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Mikey Way backed into the coffee table, attempting to escape from his older brother. His scrawny body trembled with fear, and so did his hazel eyes. If one were to gaze straight at his face, the angry face of his sibling would stare back at them in the reflection.

“Mikey!! Just tell me, where are they?!” Gerard demanded, balling his hands into fists.

“No!!” Mikey shouted, his voice shaky, yet firm, as if he were trying to hide his fear. “Gee, this needs to stop!!”

“MIKEY!!” Gerard roared, stepping closer to Mikey, making the younger sibling’s body threaten to fall on the coffee table.

Tears formed in the corners of Mikey’s eyes as he pulled his head back to avoid smelling the foul stench of alcohol in his Gerard’s breath. The bassist knew that he couldn’t tell the man where his ‘paradise pills’ -his drugs- were. It would result in Gerard acting even more hostile than this. “I’m… I’m not going to tell!!” Mikey said, his voice getting stronger. He straightened up and glared at his brother’s eyes with courage he didn’t know he had.

Gerard’s face mirrored his fury as he forcefully grabbed Mikey’s collar and lifted his feet off the carpeted floor.

“Let me go!” Mikey protested, trying to pull free.

“Mikey, it’s my life!! I can spend it however I want to!! Plus, it’ll help the band!!” Gerard screeched, his face inches from Mikey’s.
The younger brother turned his head away again, sickened by the stench of Gerard’s breath. “Like that’ll ever happen!! Did you forget about when at Warped you were so dysfunctional from being high, that your pants fell down in the middle of ‘I’m Not Okay’ and you didn’t even notice?” he spat in response to his brother’s lies.

Gerard scowled at Mikey and lifted him up higher. With a great burst of speed, he toppled the coffee table over and sped forward, thrusting Mikey against the wall. “Don’t you DARE disrespect me like that again!!” he yelled.

Mikey felt the back of his head bang against something hard and began to feel light-headed. With a moan, his body went limp and his vision faded. With what little feeling he had left, he felt his back slide down the wall and knew that Gerard had released him. He heard Ray call out his name, and felt a pair of rough hands catch him before he hit the floor, Bob.

It’s all Gerard’s fault… Mikey thought weakly. Why the band is falling apart, it’s all because of him…Why I’m in pain, he’s the cause… No… It’s the drugs… the pills, the alcohol…the poison.


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 (Gerard's POV)
I walked into my apartment, well, the apartment that I share with my best friend, Frank, to see a shocking sight. Frank was there, on the white bed, bleeding. The blood was covering the bed, continuing to bleed uncontrollably onto the white sheets.
"Frankie! What are you doing? What happened to you?" I hastily ran over to him, horrified at the shapes of the cuts. 'I love you' had been painfully etched into his arm. It bled, and bled, and bled, blood flowing onto the white sheets, as i heard Frank faintly whispering something.
"The note will explain everything" Was all he said, before his body went limp. I looked at the bedside table, my eyes spotting a blood splattered note among the pieces of broken glass. It was folded in half, with 'To Gerard' scribbled on the outside in smudged black pen. I unfolded it, even more shocked by what was written inside.

To Gerard,
I saw you. I saw you kissing your girlfriend on the side of the street. It ripped my heart in two. You didn't even tell my you had a girlfriend.
I love you. For years not, even through high school. I will never stop loving you, not even through death. You will never know how much.
Yours eternally, Frankie <3

Tears were flowing heavily down my cheeks. He was gone, and it was all my fault. He loved me, and I never noticed enough to realise. All i could do was cry into his black t-shirt. Cry as the words 'yours eternally' played over in my head. Cry at what I had caused.