Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > You Can Cry All You Want to...


by XxkelseyxX 3 reviews

please review if you want to see more i'm so unmotivated right now.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: G - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Published: 2008-09-05 - Updated: 2008-09-06 - 1246 words

"Mikey?" Brooklyn's voice brought me back from my daydream.

I sat up on the bed. "Hmm,"

"Bad news."


"Gerard's still here...and he kinda has to drive you home."

I groaned, falling back onto the bed. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Well, might as well get this over with." I heaved my bags up onto my shoulders. I kissed Brooklyn goodbye, telling her I'd call her when I got settled.

"Oh, and you're doctor has to talk to you again before you leave."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

She nodded, and I walked away.

I walked into the main reception area to see Gerard fiddling with his keys, looking more nervous than I felt, talking to my doctor.

"Brook said you had to see me."

He looked over at me, "Yes, Michael, here are your personal effects," he said handing me a plastic ziploc bag with WAY written across it. "And I've arranged a sponsor for you," he said, handing me a card with a name and phone number scrawled across it. "Just in case you feel like giving up. Call him, he's a great listener."

I stared at the card in disbelief. "Alright, well thanks."

"Good luck."

I brushed past Gerard and walked out the doors.


I ignored him, however childish that may have been.


I took a deep breath and continued to walked forward.

I heard him groan. "I won't drive you if you're just going to ignore me."

"Don't, I'll walk."

"Mikey don't be ridiculous its like five miles into town,"

I shrugged, refusing to look at him.

I stopped once I got outside, waiting to see if he would drive me or not. He liked to pretend he was a hard-ass, but let's be realistic, he was just an ass.

"Get in the fucking car Mikey."

I smiled smugly, climbing into the car and lighting a cigarette.

He grabbed the cigarette out of my mouth, "You're not getting this back until you talk to me,"

I rolled my eyes, pulling another one out of my pack.

He grabbed that one too.

"I'm not a fan of this game."

"It's not a game Mikey, you have to fucking talk to me eventually."

"Eventually being the keyword Gerard. Can I have my cigarettes back please?"

"You're acting like a child, and children can't smoke."

My eyes narrowed into slits. "I'm the fucking child?" I yelled, getting out of the car and lighting up another. I took a few long drags, calming me slightly.

Gerard walked around to my side of the car. "Mikey, what do you want from me? I'm sorry I'm a selfish asshole okay?"

I knew he was being sarcastic, which really wasn't helping the situation. "At least you can admit it."

"Mikey, I'm trying here, I really am, can you try too?"

"Not right now Gerard, see you're doing it again! I don't want to talk about it, can't you just wait till I'm ready?"

He stared at the ground. After a long pause he finally nodded. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry."

Winning arguments like this was a nice change. I got into the car, and watched my brother walk slowly around to his side.

The drive home was silent aside from the dull hum of the engine. We pulled up to my house and I began gathering my things.

"Mikey..." he started. I got out. "I really am–" I slammed the door and walked away.

I got inside and dropped everything, taking in the sweet smell of freedom and the staleness of a barely lived in home. I looked back outside, Gerard was still parked there, his face in his hands, shoulders shaking violently. "That's not going to work," I mumbled to myself, watching to make sure he left. He stayed for what felt like hours, the finally lifted his head and rubbing his eyes, regaining enough composure to drive away.

I unpacked my things, throwing most of my clothes in the laundry to attempt to rid them of the hospital smell. The last bag I came to was the ziploc bag containing my belt, mouthwash, nail clippers and a mickey of vodka. I contemplated drinking it, but however much I wanted to guzzle the whole thing right then and there, I decided there would probably be a greater need for it in the future and tucked it in my bedside table under some magazines.

I stared at the drawer, attempting to convince myself that's what I wanted. I reached for the drawer handle, slowly pulling it toward me. I wrapped my hand around the bottle and brought it out.
Pavlova. 25%. That would probably get me pretty wasted considering I hadn't had a drink in over a month.

I tapped my fingers on the plastic lid a couple of times before unscrewing it.

"Helloooo?" I heard from the back doorway.

"Shit," I mumbled. I set the bottle and lid on the table and traipsed into the kitchen. Frank and Kat were just walking in.

"Congratulations Mikes!" Kat squealed, her blonde waves bouncing as she bounded up and hugged me.

"Thanks," I replied.

Frank grinned. "So, Mikey, you're a free man, what are you going to do today."

I hadn't really thought about it. What do people do when they vacation? I had planned to drink the six months away, which I suppose was still an option. The house would be too lonely and boring for my liking. I didn't want to go away because I couldn't leave Brooklyn--

"Shit. Brooklyn," I mumbled to myself, pulling my phone from my pocket. "Frank what's the hospital's number?"

He pulled out his phone and clicked a few buttons, rattling off a number which I then dialed into my phone. Frank and Kat exchanged looks of confusion, and I held up my index finger signaling I would only be a minute.

"Perspicuus Rehabilitation Centre, Alana speaking, how may I help you today?"

"Uh...hi. I want to talk to Brooklyn Fielding. She's in Pendeo wing..."

"Alright I will transfer you down there, one moment please."

I found myself rolling my eyes at her overly cheery voice.

"Pendeo Wing, Alice speaking."

"Hello, may I please speak to Brooklyn Fielding?" I asked, as politely as possible. I heard Frank snicker at me. I glared at him sarcastically.

"Certainly, one moment please."

More than one moment later I heard Brook's voice greet me.

"Hey, how are you holding up?"

"I'm dying, I'm so glad you called."

"Well, I just realized how fucking bored I'm going to be for the next five months. Be really good and get the hell outta there for me, okay?"

She laughed. "I'll try. I think I might get an overnight soon."

"Awesome. Well, I should go, I have company."

"Tell Frank and Kat I say hi," she assumed.

"Alright I will," I replied, laughing, "I love you," I attempted again.

After a long pause she responded. "Bye Mikey,"

I shoved my phone into my pocket, sighing over-dramatically. "So, I had I pretty long day.." I hinted.

"Oh of course, sorry Mikey," Frank said, him and Kat heading toward the back door. "Give us a call if you get bored or whatever."

"Yeah, I'll do that." I said, while walking toward my room. I stood in the doorway and my eyes locked on that ever so friendly bottle. "Where were we?"

A/N I am so bitchy today. LOL Enjoy this.
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