Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Secrets of the heart
It was the day before thanks giving, and we were staying at my Moms still. The last few weeks had gone past without much fuss or trouble, all we did for Frank’s birthday was movies and chocolate cake with skittle decorations and three cases of red bull. All of which made him very happy and very hyperactive, even for a sick person. Me, Frank and Gerard were going to have a movie marathon seeing as Mom was out and Bob and Ray had gone over to Ray’s apartment to do some recording. They seemed shockingly defensive when we asked if they wanted us to come, hmm.
“You okay Mikes?” Gerard asked and I nodded, locking eyes with my older brother who was lying on the floor, his dishevelled black hair splayed out around his pale face.
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked and Gerard shrugged.
“I know these past few weeks have been really hard on you. I just wanted to know if you’ve been okay is all.” He said and I smiled at my older brother, he really did worry too much sometimes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about Frank is all. I hope that he gets better soon.” I sighed and Gerard nodded.
“Technically he’s healed already. He stopped throwing up and getting pains weeks ago, all we need now is for him immune system to return back to normal.” Gerard said, wriggling around slightly on the floor and getting comfortable.
“Mikey!” Frank yelled from downstairs in Gerard’s basement where he’d gone to get some CD’s for us all to listen to.
“Coming!” I yelled, shrugging to my brother who was sprawled on the floor. I jogged down the stairs to find Frank cross legged on the floor, a box of Gerard’s sketch books pulled out from under his bed as he flipped through them. I remembered these books, they were the large, black, spiral bound sketch pads that Gerard seemed to buy one a week when they were kids. He never let Mikey look in them either.
“Look at these.” Frank whispered in awe as his fingers traced over the lines of a graphite drawing. I sat down next to him as we leant against the bed and looked at the picture he was staring at. It was a picture of me and Frankie when we were kids, curled around each other in Gerard’s big bed.
“Do you think he drew them while we were asleep?” I asked and Frank shrugged in reply.
“What else could he have done without waking us?” He asked.
“Nothing, really, other than stare at the ceiling.” I answered him, examining the drawing. Me and Frank were facing each other, Frank’s small body leaning against the wall as our arms wrapped around each other and we smiled in our sleep.
“Hey, there’s something written on the back.” Frank said and turned the sheet over o reveal Gerard’s scruffy black handwriting.
I drew this when Mikey and Frankie were asleep, I do that a lot, they really are cute together. I know full well that when Mikey has a bad dream, he shouts for Frank as soon as he wakes up, same with Frank. I just hope that one day they can realise just how much they love each other. Not really like the love I feel with Frank. That’s more of a first crush thing which you never really get over but you know you’re never going to actually go down that path.
Is it perverted that I draw my best friend and my brother when they are cuddling in their sleep? Oh, in that case…I don’t care, I’ll carry on anyway.
“He’s so talented.” I whispered and Frank nodded.
“So are you, Mikes. I’ve seen some of you drawings, they really are amazing.” He said and I laughed.
“Nowhere near as good as Gee though.” I said, turning the page in the notebook to another, more disturbing one.
“Hell.” Frank whispered in shock, staring at the detailed drawing beneath him.
It was a black haired boy, curled up in the corner of a dark room, four figures watching over him in long, flowing deep red cloaks that trailed over the black and white tiled floor which was covered in the blood that was seeping from cuts all over the boy. Long, deep purple veins stretched out from around the room and surrounded the boy, suffocating him, starving his thin frame.
“When do you think he drew this?” I asked and Frank turned the page over.
Summer; Frank’s gone and I’m not sure how we’re going to cope without him. I can’t text him or call him, I really want to, but I don’t want to seem as clingy or as desperate as I am. He’s the only one who knows what I’m going through when Dad hurts me, both his parents do the same to him and from what I’ve heard of the school he’s going to, so do the Nuns there. Sure, the others sympathize, but they can’t really empathize. Frank just really gets me, and I get him. We keep each other’s secrets and hold each other up when everything comes crashing down. Now he’s gone and I know. I’ll die alone.
I read the passage, over and over, trying to process the information of how much the separation had hurt both Gerard and Frank together.
“I had no idea.” I whispered and Frank shook his head.
“Neither did I.” He gasped. We looked through the other drawings in the book, each as disturbing as the next with some that had long messages on the back, others shorter and some stained with tears and blood.
“Guys? Wha-.” Gerard froze at the end of the stairs. “Oh my God.” He whispered, staring at us with scared eyes as we looked at probably the most gut wrenching and heart pulling image of all.
