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Fifty Reasons To Die	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1239 -:- 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-Fifty Reasons To Die
- 2-First Five Reasons
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“Mikey, get up honey.” My mother said softly as she let her hand caress my back. What a joy to wake up to, right? Wrong!

‘Fuck off’ ran through my head instantly, but of course it couldn’t be spoken out loud. Instead I was satisfied with just moving a little, showing her I was awake. Happy that she woke me she left my room swiftly, determined not to spend a moment too long in there, since the mess gets to her. She doesn’t even go into Gerard’s room anymore.

After fifteen minutes of cursing in my head I managed to make my way down into the kitchen, where my mum was reading the newspaper. Dad was probably already off to work, since that’s where he spent almost every waking moment anyway. My mother greeted me as I entered, but I just mumbled a reply. I grabbed my cereal, which was the only thing I’d eat in the morning. They I used the last of the milk for it, oh Gerard’s going to be pissed since he always needs coffee with milk in the morning. Oh well.

Sure enough, ten minutes later a zombie, or rather my brother, showed up in the kitchen. His black hair was everywhere, and he was dressed in black jeans and a Misfits t-shirt, that was mine once upon a time before he stole it.

“Fuck Mikey, why did you have to take the last of the milk you pisshead?” Gerard shouted when he saw the empty milk carton on the counter. Leave it to my brother to sound like a moron because of all the swears he squeezed into every sentence he ever spoke.

“Now Gerard, that’s no way to speak to your brother.” My mother said before getting up from the table and walking out, probably to get dressed so she could leave for work. Gerard waited until she had left before he turned his attention back to me.

“No wonder people treat you like crap in school, you fucking selfish twat.” He spat at me but I just ignored it. When Gerard was in this kind of mood, all you could do was ignore him. He walked up and stood behind me and started poking me in the back. “Are you listening dickhead?” He said while still poking me. I decided I was finished with breakfast and stood up, still ignoring him.

When I tried to leave he grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing him. His eyes were bloodshot, because without a doubt had he been doing drugs the night before.

“Get off Gerard.” I said calmly, trying not to anger him more, which was of course impossible. Then my ‘oh so mature’ brother poured his hot coffee out all over me, making me scream as the hot liquid came in contact with my skin.

“You fucking asshole!” I shouted as I rushed to the tap to pour cold water over my burning skin. It wasn’t like I would get blisters, after all Gerard’s coffee had been left on the counter for about ten minutes before he came to claim it, but it still hurt.

My mother showed up, and she saw Gerard sitting at the table, and me standing by the running water, covered in black liquid. She sighed loudly and grabbed her forehead.

“Can you not go one day without arguing?” She asked and Gerard shrugged as I held my hands under the tap. “What are you, five?” She questioned and again neither of us answered so she gave up and left with a final ‘you better clean this mess up’.

“Yes Mikey, you better clean the mess up.” Gerard smirked as he left me standing there, covered in coffee.

Reason Number 1.
Gerard always ruin my mornings.

It might sound like a stupid reason, but it really isn’t. My mornings would be heaven without Gerard there to ruin them. Mostly I’m pretty cheerful in the morning, if you ignore the fact that I’m always tired and look like road kill of course. But Gerard always has a way of ruining my mood. He throws food on me, pours coffee over me, pulls the chair away from me when I’m about to sit down so I hit the floor, or he simply shoves me out of his way.

Now, I’m not going to lie and say that my brother abuses me in any way, because he doesn’t. He doesn’t hit me, more then in the way that all brother’s does. But I always hit him back anyway, so it doesn’t matter. And if you think he’s mean because he calls me names, then no, not really. Gerard calls everyone horrible names, everyone. The only thing he does that drives me mad, is his smirk. I think… Yeah, I’m changing the list around a little.

Reason Number 2.
Gerard’s fucking smirk.

The way his lips turn upwards and his eyes are filled with malicious pleasure as he knows he’s once again gotten away with treating me like crap. At those times I just want to grab something and smack him in the face with it, preferably something heavy. I was planning on putting his smirk as reason number 10 or so, but I couldn’t help it, it needs to be reason 2. Because that’s how much it bugs me.

Finally after managing to throw some clean clothes on I left the house in a rush. I always walk to school, but that’s alright since we live only five minutes away from it or so. Though as many other days I had to run to school not to be late.

People were chatting and laughing with each other as I made my way to my locker, all of them ignoring me. Normally it’s only five or so people that pick on me. The rest of the school just chose to make me invisible, which suits me fine. After rummaging through my locker for a few minutes I found the books I needed and I slammed it shut and ran towards my first class - maths.

‘Don’t fall asleep, just don’t fall asleep’ I chanted in my head. Our teacher was talking about something important, something I was supposed to know, something I needed to know. But I didn’t care. You’d think that my mum would realise something’s wrong because of the way my grades keep slipping. But as always she’s too busy with Gerard too pay any real attention to it. Maybe this is where reason number 3 comes in. I fucking think so.

Reason Number 3.
Gerard steals my mother’s attention.

There’s never any energy left at the end of the day to spend on me, which in my book, sucks. Sure I’m independent, but it’s still nice when your family shows that they care once in a while. I know I sound selfish, because I want them to pay attention to me, but I deserve it. Gerard doesn’t.

He’s a scumbag who doesn’t deserve anything but a shower.

Finally the bell rang and I collected my books before zooming out the classroom, trying to avoid hitting anyone. Maybe it could be a nice day after all.

Wrong.

“Say it!” He demands again, as his grip on my throat tightens. I wasn’t in any real danger, but dangling from your neck still isn’t that pleasurable. Though I refused to say it, no way would they make me say it.

Not even when their fists connected with my stomach did I say it. It was a lie, and I refused to tell lies. Well, I refused to tell that lie.

I’m not even going to tell you what lie it was.

“Just fucking say it dickhead and they’ll stop punching you.” My brother’s voice was heard to my left. I shook my head again, and somehow I got even more angry with him. That he just stood there and watched them beat me up. Normally he wasn’t around, and I mean, it’s not like I expect him to save me, but still.

“Right, well I’m sorry Connor, but he’s much to thick to say that, so just stop punching him yeah?” Gerard calmly suggested to Connor, the boy who had me by the throat pressed up against the wall.

I know what you’re all thinking ‘you where wrong, Gerard wants to help you’. Yeah, in your dreams. That’s why as soon as Connor let go of me and I found myself fighting for air on the floor Gerard just left. He didn’t even throw me a second glance, he just took off.

Some fucking saviour.

Reason Number 4.
My brother doesn’t care that I’m fucking bleeding.

No explanation needed, I think everyone understand why that one’s on the list. Because my brother’s an asshole and very selfish, yeah, that’s why.

The rest of the school day was spent in the nurses office, a nice woman who actually seemed like she felt some compassion for me. Not that I wanted it, I never wanted it.

On my way home I found myself thinking of reason number 5. Annie.

Reason Number 5.
Gerard scared my first ever best friend off.

When I was ten or so, I had a best friend named Annie. We used to play together, and say that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Of course all we ever did was hold hands and ‘peck’ but still. Annie and I were friends for almost a year, then the three year older brother of mine decided to scare her off.

How?

The idiot told her that if she ever talked to me again he’d kill her whole family while they were asleep. Yeah, my brother isn’t that nice. Of course back then he’d only been 13, but that didn’t really matter. He was fucked up even then. So anyway, Annie refused to ever speak to me again, and it wasn’t until two years later when Gerard came home pissed of his ass that he giggled out what he had done.

Some brother I have.
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