His fist collided with the wall beside us, causing us to cower and me to hug him closer,
"You fucking faggot!" The man yelled, eyes full of hatred and rage, "Get out of this house! I don't want no fairy as a son!" He screamed, causing the thirteen year old in my arms to shake and sob harder.
I could hear my mother crying downstairs, the man storming down to throw more of the broken glass in the poor woman's face.
"G-gerard?" Mikey cried, looking up at me,
"Yeah Mikes?" I sniffled sadly,
"Please don't forget about me when I'm gone."
That night I found him. Found him laying on the blood stained carpets of his bedroom floor, empty bottle of anxiety pills in hand.
His Anthrax posters hanging lifelessly behind him.
I screamed. I screamed and cried as I shook him, begging for the young boy to wake up. To tell me it was all a joke. To run away from him and all of our problems.
I screamed as my poor mother was thrown down the stairs. I screamed as he bashed her head in.
I screamed when he went after me. When he failed. When he took everything from me.
I screamed when the police took him away. I screamed the night they told me I'd have to live on my own. I screamed.
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To The End - Frerard
FanfictionImagine what it would be like for young Gerard Way to have a loved one. A savour. Hey, a boy can dream right? //TW// - !graphic imagery/scenes of s*icide / s*lf-harm, slurs, swearing, abuse, violence!
