeling...

Notes

I'm gonna do POV's now.