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“Gerard, get up!” I hear my mother yell.

“Argh,” he moans, I hear his sheets moving, “Mom? What the hell?”

“Gerard, wake up, now!” My mother yells, breaking into a sob.

“Huh? Woah, Mom, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Mikey,” she sobs.

“What!” Gerard cries, “What about him?!”

“H-He’s gone! The clinic called and they c-can’t find him! He‘s gone! A-And this morning, they found the guard and he‘s…h-he‘s dead! M-Mikey’s not there and the guard is dead! O-One of the other patients is gone too, but I don‘t remember his name.”

“…Wait, what?!”

“Gerard,” my mother says, keeping control on her hysteria, “I’ve been told twice already and I just told you what happened. I’m begging you, please don’t make me say it again.”

“O-Oh my…god.” Gerard breathes, “He can’t be g-gone. You can’t be serious!”

“Well, I am serious, Gerard!” my mother shrieks, “Honestly, you can be so stupid sometimes!”

“What?” I whisper to myself, and turn to Frank, “She’s never said anything like that to him…or anyone.”

I don’t think Frank knows what to say to that, so he simply frowns a little and shrugs. I continue to listen.

“I’m stupid?!” Gerard yells, “It was you and dad who put him in there in the first place!”

“Oh, shut up! It’s his own damn fault. Screwed up little kid.”

I suck a small intake of breath when I hear my mother say it. How could she? This is a side of her I’ve never seen…well, heard before in my life. I feel a tear fall from my eye and down my cheek, but Frank acts quickly and kisses it away. I give him a half-hearted smile and go back to listening.

“Don’t you dare say that about Mikey!” I heard Gerard roar, “How can you even fucking say that?! He‘s your fucking son!”

“He’s gone. The man who had the key is dead. Do the math, Gerard.”

I hear nothing at first, but Gerard soon speaks, “No…No. Mikey didn’t do that! I know he wouldn’t. What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you even think he would do something like that?! For all you know, he could‘ve died in his sleep!”

“They told us he’s been murdered. Most of the blood in his body is gone. They just don’t know how yet. He’s crazy, Gerard. Don’t deny it. He escaped and killed that guard with whoever the hell is missing too.”

“No, he didn’t!”

“Oh, shut up! I can‘t stand you anymore! I come in here to give you some news, and now you're just screaming at me?! Fuck you! You're a sorry excuse for a son, just like your brother!” I hear my mother yell a final time before a door slams.

I assume she’s left the room. The silence that follows is beyond intense. I stay still as a statue before I can barely take the silence any longer. Despite Frank tugging on my arm to pull me back, I creep forward on the tree branch again, to look into the room. I see Gerard sitting on his bed, staring at the wall in front of him. There are tears rolling down his cheeks, and it breaks my heart. I hear yelling coming from downstairs and I know Gerard does too because he flinches and glares at the door. I start to wonder how much has changed here since I went away. I rarely ever heard people arguing like everyone is doing, but now they’re practically ripping each other’s throats out. What the hell happened?

I hear my mother and father arguing and the only sentence I catch onto is, “The police will be here soon!”

It hits me and I turn to Frank, “The police…They’re gonna be looking for us. What do we do?”

“Run.” Frank whispers.

I hesitate, “But…what about Gerard? I don’t want to leave him. He’s upset. I want him to be okay. I’m, like, overly protective of him…He’d do the same for me.”

“I know,” Frank nods, “But the first place they‘re going to look is our houses. We need to get out of here now.”

“But,” I protest again, “I just…I really feel like I need to watch him. Besides, if they come, we’ll use our ninja vampire skills and run.”

“I guess…” Frank says.

“Please, Frank.” I say, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’ve seen him struggle before.”

“Fine,” he agrees, “But the second the cops show up, we’re leaving.”

“Okay, but we’ll come back, right?”

