A very strange story . maybe 2 or 3 chaps? Maybe the rest of the way family opinions? huh?
That’s the last thing I have of my brother. I feel guilty and depressed. I’m his younger brother. I grabbed his stash of vodka and pills from his closet. I opened the shoebox. Only a few swigs left in the bottle. Only a few pills to! “Gerard you never left me any thing!” I said to myself smiling. “Mikey don’t do it! Please don’t! I screwed up all of this! Don’t look up to me!” I herd him say. I turned around and saw him. More pale than ever before. I saw a ghost, and I wasn’t scared. I smiled. “I want to be with you Gerard. I cant get through alone!” I choked out and sat on his bed. Mom would throw everything out tomorrow. It sickened me! Gerard looked at me and went to his closet. He through some stuff around and found a sketch book and pen. I have no idea how he was doing it but he did it and drew the beautifulness’ picture ever. Our graves side by side. He smiled. “if you want, but I have to warn you! You will get a lecture from the big guy!” he said and diapered. It was my turn to right the note.
Hi, I guess. Bye for all the ones who love me. Just throw my stuff out too, but bury me with a sketch book, Gerard’s sketchbook. I want to be by him like this picture. Xo, Mikey.
With that I swallowed the pills and vodka. I fell to the bed. Gerard showed up and put his arm around me. “Wait only 10 minutes, you’ll be with me.” And he fell asleep. The next thing I know I was standing with him, we were in front of our house I said goodbye and followed him out of the driveway and into the cemetery. My new home. I giggled at my thought and sat down. It was the start, not the end.