Two for Tragedy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,450
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
“. . . but I wasn't pulling my hair out and nearly burning myself with cigarettes.”
I had the bright idea yesterday that I may have actually [b]sent[/b] what I had done of Part 6 to my email, which I do on occasion in case of a computer crash. Guess what?
*feels incredibly stupid*
Oh, and someone suggested a Gerard/Bert thing. I'm sorry, but I can't. It would be a total ripoff of the story that inspired me and since I'm already dealing with someone who plagarized MY story, I'm unwilling to take that chance.
Two for Tragedy
Part Six: “. . . but I wasn't pulling my hair out and nearly burning myself with cigarettes.”
A mother’s love
Is a sacrifice
Together sleeping
Keeping it all
***Gerard’s POV***
He was right, after all. What right did I have to be that upset over a few things Matt said when Mikey's the one that . . .
I'm supposed to protect him. I'm supposed to make sure nothing happens to him and that no one hurts him. I couldn't do that before and I'm too fucking chickenshit to punch the guy who did it. I'm trying to stay strong for him, but in truth I've never been weaker.
They took a right. I had no idea where they were going. I turned the radio down and lit a cigarette as I chased the beat up car around Belleville. It's raining and this probably wasn't the best idea. I'm half worried about them slipping on the rain, even though I'm pretty sure Frankie is a little worried about the whole situation himself.
He is a good kid. He may have gotten my brother started smoking and going to parties, but he really cares about Mikey. Mikey's better when he's around Frankie, minus the drinking and smoking. I'm hoping that's enough to keep him from doing something stupid.
Shit. Stop lights. And this just happened to be the one where Frankie slipped past on yellow and I was stuck waiting on a red one to turn green with no chance whatsoever of being able to run it without getting in a wreck because, believe me, I would have.
When I finally managed to make the left turn, I nearly choked. What the hell were they doing in this part of town? I wouldn't have recognized it except that I happened to glance at the street sign and no one comes to East 14th unless they're trying to score.
But Mikey wouldn't do that.
I realize exactly what it looked like and all parents think that when they find out that their kids on drugs, but I knew it. I know my brother better than I know myself because that's what I have to do. How do you think I knew about the rape before he said anything? How do you think I know when he's going to a party the second he walks in the door? There's a millimeter difference to his smile. What parent knows these things?
Mikey doesn't care when people do drugs. He says he and Frankie don't because they want to be conscious for all decisions they make. I know the actuality of it is Mikey understands that if he gets caught doing drugs he'll become a ward of the state.
And as much as Mikey thinks he hates me right now, I know him. Even if he did manage to get something he'd never take it. Frankie wouldn't let him if he tried.
I'm still driving, turning my head either way as I pass an intersection. I don't know how the hell I'm going to find them. My hands are shaking and I put my cigarette out in the ashtray as I try to decide all the places he might be. But I don't know a damn thing about East 14th. Except for pot a couple times in high school and some Xanex, I've never done anything worse than your typical drinking and smoking.
I was still glancing down alleyways and streets dark enough to make a vampire freak out when Frankie's car cuts me off with a series of tire squeals and Mikey flipped me off from through the driver's seat window. Somehow he got Frankie to switch places with him. I changed my mind. I'm going to fucking murder that kid.
Frankie rolled his window down and he yelled something that I don't catch. I saw Mikey grab Frankie's wrist and I could tell he was yelling, meaning I had just missed something really important. And then Mikey pulled over. He pulled over and kept his window rolled down and I was shocked. I got out of my car and walked over to the gun metal grey one Mikey's driving.
He looked at me, eyes cold and calculated. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home tonight." Frankie was mouthing something I'm not quite catching and Mikey turned to look at him, angrily clamping a hand over his best friend's mouth.
"Mikey, you're coming home now." I reached for his wrist and he bit my hand, putting the car in drive and slamming on the gas. Now I was covered in mud and storming back to my car, but at least I knew where the moron was going.
Frankie only managed so much while Mikey had him in a damn chokehold, but it was enough.
