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Demolition Lovers	By : MCRsavdME Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1917 -:- 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.

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Gerard sat there in the court yard the entire lunch period. He was sitting under the oak tree, leaning against the trunk of the tree. The oak tree was the schools best feature. It was at least a hundred years old. The branches covered almost the entire courtyard and offered low branches to sit on. He began to eat his lunch, a tuna sandwich, bag of chips and a coca cola. Searching among the other students he bit into his sandwich. Where’s Mikey? He should have been here by now! He got lost in thought, all of it about Mikey, he was concerned for his little brother, about what was going on in his life. Lunch was almost over and he still hadn’t shown. It wasn’t like Mikey to stand someone up. Maybe he got lunch detention or something. He continued to think about Mikey. Hating himself for being so lost in his own world, being so selfish that he hadn’t noticed the despair that Mikey was in.

Why do you have to be so fucking selfish. If it wasn’t for your drugs and cutting maybe you would have noticed him more. He continued thinking, about his cutting, his self loathing, how selfish he had been. The bell signaling the end of lunch rang and Gerard stood up brushing the crumbs from his meal away. He gathered his trash and threw it away as he grabbed his backpack from the ground. He entered the building again, the cold air conditioning hitting him like a snowball, to the face he pulled his jacket closer around him. Fucking cold building, damn why can’t they turn it off or down for once?

He slowly began his long drudge to class. His thoughts were stuck on Mikey and how he could make it up to him how he could make it up to him for not being there for a year or so, being so self involved as to not notice the pain his own brother was in. He was about to enter his class when he saw his brother leaving the boys locker room. He looked a complete mess. His face was tear stained and his cloths were ruffled up. Gerard began to run over to his brother to great him, but Mikey seeing his brother approaching him and quickly turned the corner and began to run. What the fuck, he just ran from me!

Gerard stood their a little taken aback at his brothers reaction of him coming closer. Yet their was not time to ponder this because the 30 second warning bell rang and he could not be late again, not without having another suspension. He walked back to class and took his seat in the back, he hated history, never found it all to interesting, the future to him was more interesting, the past was set in stone, no matter what you did it could never be changed or effected, yet you could effect the future. The future could be changed unlike so many mistakes of his ‘history’.

He got out his sketch pad and began to draw the class room, drawing the people as he saw them, animals with snarling faces, claws sharpened to a point ready to kill to keep their secret ready to do anything to remain hiding in a human shell. He was quite amused with his drawing the people looked positively disgusting as well as the teacher, wow I captured them pretty well he thought to himself. The bell signaling the end of the class rang and he gathered his things, we loved drawing in class, time seemed to escape from him when he was lost in his art, it was a good feeling. The day was almost over he had just one more class to endure, math. He didn’t hate math he just got annoyed with all the numbers, how precise and dictated everything was. It wasn’t like English were things were things that could be interpreted in almost anyway, almost nothing had a wrong answer. Math had a set answer, set rules and laws to get that answer, there was no deviation from the methods, you had to obey them or fail the class.

Math was over soon enough and Gerard was all to glad to be leaving the school for the day. He gathered the books he would need for the night and waited for Mikey by the south exit. Gerard saw his brother round the corner and slowly make his way to Gerard.

“Hey babe, how was your day?” Gerard opened the door and they both walked out into the cool New Jersey weather. He waited for Mikey to answer, determined that he could find out what had been up with Mikey for over a year. Mikey did not answer him, he just walked on, his hands in his pockets and his head hung low.

“Mikey, did you hear me? Did you have a good day?” Gerard stopped walking and Mikey stopped too,

“Do I every have a good day?” Mikey spat out and started walking again.

Gerard stood behind a little did anyone ever have a ‘good’ day at school. He decided to rephrase his question.

“Well, did something happen anything that upset you?” Gerard had caught up to his brother and had placed his hand around his brothers shoulder and was leaning in to him.

Thoughts, and feelings of his encounters with Frank flashed through his head, he closed his eyes as if that would block out the vision and feeling of himself being overpowered. He shook his head with his eyes closed saying no, hoping that the visions would be tossed away with the rough shake of his head. Gerard knew something was wrong, but he did not want to press to hard.

“Well why did you not meet me at lunch I waited for you, I was hopping we would be able to chat? Did you get a lunch detention or something? You know I hate those, the room smells terrible I swear something died in their don’t you think it smells?” Gerard was rubbing Mikey’s shoulders softly while asking him the question.

Caught back on the word ‘lunch’ images of Frank holding him down, unmercifully controlling his every move flashed back into his head. He could feel the pressure of Frank inside of him; he could hear Frank’s moans of ecstasy while he writhed in pain.

“NO!” Mikey yelled and stopped walking all together collapsing to the ground his legs tucked under him. Gerard dropped to his brothers side, helping him stand himself back up.

“Oh my god you O.K.?” Gerard brushed the dirt off Mikey’s jacket and they started walking again. He decided not to press the subject further. He just walked with his brother back to their house. Neither of them talked the rest of the way. Gerard’s head filled with fear that something undoubtedly had, and has been going on with Mikey, but what, he needed to find out and he needed to work on a plan to find out what had Mikey so upset. Mikey’s thoughts were much of the same, thoughts of Frank and how he would let Frank do the things he did to him, asking himself if he really deep down inside liked what was happening to him. His thoughts and self loather were interrupted when they reached their house to find that only their mother had returned.

Gerard opened the door slowly as to not disturb their mother in case she was sleeping. As soon as the door was shut behind them they heard their mother call out to them.

“Mikey, Gerard, is thhat yoou!?” Their mother’s voice was slitly slurred, obviously drunk.

“Yes mom, it’s us” Gerard called, “You O.K.?” He made his way to the kitchen. Mikey followed him close behind. They entered the kitchen to find their mother coaxing a bottle of vodka. Her hair and make-up was a mess, she had obviously been drinking for a long time. She had a blanket rapped around her, the same one that Gerard and Mikey had seen her in after every fight, a comfort blanket. The entire family had one, their mother used hers the most.

“I saw youur noote…” She poured more vodka into her glass and shot it back in one quick motion.

“thank yoou ffor goiing to s sschool” She rubbed her face with both her hands, inhaling deeply before pouring more vodka in her glass.

“Yeah, your welcome…” Gerard got out a bottle of water and placed it in front of his mother taking the vodka and putting it up,

“… please mom, have some water for now.” He looked at his mom wishing that things were different in his family, alcohol had always been a problem, afraid it would be a problem for himself as well.

“Yyeahh whaat ever” She grabbed the bottle of vodka again, and stood up, quite wobbly making her way to the couch and sat down turning on the T.V.

“Their going to get a divorce, I know it…” With tears in his eyes Mikey took the water that Gerard had gotten out for their mother and headed up to his room without giving Gerard a second look.

Gerard sighed heavily, things were crazy at the Way house yet again, he felt a tugging urge to go loose himself again, to forget about his family seemingly ready to fall apart, yet he told himself he needed to remain conscious and there for Mikey. There for him incase he was ready to finally talk to him about what was going on. Making his way down to his room he closed the door and made his way to his dresser. Taking all the pills he could find and flushing them down the toilet.
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