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don't stop if i fall and don't look back
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* next morning *
Mikey slept in my bed that night, though he never did get to telling me what was wrong. I expect it was nightmares, or school, he's had those problems before and he acted just like this. I really do hate seeing my little brother cry I'm very protective over him, even if he doesn't know it and I don't show it. I care for him like I would with my own life if I hadn't already given up on it.
'Mikey, wake up. We have school today' I spoke quietly and groggily in to his ear and he turned and flipped around in my bed, hitting the mattress underneath us.
'No! I don't want to go' he spoke, his speech muffled by the pillow his face was sunk into.
'come on!' I said much louder and clearer and ripped the covers off us both and stood up. 'I'll make you some coffee.' As if by magic, the word coffee sent him standing upright and stumbling for my bathroom in no time.
I quickly threw on some old ripped black skinny jeans, a misfits top and a battered old black flag hoodie that had holes ripped in the sleeves for my thumbs. I took my backpack with me up into the small kitchen and hung it on the back of the first chair I saw and ran to the coffee maker for my daily fix, remembering I had to make one for Mikey too. I sat on the kitchen work top going through my school timetable in my head, trying to recall what I had after English first period. All my things where at school, pyjamas, spare clothes ( we go to boarding school) and most of my school books so I didn't need to pack much. The steam from the hot tap was swirling around my face and making shapes...wait... hot tap? I looked down to the right of me to see the hot water running into the sink and Mikey placing some dirty plates and bowls into the soapy water.
'Dishwasher isn't working' he said plainly, not looking up and he began to scrub the grease and dirt from the plate in his hand. He still had a small frown on his face, but I was happy to stop the tears from last night.
'Leave it, I'll do it. You get the coffee' I told him and slipped from the work top to swap places with my brother. He slipped past me and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard above our heads and placed them on the side. He filled both as much as he could and set one next to me.
'here. Thanks gee' he mumbled, not making eye contact and he walked out the kitchen, through the entrance hall and into the living room where he sat on the sofa with his back to me. I turned back to do the washing up quickly splashing water and bubbles all over myself and joined Mikey on the sofa with coffee in my hand, almost spilling it all over the floor.
'So, what's wrong Mikes?' I asked him, trying to look him in the eye but he turned his glazed eyes back to the cartoon on the television. I turned to face him more and got in front of his face 'Mikey, please talk to me.' I pleaded, looking into his eyes. He finally made eye contact with me and spoke simply,
'He's dead' he spoke as if he had only just accepted the fact. But I had no clue who he was talking about. 'Max.' his eyes couldn't hold back the tears anymore and one lone tear dragged its way down his right cheek. That one tear was full of so much feeling, al the emotions could fill a swimming pool.
'What? When...I...why didn't I know?...how?' I stuttered, I was so confused, I had seen him just two weeks ago with Mikey. I had been so caught up in my own problems that I hadn't realised he had been so upset for weeks. It must've shocked him to see me out of my bedroom. 'Oh Mikey I'm so sorry' I said sympathetically and threw my arms around his neck. He grabbed around my waist and hugged me tight. We used to be so close, we where inseparable. I missed him, and he missed me, maybe we could start again and become closer like old times. We stayed in that embrace with Mikey soaking my shirt for about 10 minuets when our mum walked in and destroyed our perfect brotherly moment.
'come on boys we're gunna be late!' she said waving her hand through the door, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing. I realised that my hair was almost longer than hers and considered cutting it, but I really couldn't be bothers and didn't trust anyone with scissors near my neck or face. Me and Mikey stood in a flash, gulped down our coffee and walked out of the living room door after mum. I ran into the kitchen to retrieve my shit little backpack from the chair and slipped my old ripped and battered grey converse on my feet before dragging a protesting Mikey by the hand into our small blue car waiting in the driveway. I sat in the back with a sniffling little brother, still holding back tears of his lost boyfriend. Life was harsh. The best people had to leave our lives and make ours worse.
The ride to school was shorter than usual because we left late and missed the rush. that was good I spose, except the fact we where late. We stepped out of the car and walked in to main reception to sign our names off the list when the receptionist quietly spoke to me.