I'd never seen Mikey like this before in my life, this angry. I made a mental note that I was going to get him an appointment with a therapist right after I put him under house arrest for the remainder of his natural-born life.
He lost me eventually at another stop light, but I wasn't as freaked out. Don't get me wrong, I was still terrified of what would happen if I didn't get there in time, but I wasn't pulling my hair out and nearly burning myself with cigarettes.
But I was crying, although it took a few minutes to realize it. I didn’t usually wish for Mom and Dad to still be alive. For one, I hated dwelling on it. They were dead and nothing I could do was ever going to change that. For another, I couldn’t risk getting lost in their death and forgetting what I owed Mikey.
But at this moment, as I was crying and taking turns too quickly, I wished for it. I knew that this never would have happened if they would have been alive. I was so angry at myself. I fucked up so badly. I didn’t know if this was the right thing to be doing anymore. He might be better off being a ward of the state.
I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head as I almost hit another car. I’d have to think about that later, when I could afford to. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand and gasped out loud when I saw Frankie’s car.
I saw Mikey screaming and Frankie almost crying as I parked mine next to it. This wasn’t the 7-11 Frankie had mouthed to me, but that wasn’t a bad thing. When Mikey saw me, his face darkened. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Keeping you from doing something stupid.” I reached for his arm, but he stepped back. “Mikey, I’m not in the mood for your games. Get in the fucking car.”
“Mikey, just listen to him.” Frankie pleaded from behind his best friend.
“Shut up!” Mikey snarled.
“Mikey, we can talk about this at home.” I said. “We’ll talk as long as you want. Or we don’t have to talk. Whatever you want. Just get into the car.”
“Mikey—“
“I told you to shut up!” my brother snapped, turning around to glare at his best friend. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”
I reached out and grabbed Mikey’s arm, nearly falling backward when his other fist connected with my mouth. But I didn’t have time to feel any emotion or have any other reaction, because that was when the motorcycle had bypassed the one building between this empty parking lot and the gas station. And now it was turning off.
Mikey’s eyes widened and Frankie shoved him at me. “Gee?” My brother’s voice was suddenly filled with terror.
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Does that work? Remember, this scene still has to be told through Mikey and Frankie’s points of view.
:)
*feels incredibly stupid*
Oh, and someone suggested a Gerard/Bert thing. I'm sorry, but I can't. It would be a total ripoff of the story that inspired me and since I'm already dealing with someone who plagarized MY story, I'm unwilling to take that chance.
Two for Tragedy
Part Six: “. . . but I wasn't pulling my hair out and nearly burning myself with cigarettes.”
A mother’s love
Is a sacrifice
Together sleeping
Keeping it all
***Gerard’s POV***
He was right, after all. What right did I have to be that upset over a few things Matt said when Mikey's the one that . . .
I'm supposed to protect him. I'm supposed to make sure nothing happens to him and that no one hurts him. I couldn't do that before and I'm too fucking chickenshit to punch the guy who did it. I'm trying to stay strong for him, but in truth I've never been weaker.
They took a right. I had no idea where they were going. I turned the radio down and lit a cigarette as I chased the beat up car around Belleville. It's raining and this probably wasn't the best idea. I'm half worried about them slipping on the rain, even though I'm pretty sure Frankie is a little worried about the whole situation himself.
He is a good kid. He may have gotten my brother started smoking and going to parties, but he really cares about Mikey. Mikey's better when he's around Frankie, minus the drinking and smoking. I'm hoping that's enough to keep him from doing something stupid.
Shit. Stop lights. And this just happened to be the one where Frankie slipped past on yellow and I was stuck waiting on a red one to turn green with no chance whatsoever of being able to run it without getting in a wreck because, believe me, I would have.
When I finally managed to make the left turn, I nearly choked. What the hell were they doing in this part of town? I wouldn't have recognized it except that I happened to glance at the street sign and no one comes to East 14th unless they're trying to score.
But Mikey wouldn't do that.
I realize exactly what it looked like and all parents think that when they find out that their kids on drugs, but I knew it. I know my brother better than I know myself because that's what I have to do. How do you think I knew about the rape before he said anything? How do you think I know when he's going to a party the second he walks in the door? There's a millimeter difference to his smile. What parent knows these things?
