By The Lake

Chapter 1

Mikey the Breakfast Monkey

Gerard was slowly awaking from his sleep when the morning light had started to shine through a crack in the bedroom window. Last thing he recalled was having a hard time with his family lately so not everything was smooth at all and his dreams were reminding him of it. And come to think of it he really did feel tired enough to believe he must have gone to bed at an unholy hour-either that or the unholy hour was right now-.

He was awakening from a horrible dream that was starting to disappear into some kind of darkness in the back of his head. Leaving himself confused and mushed for whatever sight he just lived subconsciously.

He was tired and maybe even a bit broken but the overall feel of the need to get up was winning the battle. After slowly opening his eyes and feeling rather seeing the light pouring through his eyes he decided that he'd try to get up. The light hit directly to his eyes as he lifted his head, causing both of his arms to drop over his face letting out a muffled groan. He reached out with his right hand pulling onto the blankets that were half-stuffed under his body, they were uncomfortably warm but the light was tempting to kill at any moment. When almost achieving his mission to cover himself from light he noticed loud elephant-like footsteps down the hall coming closer and closer to the bedroom. All of this happens too quick and too fast for him to react. That same elephant-like energy caused the door to thud loudly against the wall, probably even leaving a permanent dent where the doorknob hit.

"Gee, get the fuck up! Breakfast, now." Mikey, Gerard's little brother roared frustration already striking through the younger boy's voice. Pointing back with his left hand where the kitchen was, apparently now waiting for him.

Mikey was quick to leave when he saw Gerard stare at him wide-eyed as if confused. Gerard groaned grumpily and turned over hugging the very uncomfortable blankets that were now in reach burrowing his face deeply under them. He was tired and needed sleep, everything seemed so off.

What was happening? Why did he wake up to a room that had his things but couldn't remember ever being there. Was his family still mad? They could be, he felt like nothing made sense and at the same time he felt like it might only be a made up idea in his head because of the dreams he had recently and maybe the dreams were just a clue but it was getting late and he needed to start getting up.

When his eyes were finally starting to adapt he looked around at the slightly dim room, there was light but not too much. Except for a space the blanket in the window wasn't covering still leaving him feeling hurt if he turned towards it. He felt a strange air of déjà-vu. He knew where he was but was still unable to put a finger on the where exactly or the situation that led him there. His mind was still mush and he really wasn't planning on getting up in a while but as every morning's inconvenience his bladder had other plans.

"Hmmnng..." Gerard moaned for all the uncomfortableness everywhere. He was now sure that sleep ideas were not going to work out, well at least not today.

Groaning and grunting in defeat Gerard finally managed to get up.

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Gerard was washing his hands as quickly as possible but even that couldn't stop him from staring at himself in the mirror. He actually looked a bit normal today and not as tired as he thought. He noticed he had a few freckles on his still pale face and his greasy messy brownish hair didn't help. Gerard felt disgusting sometimes sickly pale or fat all over. His baby face didn't make up for any of it but it was reasonable he was barely a teen after all. And he was already disgusted.

When he finally arrived at the kitchen and after surviving to the beautiful and comfortable thoughts of dying and that dying meant sleep and never have to awaken again, his mind had no longer tried to figure out where he was and why. All he knew now was that his family was there, it was extremely warm, probably summer and it smelled like coffee. Gerard knew that if the smell of coffee ever meant discomfort and fear, then Gerard really didn't want to live this life.