Sleeping With Ghosts

Mikey

When Mom woke me up for school the next day, I actually didn't remember what had happened the night before. I went to Gerard's room as usual to wake him up and didn't find him there. Then last night came back to me. My head dropped, I was still ashamed of what I'd done to my brother. Hell he'd never lied about ghosts before, why would he start now? I walked in.. As usual it was a total sty, but that's just how he was.

I was poking around a bit when I heard laughter again. it was weird, it sounded like the laughter from last night! Suddenly, it felt like someone had pushed me, and I was slammed hard into the opposite wall. I felt a hand at my throat but I couldn't move, I couldn't even scream! "So you must be Michael." It was like a picture coming into focus, how he appeared. The first thing I thought when I saw this was, 'Fuck, I am never going to be able to make this up to Gerard.'

His face had angular but soft features, blue eyes that were accentuated by the dark kohl and eyeshadow he wore, and lips that were full and had almost a tortured look to them, brought to full force with the lip gloss he was wearing. His hair was black and about shoulder length, making him look even more androgynous. He wore a black sleeveless turtleneck over an off the shoulder black long sleeved shirt, and black woolen pants, giving him a futuristic look. Oddly enough, he was barefoot and his nails and toenails were painted black.

"Brian." Was all I could manage. Who else could it be? "So, you're not as stupid as you seem." Brian released my throat and let me collapse on the floor. I was gasping as he paced, staring down at me with contempt. His eyes were flashing with anger, like he was trying to decide what he'd do to me first. "You've caused me a lot of trouble little boy. Gerard was coming along so nicely, then you had to ruin the ride." I stood up and circled around him, trying to see if I could sneak out of the room, but the door slammed before I could.

"Oh no you don't, you're not going anywhere." "My parents are gonna wonder where I am if I'm not downstairs." I said stupidly. Brian just laughed and surprised me by floating right through the wall, to MY room! I didn't have time to think about this as I was hit in the face with my own clothes. "Dress in here. You're not getting out until I'm finished with you." Brian said, smiling as he walked back through the wall.

"How do I know you're not going to do to me what you did to my brother?" I asked him, getting angry now. "Oh please! Like I'd bother with a skinny little nobody like you. Now get dressed or you're going to find out I can do more than fuck a living person." Brian growled. I did as he asked, taking off my pajamas and dressing as he paced the room. When I'd pulled on my sneakers he looked me up and down again. "At least you clean up nice. Now down to business. We need to get Gerard out of that place, it's a fucking hell hole."

"Why don't you just appear to the medical board and scare them into letting him out." I said sarcastically. "Can only appear to one person at a time, part of my parole as it were, otherwise I would." "Wait a minute, why am I listening to you?! You've been raping my brother!" Brian seemed completely surprised by this, staring at me like I'd just grown a second head. "Is that what he told you? You can't rape the willing Michael." Then we both stilled, Mom was in the hallway calling my name. I turned back to Brian but he was gone, the door was open.

Mom poked her head in, surprise evident on her face. "Honey, what are you doing in here?" "Just trying to find my lap top, I let Gerard borrow it." I replied, pulling my computer off his desk and grabbing the power cord off the nightstand. She smiled at me and kissed my forehead. "Alright... And don't worry about your brother sweetheart, I'm sure he's fine."