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Here Lies Mikey	By : lambentrails Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Here Lies Mikey.
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Note: I never finish anything and I suppose this was something to tide me over. I don't know where this came from only from when I read on TBP booklet, Michael James Way ... a little part of me mourned for glasses, lopsided smiles and kid nicknames. Enjoy.

I.

Mikey smokes Marlboro Reds. He’s not sure exactly why but he’s almost positive that it’s because Gerard smokes Marlboro Reds and when he was in high school, when Gerard was in college … he would sneak one or two from his brother’s pack and smoke them out his bedroom window at three in the morning. Gerard never noticed. Or he never said anything but sometimes when Gerard ruffled his hair, Mikey would be worried that the smell of smoke would rub off onto his hands.

After a year, he doesn’t worry. Gerard breaths smoke, like fish breath water. Mikey isn’t sure if that meant he’s subhuman or superhuman but sometimes he thinks about it when he smokes until the day he got get his own pack.

II.

Mikey is the band’s baby. He’s 24 years old but Gerard treats him like an inept child and the rest of the boys’ follow suit. Gerard makes sure he eats, watches him in crowds and always, always makes sure he’s in the van before they leave the gas station.

The rest of the boy’s fallow suit.

Frank is 23 but no body seems to notice; he’s loud and eccentric but he’s smart, strong, and quick. Things Mikey isn’t because Mikey’s almost halfway to thirty but he’s still a little boy. Frank cleans up after him and Mikey doesn’t complain; he just pounds a bunch of beer and straitens his hair.

III.

Warped Tour is like death for Mikey. He’s breathing dust and dirt, feels like the stuff’s clinging to his sinuses like leeches. He smokes Marlboro cigarettes by the picnic tables in his Anthrax t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. He watches, because Mikey is a watcher … there’s nothing he can do because everyone is always watching out for him.

He thinks he’s too old for this but who knows. Everyone’s made him to think he isn’t. Actually, everyone’s made to not let him think at all.

His puts his cig out in the dirt and reached for his pack. Empty. Glasses on the tip of his nose, he scans the parking lot and a girl walks up. She’s tall and smiles like everything’s funny, but she’s got make-up like a panda and dreads in her hair.

“Wanna bum one?” She offers him her pack and he reaches out a shaky hand to take on. As he lights up, he wonders if her dreads smell like Frank’s did. Only Frank smelled like cheap cologne and weed. Her looked like they smelled like women – fragrant and tangy. She says something about how she bummed a ride with them last summer in their van on the tour; how they let her take the bed in the hotel room.

She says her name’s Alicia.

Mikey doesn’t remember. He was probably too drunk to care to commit it to memory.

The sun is high and humid and Mikey thinks that it’s the opposite of brilliance. They sit in silence and Mikey smokes his first Parliament.

III.

They start recording and Mikey doesn’t know what to do much with himself, anymore. Gerard is possessed, he thinks, by the Paramour’s resident ghosts because his eyes are livid and bright even in the dark.

Spooky things happen but Mikey thinks the most terrifying thing that happens is Gerard isn’t sleeping anymore, that Gerard has something living in him.

Gerard calls it the Patient.

Mikey calls it passive-aggressive, but he doesn’t tell Gerard. He just smokes Parliaments and watches Frank and Cortez play Guitar Hero.

Mikey can’t play the bass with Gerard watching him, he messes up too many times but he fills sick to his stomach. Gerard looks about to kill him as his dark-shrouded eyes narrow and his grip on his pencil tightens. Mikey doesn’t sleep at night, either, because he doesn’t feel safe in the house.

Mikey runs into the courtyard and throws up on the road; it splatters like blood at a crime scene. He wonders if him and Gerard are afflicted by the same sensitivity to ghosts and if he’s just fighting it harder.

He falls down in his vomit and cries; he’s a twenty-five year old man laying down and weeping about nothing but it seems that anything and everything flooded out as soon as his tears did. He’s a grown man but he’s always been the baby so no one says anything when Gerard runs out and watches him, screaming and mumbling about if he should call 911, they just stand around in a half-circle staring down at him. He can’t see through his blurry tear-filled eyes and steamed up glasses but he imagines their faces to wear masks of pity.

IV.

Sitting in the doctor’s office, Alicia’s sitting there and she’s fiddling with engagement ring, Mikey’s eyes travel to his own and he smiles at her. There’s a moment between them and his eyes shift, once again. He hands his glasses to his fiancé, like he’s handing over a baby and bows his head like he’s in mourning.

The doctor leads him into the other room and after that he wears hideous sunglasses for days. He feels like a horse with blinders. When he takes off the sunglasses and walks out of their hotel room; the world looks fluorescent and vivid.

He turns and the LA sun is rising up, like a gash through the sky and well … he’s staring at his glasses laying forlorn on the dresser like a pair of discarded shoes with holes in the soles.

When he returns to recording, Frank nods at him and doesn’t give his usual term of patronizing endearment and Gerard just looks stunned. Mikey wears his head higher and tracks his line in one try.

Sitting down, he lights up a Parliament. His throat hurts for a moment, and he realizes what he was mourning. He bites his lip and goes out for coffee. He introduces himself as Michael now.

Here lies Mikey, Little Brother and Brainless Fool.
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