Frank can’t answer me because he’s cut off by Gerard. I look at my brother with his head in his hands, letting out a heart wrenching…well, it’s like a growl and a sob. Either way, it hurts to hear and it hurts to watch. His shoulders shake from his tears and I want so badly to just break in through the window and hug him like a good brother should, but all I can do is watch. He stays there on the side of his bed for a few minutes before he stands up, revealing the tear stained face that makes my eyes water. I hate seeing Gerard in pain. Just fucking hate it. I watch as he stands up, suddenly looking furious. I’ve seen him pissed off before, but, right now…Woah. Gerard marches right over to his bedroom mirror and death stares his reflection. I’ve never quite seen anything like this. Not even in his darkest moments. I stare at him with wide eyes of worry as he takes a few deep breaths, clenches his fist and, without warning at all, throws his fist forward and smashes the mirror.

I gasp as shards fly everywhere, unaware he could throw a punch with such strength. I can tell he immediately regrets it because he soon grabs his freshly bleeding hand, doubles over and moans in pain.

I can’t watch anymore.

“Frank!” I whisper to him, eagerly, “I have to go in there. Let me go in there.”

“What?! Mikey, no.” he tells me, “He’ll freak out even more. He only just found out. Besides, what the hell do you think is gonna happen when he sees you?!”

“I don’t care,” I say desperately, “He’s gonna hurt himself. I need to help him!”

“No!” Frank grabs me and holds me back as I try to move forward, “It’ll only end badly!”

“Let me go, Frank!” I hiss, through clenched teeth as I try harder to break from his grip. Shit, he’s strong.

“You’ll regret it!”

“No, I won’t.” I hiss.

“Mikey, stop struggling. You’re not going in there!”

“Yes, I am!” I whine, and yell without thinking, “Gerard!”

Gerard suddenly freezes, and starts to turn towards the window.

“Shit!” Frank hisses and jumps from the tree to our roof, pulling me along with him.

We both remain silent as we hear Gerard open the window.

“H-Hello?” he calls out, sounding confused.

I look at Frank with the most pleading eyes I can give, but he just shakes his head at me. I have no choice but to just stay still and listen. Frank’s grip on me is incredibly strong. However, now isn’t the time to enjoy his embrace. I have other things to worry about.

“Anyone there?” Gerard says again, slightly quieter.

I want so badly to just spring out and greet him with a smile and tell him everything is okay, but I can’t. A small whine builds in my throat and I want to cry so badly, but Frank kisses my forehead in an effort to shut me up and keep me calm. It works.

After a few tense moments, we hear the window close again and we both sigh in relief.

Frank slowly releases his grip on me, “That…was fucking close, Mikes.”

“I’m sorry.” I breathe.

“Don’t you realize what you almost just did?!” he snaps at me, “Mikey, if you ever let him see us, he’s going to think we’re really insane. You can’t just do shit like that. Come on, man.”

“Well, I need to talk to him somehow, Frank. I can’t just sit back and watch him like that. I don’t care how. I just need to let him know I’m okay or…or something! I don’t care!”

Frank thinks for a moment and says, “What about a letter?”

“A letter?” I stare at him like he‘s an idiot, “Seriously. A letter?”

“Well, why not?” he says, “Can you think of another way to reach him?”

“I guess not…” I admit, “But where are we supposed to get stuff to write a letter?”

“One moment!” Frank grins at me and disappears in a flash.

“What the fu-” I’m cut off by Frank suddenly right in front of me again.

“I got stuff to write a letter!” he giggles at me.

“From where?” I ask, smirking.

“I stole it.”

“You rebel, you.”

“You betcha!” he cries out, “Now, quickly, write it.”

Taking the pen and paper, I suddenly freeze. What the hell am I meant to say?

I take a moment to think and, basically, say whatever comes into my head:

Gerard,

It’s Mikey. I’m begging you, right now, DO NOT FREAK OUT. Everything is okay…Well, mostly. Look, you can’t show this letter to anyone, okay? It’ll only make things worse. I wish I could explain to you what’s going on, but you really wouldn’t believe me. Really, you wouldn’t. I know you’re probably really confused and freaked out, right now, but believe me when I tell you, I’m okay and I’m safe and there’s no need to panic…I’m with Frank. We’re both fine and perfectly sane. Trust me, okay?

