Mikey makes a new name for himself
You began to claw the walls behind you in an attempt to stand. Although we both knew that your attempt would be futile. Your body trembled and you began to sob quietly. I grinned; I was enjoying witnessing your pain.
But the time had to come to end it all and while it saddened me, I knew the suffering you would be experiencing next would thrill me even more. I gripped your wrist and reached into my back pocket. Out I drew was a blade that glistened in the dim light. I admired it for a moment before placing it on your wrist.
“Please Mikey, please don’t do this to me,” you pleaded. “In what way have I wronged you? You’re my little brother, Mikey. You know I would never try to bring you any harm.”
I grimaced. I would always just be your little brother. I could be nothing more. That is, unless I had any say in it. I would make a new name for myself. There would be no more of living in your shadow.
And so I slid the blade across your left wrist before doing the same on your right. Blood spilled onto the floor.
“Mikey is no longer with us. I am Gerard’s killer now.”