Mikey doesn't care when people do drugs. He says he and Frankie don't because they want to be conscious for all decisions they make. I know the actuality of it is Mikey understands that if he gets caught doing drugs he'll become a ward of the state.
And as much as Mikey thinks he hates me right now, I know him. Even if he did manage to get something he'd never take it. Frankie wouldn't let him if he tried.
I'm still driving, turning my head either way as I pass an intersection. I don't know how the hell I'm going to find them. My hands are shaking and I put my cigarette out in the ashtray as I try to decide all the places he might be. But I don't know a damn thing about East 14th. Except for pot a couple times in high school and some Xanex, I've never done anything worse than your typical drinking and smoking.
I was still glancing down alleyways and streets dark enough to make a vampire freak out when Frankie's car cuts me off with a series of tire squeals and Mikey flipped me off from through the driver's seat window. Somehow he got Frankie to switch places with him. I changed my mind. I'm going to fucking murder that kid.
Frankie rolled his window down and he yelled something that I don't catch. I saw Mikey grab Frankie's wrist and I could tell he was yelling, meaning I had just missed something really important. And then Mikey pulled over. He pulled over and kept his window rolled down and I was shocked. I got out of my car and walked over to the gun metal grey one Mikey's driving.
He looked at me, eyes cold and calculated. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home tonight." Frankie was mouthing something I'm not quite catching and Mikey turned to look at him, angrily clamping a hand over his best friend's mouth.
"Mikey, you're coming home now." I reached for his wrist and he bit my hand, putting the car in drive and slamming on the gas. Now I was covered in mud and storming back to my car, but at least I knew where the moron was going.
Frankie only managed so much while Mikey had him in a damn chokehold, but it was enough.
I'd never seen Mikey like this before in my life, this angry. I made a mental note that I was going to get him an appointment with a therapist right after I put him under house arrest for the remainder of his natural-born life.
He lost me eventually at another stop light, but I wasn't as freaked out. Don't get me wrong, I was still terrified of what would happen if I didn't get there in time, but I wasn't pulling my hair out and nearly burning myself with cigarettes.
But I was crying, although it took a few minutes to realize it. I didn’t usually wish for Mom and Dad to still be alive. For one, I hated dwelling on it. They were dead and nothing I could do was ever going to change that. For another, I couldn’t risk getting lost in their death and forgetting what I owed Mikey.
But at this moment, as I was crying and taking turns too quickly, I wished for it. I knew that this never would have happened if they would have been alive. I was so angry at myself. I fucked up so badly. I didn’t know if this was the right thing to be doing anymore. He might be better off being a ward of the state.
I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head as I almost hit another car. I’d have to think about that later, when I could afford to. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand and gasped out loud when I saw Frankie’s car.
I saw Mikey screaming and Frankie almost crying as I parked mine next to it. This wasn’t the 7-11 Frankie had mouthed to me, but that wasn’t a bad thing. When Mikey saw me, his face darkened. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Keeping you from doing something stupid.” I reached for his arm, but he stepped back. “Mikey, I’m not in the mood for your games. Get in the fucking car.”
“Mikey, just listen to him.” Frankie pleaded from behind his best friend.
“Shut up!” Mikey snarled.
“Mikey, we can talk about this at home.” I said. “We’ll talk as long as you want. Or we don’t have to talk. Whatever you want. Just get into the car.”
“Mikey—“
“I told you to shut up!” my brother snapped, turning around to glare at his best friend. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”
I reached out and grabbed Mikey’s arm, nearly falling backward when his other fist connected with my mouth. But I didn’t have time to feel any emotion or have any other reaction, because that was when the motorcycle had bypassed the one building between this empty parking lot and the gas station. And now it was turning off.
Mikey’s eyes widened and Frankie shoved him at me. “Gee?” My brother’s voice was suddenly filled with terror.
---
Does that work? Remember, this scene still has to be told through Mikey and Frankie’s points of view.
:)