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...and we're all dead now	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-the sickness in me
- 2-sweet revenge
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First off, thanks to all my lovely reviewers....well, like the two people who actually liked this story.....
Okay here's the deal. I never really considered writing a sequel to ...and we're all dead now, but it occurred to me that I could easily follow it with something from Mikey's POV. I thought that it would just add a little extra to the story, make it a little more rounded. So here it is! Please let me know if it's shit or not!
Don't know, don't own, don't sue.
It was mostly the blood. If I really think about it, I can remember other things; the way your body was slumped over on the floor; the clothes you were wearing; the bluish tinge to your skin. But I will never forget those angry red marks seeping accross the carpet of that sleazy hotel room. I don't know why.
If I hadn't seen it, I could have sworn you were sleeping. Just like all those nights when I'd crawl into your bunk. You looked so serene, so angelic in your peaceful slumber. I'd kiss your forehead, curl my body around yours and fall asleep with you, my head rising and falling with your even breathing.
Why couldn't this be like those times?
The whole room stunk of death. Decay. Excess. Hate. I could feel it seep into my bones the minute i stepped into the room. I almost choked. And then the shock. I was hysterical. I screamed. I picked up your blood soaked body and cradled you to my chest. I wiped the dark, damp hair from your pale face. I pressed my lips to your cold forehead. You didn't respond. You didn't rest your head against mine, or soothe me to sleep with your calming breaths. Your head just rolled back. Your blood soaked into my shirt. And your eyes stayed closed. If I closed mine, I could almost pretend you were sleeping. Almost.
I knew you'd do it one day. But I never wanted you to.
I wanted to stay with you forever. I know I told you that, but I also know you never believed me when I did. You never believed me. You were so fucking insecure about us. You always asked me if I was sure, if I really wanted to be with you. Don't you think that if I thought I was making a bad choice, well, I wouldn't have made it in the first place? You didn't trust me. You didn't trust me to love you.
And now look what you've gone and done.
Gerard, I found your letter. You've fucked everything up. I should hate you for it. I think a part of me does. But really, I can't hate you. I hurt you. How could I do that to you? Gerard, I didn't mean to. If I could have just explained it to you, maybe you wouldn't have been so stupid. Maybe I wouldn't be here now wishing that I shared in your fate. Soon, my love.
You see babe, I don't love Frank. He loves me. A lot. He knew about us. As much as we, well you, tried to hide our relationship from prying eyes, he saw right through the charade. He knew about the nights we spent together, every night, he knew. And it killed him that we were so in love. We had such a special bond, you and I. And he hated you for it.
Maybe he wanted you to find out, but I didn't. And it was only the one time. He finally confronted me about us. He told me he loved me. I told him that I couldn't love him back. I already had everything that I needed.

He propositioned me. He said that if he could have me, just for one night, he could get over it. It just killed him that he didn't know what he was missing. He wanted to feel, if only once, what loving me was like. I told him I couldn't. He offered money. You know me. I couldn't turn down a pretty penny.
So I let him fuck me.
That was all it was. A fuck. Nothing more than that. I didn't feel anything for him. He didn't turn me on the way you did. He was rough in a way you never were. Even when we fucked, because we did, I was always overwhelmed by how much I wanted you. Every part of you inside of me. I never wanted him like that. So I closed my eyes.

In my mind I could picture you. You running your hands across my chest. You lifting my shirt over my head. You peeling my jeans from my legs like a second skin. You kissing me so gently. You wrapped around me from behind, pushing yourself into me. And then I couldn't deny it. I wrapped my hand around myself and tugged at my aching member, wanting it to be your hand on me, your mouth pressed against my neck, your body arching around mine. God, Gerard, I would do anything to take back that night. It's all my fault. Why do you think I didn't tell you?
Do you remember the first night? When you were in the hospital, OD'd on coke and vodka. I stayed by your side every night. I was so scared that I was going to lose you. You were just wasting away before my eyes. I hated it. I was so angry with you for the drugs and your stupid fucking habits. I hated that you never listened to me. But at that moment I would have given anything for you to open your eyes and tell me that everything was going to be okay. That you were going to be okay. I could have endured anything that you did as long as you were alive to do it. And then finally you woke up. I never wanted to feel like that again. I never wanted to lose you. That's why I told you how I loved you.
But now, it's not like that time. No matter how long I sit here clutching you to my chest, I know that you aren't going to wake up. God, you're killing me.
I don't know how long it took them to get you. They worked silently, ushering me out of the room, wrapping me in a blanket, asking how I was doing. No, not me. Don't worry about me. Look after my brother. He needs you. Then I saw them bring you out. Well, I guess I'm not sure who it was, but since you were the only one in the room it was the logical assumption. You had that damn white sheet over your head, so I couldn't see if you were smiling or not. I assume you were. This was your way of getting back at me, wasn't it?
That letter. I stuffed it in my pocket before they came. Fuck, you were right about everything. I killed you Gerard. You were fucking right. This is all my fucking fault. I should have just told you about Frank. I should have, but I knew it'd kill you. I just didn't think ahead.
Why? You're my big brother. So why is it that I've always felt that I had to take care of you? You'd come back to the bus straight from doing a few rails with Bert, and I'd have to put you to bed. You'd stumble in, drunk as shit, and I'd have to hold your hair away from your face while you vomited your entire day into the toilet bowl. Never once was it the other way around. I took care of you for your entire life. I came to you, I catered to you, I held you. I always had your back.
This is all a big joke isn't it? You're off somewhere laughing at me, laughing at how you got your fucking revenge. "Fuck you Mikey, and fuck Frank too"? Well, two can play that game, sugar.
I waited until I was alone. They "evaluated" me at the scene. I shouldn't be here without you, but I didn't tell them that. They'd take me away. They can't. I have to be with you. If you aren't here, then I guess I'll have to come to you. It's the least I can do for my big brother.

It's the last thng I can do.
See you soon Gerard.
~Fin~
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