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This can't be heaven it feels like i'm in hell.
By Schadenfreude

 

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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1515;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\i\f0\fs24 "hehe" i sat up, i was sitting on
the tour bus alone. Bob and Ray was getting some shut eye before we went on the road again. then i
heard it again "i was like Woah! i killed so many plants!" i looked towards the door to see. Frank
stagering in, holding up a drunken Gerard. i sighed getting up and helping Frank carry him to the
Sofa. "Gerard?" i asked, his unfocased eyes strained on my face. "Gerard." i said again. he looked
right into my eyes. "your drunk again!" i cried. Gerard jumped a little. "i-i guess...i am" he
muted, looking from my face to Franks and back again. "Look..." said Frank sitting next to him.
"listen to your little brother Gerard." i paused. "yeah. come on Gerard, one day i dont know your
going to drink your self to death...please Gerard...i dont want that...i wouldnt be able to life
with myself if you died...please Gerard. see sense!" Gerard's drunken smiled had faded totaly from
his face now, his eyes focased on my own, his face paling by the second. Frank got up and headed to
the kitchen. it was nine at night. we was heading on the road anytime now. i sat down next to
Gerard. he moaned as i sat down, holding his stomace. i sighed putting an arm around his shoulder.
"see if you had listened to Bring me the horizons song! you would know!" Gerard looked at me. "i
dont give a fuck about them...uh..." he held his mouth together and leaned back into the sofa. Frank
returned with a bucket. his face in a pittiful emotion. i nodded. "thanks." i muted as Gerard didnt
seem able to speak. i offered him the bucket but he simply shuck his head. "uh..." came a sleeply
voice. "whats going off in here?" we looked around to see Bob and Ray walking towards us, they
caught sight of Gerard and knew right away. Drink. i heard Gerard take a rattling breath before
saying weakly. "nothing...just sleep...." he broke off. i looked at him unsure if he was going to
throw up. "...sleep..." he muted. Ray seemed to know something we didnt as he nodded. "i guess
so..." we all looked from the drunken Gerard to the sleepy Ray. "i-i'll tell y-you l-later" Gerard
stutted. Ray and Bob nodded before heading back to bed. i offered Gerard the bucket again, he took
it this time. i turned to Frank. "look Frank you can go get some sleep to ya know? he's my brother i
should look after him...you dont have to stay if you dont want to." Frank smiled at me. "nah i'll be
fine. i wanna make sure he is ok" i nodded. "fair enough" we sat in silence for a while before Frank
spoke up. "i'll be back in a second." he muted before heading towards the bed area. i knew he was
tired now and was off to get some sleep. Gerard suddenly bolted up, pulling the bucket towards him
and throwing up. i placed my arm back around his shoulders and rubbed it up and down his back giving
him some small comfort. "its ok Gerard." then i heard him whimpering. "w-whats up?" i asked a little
shocked. "i-i'm a waste..." he muted. "p-please dont..." he broke off to throw up. "d-dont ever d-do
this Mikey...i-i beg you..." i felt sudden hot tears running down my face. "i-i wont..." he suddenly
looked at me, his eyes fixed, staring deeply into my own, a little vomit on his chin. "Promise me"
he said his tone of voice changing. "i-i promise" i whispered. Gerard's mouth twitched into a smile.
"g-good" he muted. he leaned over the bucket again. "...Gerard? Promise me something..." Gerard
looked at me, his eyes slowly going blood shot and unfocased again. "cut back..." i muted. "stop
drinking Gee. You will end up killing yourself! please Gee!" i begged him, he smiled. "i will try
Mikey...i promise you....i promise you all-" he broke off again, it was then i saw that the other
members were standing in the door watching us. Frank walked over to us, leaning down to whisper into
Gerard's ear. "we will help you Gee...if its the last thing we do. We promise too" i saw Gerard look
up at him slighty. a smile playing on his pale lips. \par
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An hour later, we was all sitting in the sitting area, Gerard now asleep on my shoulder. Frank had
clicked on the radio. "and next up is Football seasion is over by Bring me the horizon" the man
said. "if your drunk then you really should listen to this song!" i looked at Frank who seemed to
know it...i thought "you know this?" i asked trying not to wake Gerard. he gave a short nod.
"yeah...cuz of Gee's drinking a fan posted something on...my space saying. Play him this song it
will make him see sense and if Oli Sykes can cut back on drinking then Gerard can and plus Oli's was
worse!" i felt confused, this seemed to show on my face as Frank laughed. "the song says. The
hardest part of today is the hangover." i nodded. "its about going out and getting drunk then the
next the after effects of it all" he glanced sadly at Gerard. i nodded, putting my head on top of
his. his sweaty hair stuck to my face but i didnt care. i just enjoyed the fact my older brother was
here with me. \i0\fs20\par
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