Sleeping With Ghosts

Gerard

Mikey was quiet after I blurted it out, I wasn't sure what he was going to say. I didn't want to tell him, fuck I didn't even want to admit it, but Brian was controlling me now and I couldn't deny that. "Brian was just talking to me at first, saying I should work out, and I did. He helped me with my routine. Then he said that I would look better with black hair. He even followed me to the salon when they dyed it. He'd been touching me the whole time, hugging me and stuff but I was sort of shrugging it off as him being a little over enthusiastic..."

I was quiet for a minute then continued with my story. "Then one night he came to me, and he looked so angry. I was trying to get away from him when he suddenly became corporeal! Do you know how rare it is for a ghost to do that Mikey? It'd be like me walking on water! Then when he did he, he..." I gasped, feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks. I had to finish, I had to let him know! His face was blank, he wasn't saying a word so I nodded. "He threw me down on the bed. He ripped off my pants and... and... he raped me. He's been doing it every night since then. And I wanted to tell you but I was so afraid! Mikey please, please don't hate me." I pleaded with him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his pajamas.

Suddenly, he pulled his arm away and shoved me, hard enough I hit the bed. He stood and stared down at me. "You're fucking crazy!" He yelled, backing out of the room. "You need help!" And with that he was gone. I stared after him, astounded. And I started crying again. I knew right then, my life was over.

Mikey

I burst into Mom and Dad's room, waking them up. "Gerard needs help!" I yelled, turning on the lights. Dad looked a little bleary eyed as he said, "What do you mean Mike?" "Dad, I just talked to Gerard, he says a ghost has been raping him!" Now they were both awake and sitting up. "But that's ridiculous! Ghosts can't rape people." Mom said. "I know that, but that's what Gerard says... I hate to say it but I think he needs to be committed." I told them. They seemed to think about this for a minute then they both nodded. Dad got on the phone immediately and called up a doctor friend of his as Mom put on a robe and went to Gerard's room to talk to him.

I felt lousy, I was pretty much ratting out my brother but for fuck's sake! A ghost, raping him? I don't think so! He'd officially lost his fucking mind. Mom brought Gerard into their room as Dad talked to his friend. He wouldn't look at anybody as Dad talked, finally he hung up and sighed. "Alright, they're going to be sending the ambulance in a few minutes. Gerard, I'm sorry but this is too much. We're going to send you to the Golden Grove Psychiatric Institute until you get over this ghost thing. Now go with your Mom and pack a bag, okay son?" He just nodded and Mom lead him out.

Dad got up and hugged me, then sighed and let me go. "I'm sorry Mike, I really am... Just go back to your room and try to sleep okay kiddo?" "Alright Dad." I replied then did as he asked. When I got there I crawled under my covers and thought. My brother was being committed... And it was all my fault! Damn, this just sucked ass monkeys! I thought I could hear someone laughing, but I just figured the neighbors had their TV up again and quickly fell asleep.