Before he could think of the right words, one word came out that he hadn’t expected – except it seemed to be the right thing to say.
“What?” Gerard stared at his younger brother in horror. This had just confirmed one of his worst fears; in the five year timeline, Mikey had forgotten all about him. Gerard felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest and torn into small pieces in right front of him.
The woman, Melinda Harmon – Mikey’s adopted mother, took a step towards her ‘son’. “James,” Mikey turned towards his mother with a blank look. “This is…” She looked at Gerard with a pitied expression then she turned back to Mikey, who continued to stare at her with a confused expression. “James this is your…” She frowned and took a step towards her husband. She had thought it would be easier to tell her son the truth, but she couldn’t seem to find the right words.
“Why don’t we go into the kitchen? We can discuss… All of what we need to discuss, in there.” Mikey watched hesitantly as Gerard, Frank, and his parents walked into the kitchen. They all sat down, Mikey moving his chair as far away from Gerard as possible – causing Gerard to feel even worse.
“What’s going on?” Mikey finally asked, looking between his parents.
It was silent for several minutes before Melinda spoke. “James, of course you know you’re adopted.” Mikey nodded with a bored expression as if he had heard the statement several times. “I know I’ve asked you before, but do you remember anything about your birth parents?”
Mikey blinked and slowly shook his head. “No. They’re dead aren’t they?” He asked simply.
Melinda nodded and Gerard shifted uncomfortably. “James, there is a lot we have to tell you.” Her eyes glistened and everyone in the room knew she was poorly trying to hold back tears. “God, where do I begin?” She whispered, looking at her husband.
“The beginning would be nice.” John said teasingly, trying to lighten up the somber mood in the kitchen – and failing.
Melinda took a deep breath. “Well, first… Honey, your name isn’t James.” Mikey frowned and opened his mouth to say something. “I mean, your middle name is James. Your first name is Michael.”
“Mikey.” Gerard blurted out, then looked down when everyone’s eyes fell on him.
Melinda reached over the table and patted his hand. “Yes. Mikey.”
“Now… What all do you remember of your past, like… around age ten or eleven?”
Mikey sighed and shrugged. “I remember waking up in the hospital. And you guys telling me I was in an accident. That’s it.”
Gerard’s hopes were seemingly crushed.
“You were in a coma.” Melinda looked between Gerard and Mikey as if she was explaining it for both of their benefits.
“Why don’t you just get to the point, mom?” Mikey practically yelled.
“James, please calm down.” John raised his hands, then turned to Melinda. “Go on, honey.” He said softly.
Melinda nodded her head. “You were… the victim of an attack.” She said quietly. “There was a man… he… he killed your parents… and he hurt you and your brother.”
“My what?” Mikey’s eyes widened but his mouth still remained a thin line.
“Your brother. His name is Gerard. I thought…. At first the police told me you were the only survivor, and then we found out he was still alive.” She glanced at Gerard.
Mikey seemed to be putting 2 and 2 together. He looked at Gerard then back at his parents. “Bullshit.” He finally stated. “He looks nothing like me.” Gerard let out a nervous laugh, then bit his lip, his smile quickly fading as Mikey shot a glare in his direction. Mikey turned back to his parents, folding his arms. “He’s not my brother. This is some fucked up joke.” He pushed his chair away from the table and got up, heading back towards the stairs.
Gerard felt like he was being sucked into a black hole. Not only was he sick, but now his brother refused to acknowledge him as family – and there was no way to prove that he was—wait. Gerard quickly unzipped his backpack and pulled out the belongings until he found what he was looking for.
He stood up so fast, the chair fell over. He caught his brother just as he was heading up the stairs. Mikey turned around and stared at the small blanket in Gerard’s hands.
“This-This was yours.” Gerard stammered. “You used to have nightmares and you-you’d come into my room. Y-You always had this with you.” He extended the blanket towards his younger brother.
Mikey paused then slowly took the blanket from Gerard’s hands. He stared at it for a moment before taking two steps down the stairs. He stared at Gerard for a minute, before taking another two steps down. “If you’re my brother…” He said, quietly. “Why can’t I remember you?” Gerard didn’t have an answer for that.
“You had amnesia.” Melinda walked up behind the two brothers, she had a sad smile on her face. “You were in that coma for almost two months. When you woke up you couldn’t remember a thing. It worked… to our advantage.” She frowned, realizing how awful that sounded. “We told you what the police wanted us to. That you were in a car accident, where your… parents died.”
“You never told me I had a brother.” Mikey snapped.
“We couldn’t. We would have endangered both of you.” Melinda covered her mouth, knowing she had said too much.
“Endangered… what the fuck are you talking about?” Mikey asked. He was sick of being lied to and he just wanted answers. Then another thought occurred to him. “How do I know you’re not lying now?”
John frowned. “Son, we wouldn’t lie about—“
“Well you’ve lied to me for half of my life!” Mikey pointed out angrily.
“Mikes-“ Gerard reached towards his little brother, but Mikey shrunk away.
“Don’t call me that. God, what the fuck is happening?!” He took his glasses off and quickly cleaned them with his Iron Maiden t-shirt, before placing them back on his face. “I don’t know you.” He spat at Gerard. “Leave me the fuck alone.” He turned and started back up the stairs, throwing the blanket on the ground.
Gerard took a step back and slowly picked up the blanket. “You sleep facing the door.” He whispered.
Mikey paused and turned around, looking at Gerard strangely. “Excuse me?”
“You’re afraid to sleep with your back to it because you think somebody’s gonna come in and hurt you. You put blankets over the window because you’re afraid of people peeking in.” Mikey opened his mouth to say something, but Gerard kept going, taking one step up the stairs. “You always sleep with a sheet over your head, just because you feel safe in there and you feel like you’re in your own little world. You hate the color red because it frightens you but you don’t know why. You--”
“Stop.” Mikey said, his voice cracking. Gerard was now one step below him. He stared down at him.
Mikey couldn’t place it but everything about this Gerard guy seemed familiar. The eyes, the lips, and even that strange laugh he had let out. Mikey didn’t want to believe that his life had been a lie, but this Gerard person seemed so close to him, as if there was a connection between the two that Mikey couldn’t place.
Gerard slowly put the blood stained blanket back into his brother’s hands with a small smile on his face.
Mikey looked back at the blanket, and then back at the young man standing in front of him. Suddenly things started coming together in his mind. He opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to find the words he wanted to say. Before he could think of the right words, one word came out that he hadn’t expected – except it seemed to be the right thing to say.
Author’s Note- This might have been bad too. Still in the hospital. Fuck, I hate this place. Oh well, at least you’ll get more updates, right? Review, please! x