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Lost and Never Found
By blasphemy

 

He was a disappointment, a bloody failure. His life has recently crumbled around him and he had made no effort whatsoever to rebuild it. Instead, however, the raven-haired boy drowned himself in his sorrows and liquor. His life now consisted of liquor, liquor and more liquor. It was pitiful. He dropped out of school and came back to Jersey, where pollution waited to thief his soul.

Nothing has changed from this night, except the amount of it occurring. He stumbles past the swaying doors and spinning staircases. Far off in this demon raging behind his eyes, Gerard is captive. As if the demon had the days as well, they strung around each other and suffocated him.

Gerard figures he has lost his footing when he feels his knees slap sharply against the ice-cold tile floor. Recollecting his sloppy, second hand composure, he stumbles into a door he recognizes as the door of his apartment.

He fumbles with the keys and the knob so vigorously that before he can actually stick <i>the right key</i> in, the door swings open. The greeting he receives is that of a savage doe. It was a cold, hard glare of bright hazel eyes.

He grins sloppily at the boy and slurs, "Hey!" stretching the syllables.

Hardly amused, the boy leaves the door, walking swift and stiff. Gerard rolls his eyes and childishly sticks his tongue out at the boy's back. He slams the door unintentionally and trails after his younger companion, calling his name happily. "Mikey!"

The unnaturally thin boy spun on his heel. Anger fled from his skin, too intense for words. "<b><i><u>What? </u></i></b>" he hissed viciously.

Gerard made a kissy face in his drunken stupor, "<i>I loooove youuu</i>."

The boy dubbed Mikey scowls at his brother's behavior. Michael was younger and smaller. <b>How dare he be so disrespectful! </b> "Michael!" he roars, beckoning.

Mickey turns again and seethes a response, like poison on his tongue, "<u>WHAT! </u>"

"I'm older than you damn it. Show me <i>some</i> respect!"

In his mind, that is what Gerard thought he said but really, the intense slurs impaired his sentence so the result was slow, diluted syllables.

Mikey scoffed then stalked towards his sibling, angel fuming off his skin. "You're so older than me, huh? Then start fucking acting like it! To get respect you have to give it first. Besides, prove to me you even <i>deserve</i> it."

Gerard scowled, having no response to his brother's words.

Mikey nodded knowingly and spat an insult as if it was the simplest thing ever to grace humanity. "Alcoholic."

Gerard's eyes flames, ignited with rage and he bit his tongue. The words he fought back were nothing but incoherent swears. His eyes shut suddenly and a wave of darkness fell across his vision. He felt his body physically sway. He stumbled backwards, unintentionally. His fists flew, pressuring against his temple to relieve his headache.

Mikey frowned, the knowledge of what was yet to occur sparked in his head. The fury he held just a moment before dissipated like water as his heart shattered like glass on floor. He could practically hear the shards split on the cold floor.

Gerard's knees fell forward once more and before he could catch himself, he felt his face slap against the chilling floor. Mikey did nothing, knowing any movement would only create a nuisance for his brother.

This was his brother, his kin, flesh and fucking blood. They had shared a childhood, a lifetime together by bond and relation. Instead, he sank to the floor, whimpers sputtering from his lips. Thoughts and ideas released from his mind as he clutched his shoulders in attempt to control the sobs that racked them. Mikey doubled over himself, clutching his stomach and his head at times, weeping for his brother.

The only thought that ever crossed his mind was <i>how many more nights of sobbing and screaming would he have to endure before Gerard drank himself to death?</i>

 

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