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Holding my sketch pad I had my eyes search. Together they traced tables, looking for something to draw. Lazily they stopped and I closed my eyes for rest.

"Gerard?"

I turned my depleting attention to my brother. He stood with a small dinner at his hand.

"Mikey please I'm not hungry," I told him returning to my blank sketch pad.

He entered my hideaway balcony carefully, placing the plate close to my knee. I sighed.

"Gerard please," He started again, "eat something."

There was a small whisper at my ear; I turned to it. I caught nothing of what it told me but a strange feeling poured over my bones. I seemed to sit back in my body only able to look through my eyes, and then another part of me stepped in and took over.

I locked eyes with him, my own brother trembled. He opened his mouth to speak but dare not say anything. My eyes scared him, he shifted still watching me caught in my trance. I stared harder; Mikey began to move away from me but I tightly latched his arm to my hand. Gripping into his fleshy bicep I heard small crunches. He moved it sharply as to break the hold but heeded a harder squeeze.

"aH," He whimpered youngly, "you're hurting me."

"Am I," I asked sickly.

Mikey pulled again,
"Gerard!"

I took a hold of his other arm squeezing till the same crunches entered my ears. He let out another low whimper, like a puppy. His eyes pleaded with me, but I kept my grip.

"Gerard stop."

I shook my head letting a small twisted smile brace my lips. Mikey stared his jaw slightly ajar from his pathetic protest.

"Stop what?" I asked narrowing my eyes.

Mikey began to squirm, moving his legs as to help pull his bruising arms from me; but alas he couldn't break my hold. I slammed his head to the balcony holding him down; I stared into my brothers eyes as they watered.

"Go ahead," I barked, "Cry."

He shook his head strongly holding back. Mikey let out a short breath his eyes released small clear tears. They began rolling down the sides of his face as he lay there; on his back and helpless. Moving over him I placed my knees digging into his pelvis. I wanted a starching reaction. He shut his eyes tightly and screamed.

"IT HURTS!"

I began to laugh darkly; letting it rise through my chest and out of my throat. My lips rang dry and I licked them. I looked back to Mikey as he lay under me softly crying in pain.

"Your pathetic," I shot.

I slowly lifted my knees and then released my grip from his arms. Sitting back I looked over the balcony ledge; a small twinge started in my hands. Turning back to my brother I went to grab him again. He'd already started at me. Mikey came strong rage filling his eyes; he gave one compulsive shove. Once I no longer felt floor beneath me I knew he had pushed me off the balcony.