'Gerard way? You have a new roommate joining you toady.' She smiled sweetly at me and I instantly regretted the way I reacted to this new information
'WHAT?! I've always had a room to myself! Why do i always get stuck with the new kid?!' I shouted, thumped the desk hard with my fist and stormed out of main reception leaving Mikey and my mum to say their goodbyes for the week. I started towards my dorm room, memorising the directions in my head. Right out of main reception, almost to the end of the corridor turn left through the upper years corridor, halfway through turn right up the stairs and my dorm was right at the end of the corridor or the right. I turned my key In the lock and threw in the door, expecting to see my new roommate lying on the couch. All dorms look the same one normal sized living room with a window on the opposite wall, one door in each far corner leading to two good sized bedrooms and another door in the bottom left corner as a spare room, there was an open doorway that led to the kitchen in the bottom right corner of the room. The living room had a small lime green loveseat facing the door far back almost by the window and a much bigger sofa facing the left wall and a big flat screen telly. All the doors where black and glossy but the front door was a dark blood red with our room number- 240- in a glossy white paint on the front.
I walked over to my bedroom door-far right- and kicked it open, threw my schoolbag on my bed and stood staring at my room. Something had changed. Yes it was still as messy as it could get and everything was in its place. My headboard leaning against the right wall facing my drawing desk covered in old unfinished paintings and sketches. I let it go, no one could get into my room without a key anyway, and went to sit at my desk. The new guy was really late, not a great first impression. Although classes didn't start for another our or so, we had to sign in by 10 o'clock but It was almost 11am.
I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my screwed up timetable. I straightened it out and read my lessons for today out loud. English, Science, Maths and PhisEd. We only had four lessons on a Monday so we start at midday and finish at 4pm, that gives us an hour and a half to shower and get ready for dinner in the cafeteria with our friends -if you have any.
After about 15 minuets of school loathing and giving myself enough time to calm down. there was a soft knock at the dorm door. He had a key, why not use it? I walked out of my bedroom and slowly strode towards the door, turning my stereo on on the way and reached out to push the smooth door handle down. I pulled open the door, the slight breeze playing with my hair, and was greeted by a shortish boy. He stood at the height of my nose and looked up to look at my face. His eyebrows furrowed, mirroring my expression. He looked kind of familiar.. It wasn't until I looked into his eyes that I recognised him as our new neighbour.
Mikey slept in my bed that night, though he never did get to telling me what was wrong. I expect it was nightmares, or school, he's had those problems before and he acted just like this. I really do hate seeing my little brother cry I'm very protective over him, even if he doesn't know it and I don't show it. I care for him like I would with my own life if I hadn't already given up on it.
'Mikey, wake up. We have school today' I spoke quietly and groggily in to his ear and he turned and flipped around in my bed, hitting the mattress underneath us.
'No! I don't want to go' he spoke, his speech muffled by the pillow his face was sunk into.
'come on!' I said much louder and clearer and ripped the covers off us both and stood up. 'I'll make you some coffee.' As if by magic, the word coffee sent him standing upright and stumbling for my bathroom in no time.
I quickly threw on some old ripped black skinny jeans, a misfits top and a battered old black flag hoodie that had holes ripped in the sleeves for my thumbs. I took my backpack with me up into the small kitchen and hung it on the back of the first chair I saw and ran to the coffee maker for my daily fix, remembering I had to make one for Mikey too. I sat on the kitchen work top going through my school timetable in my head, trying to recall what I had after English first period. All my things where at school, pyjamas, spare clothes ( we go to boarding school) and most of my school books so I didn't need to pack much. The steam from the hot tap was swirling around my face and making shapes...wait... hot tap? I looked down to the right of me to see the hot water running into the sink and Mikey placing some dirty plates and bowls into the soapy water.
'Dishwasher isn't working' he said plainly, not looking up and he began to scrub the grease and dirt from the plate in his hand. He still had a small frown on his face, but I was happy to stop the tears from last night.
'Leave it, I'll do it. You get the coffee' I told him and slipped from the work top to swap places with my brother. He slipped past me and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard above our heads and placed them on the side. He filled both as much as he could and set one next to me.
'here. Thanks gee' he mumbled, not making eye contact and he walked out the kitchen, through the entrance hall and into the living room where he sat on the sofa with his back to me. I turned back to do the washing up quickly splashing water and bubbles all over myself and joined Mikey on the sofa with coffee in my hand, almost spilling it all over the floor.