Sorry it's so short but I don't have much time and I wanted to update this =/ I may rewrite some of this at some point, but I want to know what you think, okay?
Please rate and review and I'll give you another chapter as soon as I can.
Jackie
xxx
“You okay Mikes?” Gerard asked and I nodded, locking eyes with my older brother who was lying on the floor, his dishevelled black hair splayed out around his pale face.
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked and Gerard shrugged.
“I know these past few weeks have been really hard on you. I just wanted to know if you’ve been okay is all.” He said and I smiled at my older brother, he really did worry too much sometimes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about Frank is all. I hope that he gets better soon.” I sighed and Gerard nodded.
“Technically he’s healed already. He stopped throwing up and getting pains weeks ago, all we need now is for him immune system to return back to normal.” Gerard said, wriggling around slightly on the floor and getting comfortable.
“Mikey!” Frank yelled from downstairs in Gerard’s basement where he’d gone to get some CD’s for us all to listen to.
“Coming!” I yelled, shrugging to my brother who was sprawled on the floor. I jogged down the stairs to find Frank cross legged on the floor, a box of Gerard’s sketch books pulled out from under his bed as he flipped through them. I remembered these books, they were the large, black, spiral bound sketch pads that Gerard seemed to buy one a week when they were kids. He never let Mikey look in them either.
“Look at these.” Frank whispered in awe as his fingers traced over the lines of a graphite drawing. I sat down next to him as we leant against the bed and looked at the picture he was staring at. It was a picture of me and Frankie when we were kids, curled around each other in Gerard’s big bed.
“Do you think he drew them while we were asleep?” I asked and Frank shrugged in reply.
“What else could he have done without waking us?” He asked.
“Nothing, really, other than stare at the ceiling.” I answered him, examining the drawing. Me and Frank were facing each other, Frank’s small body leaning against the wall as our arms wrapped around each other and we smiled in our sleep.
“Hey, there’s something written on the back.” Frank said and turned the sheet over o reveal Gerard’s scruffy black handwriting.
I drew this when Mikey and Frankie were asleep, I do that a lot, they really are cute together. I know full well that when Mikey has a bad dream, he shouts for Frank as soon as he wakes up, same with Frank. I just hope that one day they can realise just how much they love each other. Not really like the love I feel with Frank. That’s more of a first crush thing which you never really get over but you know you’re never going to actually go down that path.
Is it perverted that I draw my best friend and my brother when they are cuddling in their sleep? Oh, in that case…I don’t care, I’ll carry on anyway.
“He’s so talented.” I whispered and Frank nodded.
“So are you, Mikes. I’ve seen some of you drawings, they really are amazing.” He said and I laughed.
“Nowhere near as good as Gee though.” I said, turning the page in the notebook to another, more disturbing one.
“Hell.” Frank whispered in shock, staring at the detailed drawing beneath him.
It was a black haired boy, curled up in the corner of a dark room, four figures watching over him in long, flowing deep red cloaks that trailed over the black and white tiled floor which was covered in the blood that was seeping from cuts all over the boy. Long, deep purple veins stretched out from around the room and surrounded the boy, suffocating him, starving his thin frame.
“When do you think he drew this?” I asked and Frank turned the page over.
Summer; Frank’s gone and I’m not sure how we’re going to cope without him. I can’t text him or call him, I really want to, but I don’t want to seem as clingy or as desperate as I am. He’s the only one who knows what I’m going through when Dad hurts me, both his parents do the same to him and from what I’ve heard of the school he’s going to, so do the Nuns there. Sure, the others sympathize, but they can’t really empathize. Frank just really gets me, and I get him. We keep each other’s secrets and hold each other up when everything comes crashing down. Now he’s gone and I know. I’ll die alone.
I read the passage, over and over, trying to process the information of how much the separation had hurt both Gerard and Frank together.
“I had no idea.” I whispered and Frank shook his head.
“Neither did I.” He gasped. We looked through the other drawings in the book, each as disturbing as the next with some that had long messages on the back, others shorter and some stained with tears and blood.
“Guys? Wha-.” Gerard froze at the end of the stairs. “Oh my God.” He whispered, staring at us with scared eyes as we looked at probably the most gut wrenching and heart pulling image of all.
Sorry it's so short but I don't have much time and I wanted to update this =/ I may rewrite some of this at some point, but I want to know what you think, okay?
Please rate and review and I'll give you another chapter as soon as I can.
Jackie
xxx
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