Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Secrets of the heart
“Where did you find that?” Gerard asked, his voice shaking as he stumbled nervously down the last few stairs into the darkened, sketch book carpeted room.
“Under… under your bed.” Frank said, after swallowing the lump in his throat.
“How much more of them…have you seen?” Gerard asked, taking tentative steps toward us and sitting down by us, his knees pulled up to his chest as he rocked himself slowly.
“Only the ones in these three pads.” I said, pointing to the other two stacked in front of me and Frankie.
“Okay.” He said, hanging his head so strands of his raven black hair fell in his face and hid his hazel eyes.
“Why?” I asked, desperate to know why my brother would draw such monstrous things.
“Can I have a look? I can’t really remember what I drew.” Gerard said and I nodded, handing him the book. He gasped and traced his fingers over the lines of ink and the varying textures of the paints he used.
The drawing was of a long, white corridor that was covered in blood, dripping from the ceiling and mixing with the river of tears on the floor. Words were calved into the whitewash walls; die, hate, pain, blood, slice, cut, pierce, beg, plead, hurt, agony and faggot. At the end of the corridor, a figure was hanging from a noose, strapped up in a blood stained straight jacket. The figure was Gerard, bruised, beaten and broken as he hung, his body skinny and eyes glazed over. The picture was nothing other than completely horrifying.
“I’m sorry.” Gerard whispered, as a few tears splashed down onto the page.
“What for?” Frank whispered back, not wanting to alarm Gerard as he gently took one of his larger hands in his tiny one.
“I drew this when you were gone, actually, about the day before you got back. You helped me get back up from rock bottom, you and Mikey. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He whispered, his voice breaking as he started to cry properly. I tugged my older brother into my lap and held him close to my heart, stroking my long fingers through his greasy locks.
“Ssh, Gee. It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re here and we love you.” I said in his ear, rocking him back and forth as comfortingly as he cried harder, clutching fistfuls of my shirt in his artistically pale hands.
“I’m scared Mikey.” Gerard said eventually.
“Why?” I asked and he sighed, a delicate silence hanging in the air for a few moments.
“I’m hearing things again.” He whimpered, burying his face in my neck as the information hit me like a ton of bricks. This had happened before, and Gee nearly went mad, he turned to drugs and alcohol. He was very nearly insane.
“Gee, it’s okay. I promise….how long?” I asked and he sniffled.
“Since I found out about Dad.” He sighed and I let a low hum come from my throat. The last time this happened was when his best friend Jimmy died.
“It’s okay, you’ll be fine. I promise. When was the last time you heard them?” Frank asked, shuffling closer to me so Gerard was leaning on him too.
“Four days ago.” He whimpered. Relief washed over me, two days was the most he’d ever gone before the voices had disappeared altogether.
“Would you like us to stay with you tonight?” Frank asked shyly and Gerard looked up.
“Really? I mean, if you two want to be alone I understand.” Gerard said and I chuckled.
“Come on, the doors are all locked so lets get into bed. Nightmare before Christmas?” I asked and Gerard and Frank nodded. You two get into bed and I’ll get some drinks and snacks.” I said, shuffling out from under my brothers weight and jogging up the stairs.
Sorry that this was so short and that it took so long for me to put up but I'm a bit unsure of my writing at the moment, so I need you guys to tell me whether what I'm writing is good, whether you want me to keep writing it and anything else you want to say. Please rate and review and I promise to try my best and update as soon as I can as long as writers block doesn't decide to grab my brain for its own and eat it.
Jackie
xxx
“Under… under your bed.” Frank said, after swallowing the lump in his throat.
“How much more of them…have you seen?” Gerard asked, taking tentative steps toward us and sitting down by us, his knees pulled up to his chest as he rocked himself slowly.
“Only the ones in these three pads.” I said, pointing to the other two stacked in front of me and Frankie.
“Okay.” He said, hanging his head so strands of his raven black hair fell in his face and hid his hazel eyes.
“Why?” I asked, desperate to know why my brother would draw such monstrous things.
“Can I have a look? I can’t really remember what I drew.” Gerard said and I nodded, handing him the book. He gasped and traced his fingers over the lines of ink and the varying textures of the paints he used.
The drawing was of a long, white corridor that was covered in blood, dripping from the ceiling and mixing with the river of tears on the floor. Words were calved into the whitewash walls; die, hate, pain, blood, slice, cut, pierce, beg, plead, hurt, agony and faggot. At the end of the corridor, a figure was hanging from a noose, strapped up in a blood stained straight jacket. The figure was Gerard, bruised, beaten and broken as he hung, his body skinny and eyes glazed over. The picture was nothing other than completely horrifying.
“I’m sorry.” Gerard whispered, as a few tears splashed down onto the page.
“What for?” Frank whispered back, not wanting to alarm Gerard as he gently took one of his larger hands in his tiny one.
“I drew this when you were gone, actually, about the day before you got back. You helped me get back up from rock bottom, you and Mikey. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He whispered, his voice breaking as he started to cry properly. I tugged my older brother into my lap and held him close to my heart, stroking my long fingers through his greasy locks.
“Ssh, Gee. It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re here and we love you.” I said in his ear, rocking him back and forth as comfortingly as he cried harder, clutching fistfuls of my shirt in his artistically pale hands.
“I’m scared Mikey.” Gerard said eventually.
“Why?” I asked and he sighed, a delicate silence hanging in the air for a few moments.
“I’m hearing things again.” He whimpered, burying his face in my neck as the information hit me like a ton of bricks. This had happened before, and Gee nearly went mad, he turned to drugs and alcohol. He was very nearly insane.
“Gee, it’s okay. I promise….how long?” I asked and he sniffled.
“Since I found out about Dad.” He sighed and I let a low hum come from my throat. The last time this happened was when his best friend Jimmy died.
“It’s okay, you’ll be fine. I promise. When was the last time you heard them?” Frank asked, shuffling closer to me so Gerard was leaning on him too.
“Four days ago.” He whimpered. Relief washed over me, two days was the most he’d ever gone before the voices had disappeared altogether.
“Would you like us to stay with you tonight?” Frank asked shyly and Gerard looked up.
“Really? I mean, if you two want to be alone I understand.” Gerard said and I chuckled.
“Come on, the doors are all locked so lets get into bed. Nightmare before Christmas?” I asked and Gerard and Frank nodded. You two get into bed and I’ll get some drinks and snacks.” I said, shuffling out from under my brothers weight and jogging up the stairs.
Sorry that this was so short and that it took so long for me to put up but I'm a bit unsure of my writing at the moment, so I need you guys to tell me whether what I'm writing is good, whether you want me to keep writing it and anything else you want to say. Please rate and review and I promise to try my best and update as soon as I can as long as writers block doesn't decide to grab my brain for its own and eat it.
Jackie
xxx
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