'So, what's wrong Mikes?' I asked him, trying to look him in the eye but he turned his glazed eyes back to the cartoon on the television. I turned to face him more and got in front of his face 'Mikey, please talk to me.' I pleaded, looking into his eyes. He finally made eye contact with me and spoke simply,
'He's dead' he spoke as if he had only just accepted the fact. But I had no clue who he was talking about. 'Max.' his eyes couldn't hold back the tears anymore and one lone tear dragged its way down his right cheek. That one tear was full of so much feeling, al the emotions could fill a swimming pool.
'What? When...I...why didn't I know?...how?' I stuttered, I was so confused, I had seen him just two weeks ago with Mikey. I had been so caught up in my own problems that I hadn't realised he had been so upset for weeks. It must've shocked him to see me out of my bedroom. 'Oh Mikey I'm so sorry' I said sympathetically and threw my arms around his neck. He grabbed around my waist and hugged me tight. We used to be so close, we where inseparable. I missed him, and he missed me, maybe we could start again and become closer like old times. We stayed in that embrace with Mikey soaking my shirt for about 10 minuets when our mum walked in and destroyed our perfect brotherly moment.
'come on boys we're gunna be late!' she said waving her hand through the door, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing. I realised that my hair was almost longer than hers and considered cutting it, but I really couldn't be bothers and didn't trust anyone with scissors near my neck or face. Me and Mikey stood in a flash, gulped down our coffee and walked out of the living room door after mum. I ran into the kitchen to retrieve my shit little backpack from the chair and slipped my old ripped and battered grey converse on my feet before dragging a protesting Mikey by the hand into our small blue car waiting in the driveway. I sat in the back with a sniffling little brother, still holding back tears of his lost boyfriend. Life was harsh. The best people had to leave our lives and make ours worse.
The ride to school was shorter than usual because we left late and missed the rush. that was good I spose, except the fact we where late. We stepped out of the car and walked in to main reception to sign our names off the list when the receptionist quietly spoke to me.
'Gerard way? You have a new roommate joining you toady.' She smiled sweetly at me and I instantly regretted the way I reacted to this new information
'WHAT?! I've always had a room to myself! Why do i always get stuck with the new kid?!' I shouted, thumped the desk hard with my fist and stormed out of main reception leaving Mikey and my mum to say their goodbyes for the week. I started towards my dorm room, memorising the directions in my head. Right out of main reception, almost to the end of the corridor turn left through the upper years corridor, halfway through turn right up the stairs and my dorm was right at the end of the corridor or the right. I turned my key In the lock and threw in the door, expecting to see my new roommate lying on the couch. All dorms look the same one normal sized living room with a window on the opposite wall, one door in each far corner leading to two good sized bedrooms and another door in the bottom left corner as a spare room, there was an open doorway that led to the kitchen in the bottom right corner of the room. The living room had a small lime green loveseat facing the door far back almost by the window and a much bigger sofa facing the left wall and a big flat screen telly. All the doors where black and glossy but the front door was a dark blood red with our room number- 240- in a glossy white paint on the front.
I walked over to my bedroom door-far right- and kicked it open, threw my schoolbag on my bed and stood staring at my room. Something had changed. Yes it was still as messy as it could get and everything was in its place. My headboard leaning against the right wall facing my drawing desk covered in old unfinished paintings and sketches. I let it go, no one could get into my room without a key anyway, and went to sit at my desk. The new guy was really late, not a great first impression. Although classes didn't start for another our or so, we had to sign in by 10 o'clock but It was almost 11am.
I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my screwed up timetable. I straightened it out and read my lessons for today out loud. English, Science, Maths and PhisEd. We only had four lessons on a Monday so we start at midday and finish at 4pm, that gives us an hour and a half to shower and get ready for dinner in the cafeteria with our friends -if you have any.
After about 15 minuets of school loathing and giving myself enough time to calm down. there was a soft knock at the dorm door. He had a key, why not use it? I walked out of my bedroom and slowly strode towards the door, turning my stereo on on the way and reached out to push the smooth door handle down. I pulled open the door, the slight breeze playing with my hair, and was greeted by a shortish boy. He stood at the height of my nose and looked up to look at my face. His eyebrows furrowed, mirroring my expression. He looked kind of familiar.. It wasn't until I looked into his eyes that I recognised him as our new neighbour.
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