I just need you to know that I love you, and I miss you so much. Please don’t hurt yourself like when you smashed the mirror. Yeah, I saw that. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you…Okay, that sounds REALLY creepy, but I mean it in the way that I don’t want you to get hurt. I just want to make sure you’re okay.

Remember, don’t show this to ANYONE. Please!
I miss you. I love you.
Love, Mikey.

P.S. That dead guy? Totally wasn’t me, I swear.

“…Maybe you shouldn’t have explained the dead guy like that.” Frank suggests, looking over my shoulder as I wrote the last sentence.

“Too late now.” I say, “Besides, no matter how I say it, it’s the same message, is it not?”

“I suppose so.” Frank agrees.

“Okay,” I breath, folding up the piece of paper, “Where do I put it?”

Before Frank can respond, the sound of sirens fills the air. With wide eyes I climb to the very top of the roof, to sneak a peak. Then I see them. Two police cars pulling up outside my house.

“Shit!” I hiss, and turn back to Frank, “It’s the cops!”

“Fuck. Okay, come down here.” Frank says, beckoning me to jump back from the roof to the tree.

After doing so, I look inside Gerard’s room. My father opens the door and says, “The police are here. Come downstairs.”

Gerard lets out a small whimper and my dad rolls his eyes in response. That really isn’t normal for him. I guess Gerard was right. They have changed. As they leave the room, I breath a sigh of relief. I slowly creep forward on the tree branch and, as quietly as I can, open up Gerard’s window.

I jump a little at Frank whispering, “Be careful.”

Turning to face him, I say, “Okay. Don’t scare me like that, and I think we’ll be fine.”

“Sorry.”

Once I have Gerard’s window open fully, the smell is almost overpowering. It smells like fresh blood and it‘s delicious. My mouth waters involuntarily, but I quickly force myself to calm down. This is my fucking brother.

Pulling myself together, I climb inside. Looking around, I realize how much I missed this place. I missed all the random shit he has hanging all over his walls, and I missed the incredibly unorganized pile of horror DVD’s on his floor. Shaking my head, I try to stop thinking about it all. Not a good time to get distracted. I look for a place where he’ll definitely find it. I figure his pillow might be a good way to go. I place the paper on top of his pillow, and I hear the mumbling voices downstairs. I decide I don’t want to hear it. I’ll deal with it later.

“Come on, hurry up.” Frank calls to me from outside.

I make my way over and climb back out of the window, staying back in the tree with Frank.

“God, I feel like a monkey.” I sigh.

“Nice.” Frank giggles at me, “Come over here then, monkey.”

He holds an arm out to me and I cuddle up against his chest as he holds me close.

“I love you.” Frank says, kissing the top of my head.

“I love you too,” I reply, “But this is the weirdest time to be getting romantic.”

“Yeah, I know.” he agrees with a giggle, “But I just thought I’d let you know, anyway.”

“Well, thank you.” I sigh, and snuggled closer to him, if that’s even possible.

I can’t tell how much time passes. Could be a few minutes or an hour even, but we’re snapped out of cuddling and I nearly fall out of the tree when Gerard throws his bedroom door open. I regain my balance and watch carefully and he slams his door shut again. He’s crying even more than he was before. Shit. I watch him painfully as he takes slow, weak steps toward his bed. I tense in anticipation, waiting for him to find the letter. Finally, after much pacing around his room, he notices what I left on his pillow.

Curiously, he bends down and picks up the piece of paper.

Words simply cannot describe my nerves as he slowly opens it up, and reads it.

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Sorry about the inconsistancy of my updates, lately.
Been a lot going down. For that, I apologize, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
There are more to come.
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xo, Dr-Giggles.