Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > I'm not crazy, right?

Chapter Twelve.

by deaths-destruction 2 reviews

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Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Action/Adventure, Fantasy, Horror - Characters: Bob Bryar, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro - Published: 2007-07-22 - Updated: 2007-07-22 - 511 words - Complete

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Day 27

Gerard's POV.

Mikey was withering away and there was nothing I could do. We've all tried to reach out to him, but as soon as we think we get close he dances just out of our reach again. The other night I was actually thinking about sending him back. I know I can't, but it's just so hard having him here. All he does now is sit in his room. Nothing more, nothing less. It's really starting to freak me out, but at least I know he is eating. I know that because usually I'm the one to get him food, seeing as nobody else is ever around. The other night he really freaked me out though, see...I was passing by his room. I heard him sleeptalking or something, I don't know. I knocked on the door, calling his name quietly. I heard nothing but silence. I put my ear to the door and heard him saying something lowly. It wasn't his voice, it was NOT my brother's voice. I can recall it perfectly, it was deeper, more satanic than his. He was talking some weird language. I know it wasn't english, but I don't know what language it was. But as soon as I heard him talking I knew something was wrong. I quickly flung open the door, going to his side, and pulling him into a sitting position. He was tangled in his covers, I guessed he had been struggling with them as he moved. As soon as I pulled him up into a sitting position his eyes snapped open and he looked at me, scared. I asked him what was wrong and he only replied with silence. He started to tremble so I hugged him. That was god awful scary, and I still have no idea what happened...

Day 32

Mikey's POV.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I've taken the habit of rocking back and forth in the corner of my room. It's quiet in here. There's almost no more visitors. When I sit there like that I remember the 'hospital' I was at. Sometimes I would have a flashback, remembering only blood once I woke up. I knew something was wrong with me. I knew it, but I guess I just didn't realize it until then. Finally I understood. Finally all the questions were answered. Finally I was no longer confused. Something was gravely wrong, and I knew that it would forever haunt me. I curled into a tighter ball crying silently into my knees.

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