Blood On Her Hands.
This is the end.
-Mikey-
You know what, screw this.
I hate seeing this whole family like this.
We're all falling apart, no one barely notices the child who should be the one suffering most.
No one notices everyone.
And my brother, I winced.
He's been there for two months.
Could we still hope he's going back?
Or should we just accept that one day he'll just fucking die?
The option of Gerard dying is better.
I'd accept it with open arms.
Like a bullet to his head, he won't feel anything.
But this, this is killing him slowly.
Slowly and painfully.
I could compare it to flesh-eating ants.
Or being eaten alive by a pack of wolves.
But no, that's nothing compared to what's happening to him.
I can't even image how much pain it is.
Because knowing my brother, he is strong.
When Elena died, he did cried.
We all did agonized, but we moved on.
But he's not moving on.
He's not moving at all.
I don't even wanna know how much pain is consuming him now.
That high dose of pain that would make him scream.
Make him blank and vacant.
He is a different person now.
Both inside and out.
I don't even think, there's still an inside.
He's just a broken, fragile shell.
And it kills me not knowing if my sweet brother will ever come back.
But no, I don't think I can sit here and wait.
Wait for something, no one could tell if would happen.
No, no.
I will not wait.
-Frank-
"Dude, what are you doing there?" I tried jumping, but it made it worst.
"Dude! I wanna fucking pee!" I banged my fist to the door.
There's three bathrooms here.
One downstairs.
One in Gerard's.
And this one.
I can't go downstairs, I can't.
My pee will be dripping on the floor.
Ewwww.
And certainly, I can't go to Gerard's.
'Hey dude, I'll just pee okay? Peace out yo!'
No. I don't wanna see him.
The image of his face flashed on my mind and I shivered.
And I almost peed.
Ewwww.
"I'm gonna fucking piss here and you'll wipe it!"
My legs are shivering.
Duude, I don't wanna piss here!
"No not the floor, my ass! You'll wipe it dry. And you'll change my boxers. Deal?"
Oh crap, I can't do this anymore.
"Mikey, I'll piss on your room."
Then the lock clicked.
I quickly pulled the door open and pushed past Mikey.
I yanked the zipper of my pants and took Mr. Frank out.
And I started pissing.
I felt calmness spread over me.
And I shivered.
"Are you fine now little me?"
I made it nod.
I chuckled at the sight of it nodding.
Oh my God, I'm crazy.
I shook it a bit removing excess piss.
And shoved it back to its safe place.
I flushed the toilet and stepped outside.
"Oh crap.." I forgot to wash my hands.
.......
Well, who cares?
I chuckled darkly.
Downstairs, Liz, Louise and Ray sat on the couch watching a movie.
I threw my self on the floor and did some swimming stunts.
Backflip.
And swam like a dog.
Then a frog.
Then I made a worm dance, or whatever you call it.
Then something hit me in the head.
"Frank, stop." It was Ray concentrating hard on the movie.
"Ahuuhuhu. Ray is being mean to Fwankie..."
"Shut up Frank."
"And Liz toooo." I made a whining noise.
Louise chuckled.
Ray kicked me. "Dude shut up! We're watching."
Sniff.
Mean, evil fro.
"Hmmmp, what movie?" I sat, cross-legged on the floor.
"Casino Royale."
I laughed. "Filthy British Spy."
I tried watching.
There was a broken glass lying on the table, and this pouty lipped dude.
James Bond?
"Is that James Bond?"
"Apparently. It's a 007 movie." Ray snapped.
"Duuude, like I know who the fuck is James Bond there. That might be the villian!"
Stupid, stupid fro.
And James Bond went to the bathroom, hearing the sound of the shower.
A woman was sitting inside the shower room, soaked.
I whistled. "Ohhh, there goes the sex scene."
Ray smacked me across the head.
"Hey! None of that you evil Fro."
He then went inside and sat next to the woman.
"She's hawt."
Ray smacked me.
She was sobbing, terrified.
Shaking, she clinged to James Bond.
"Sex, sex, sex, sex..."I chanted.
I stared at screen while the camera focused on the woman's face.
She was horrified.
And then right there, something occurred to me.
Something that I should have grasp earlier but due to my panic of pissing, was never noticed.
His face.
That same, horrified look on his face.
The image of his face flashed on my eyes.
"Mikey." I gasped.
:O Mikeyyyy.
<3
You know what, screw this.
I hate seeing this whole family like this.
We're all falling apart, no one barely notices the child who should be the one suffering most.
No one notices everyone.
And my brother, I winced.
He's been there for two months.
Could we still hope he's going back?
Or should we just accept that one day he'll just fucking die?
The option of Gerard dying is better.
I'd accept it with open arms.
Like a bullet to his head, he won't feel anything.
But this, this is killing him slowly.
Slowly and painfully.
I could compare it to flesh-eating ants.
Or being eaten alive by a pack of wolves.
But no, that's nothing compared to what's happening to him.
I can't even image how much pain it is.
Because knowing my brother, he is strong.
When Elena died, he did cried.
We all did agonized, but we moved on.
But he's not moving on.
He's not moving at all.
I don't even wanna know how much pain is consuming him now.
That high dose of pain that would make him scream.
Make him blank and vacant.
He is a different person now.
Both inside and out.
I don't even think, there's still an inside.
He's just a broken, fragile shell.
And it kills me not knowing if my sweet brother will ever come back.
But no, I don't think I can sit here and wait.
Wait for something, no one could tell if would happen.
No, no.
I will not wait.
-Frank-
"Dude, what are you doing there?" I tried jumping, but it made it worst.
"Dude! I wanna fucking pee!" I banged my fist to the door.
There's three bathrooms here.
One downstairs.
One in Gerard's.
And this one.
I can't go downstairs, I can't.
My pee will be dripping on the floor.
Ewwww.
And certainly, I can't go to Gerard's.
'Hey dude, I'll just pee okay? Peace out yo!'
No. I don't wanna see him.
The image of his face flashed on my mind and I shivered.
And I almost peed.
Ewwww.
"I'm gonna fucking piss here and you'll wipe it!"
My legs are shivering.
Duude, I don't wanna piss here!
"No not the floor, my ass! You'll wipe it dry. And you'll change my boxers. Deal?"
Oh crap, I can't do this anymore.
"Mikey, I'll piss on your room."
Then the lock clicked.
I quickly pulled the door open and pushed past Mikey.
I yanked the zipper of my pants and took Mr. Frank out.
And I started pissing.
I felt calmness spread over me.
And I shivered.
"Are you fine now little me?"
I made it nod.
I chuckled at the sight of it nodding.
Oh my God, I'm crazy.
I shook it a bit removing excess piss.
And shoved it back to its safe place.
I flushed the toilet and stepped outside.
"Oh crap.." I forgot to wash my hands.
.......
Well, who cares?
I chuckled darkly.
Downstairs, Liz, Louise and Ray sat on the couch watching a movie.
I threw my self on the floor and did some swimming stunts.
Backflip.
And swam like a dog.
Then a frog.
Then I made a worm dance, or whatever you call it.
Then something hit me in the head.
"Frank, stop." It was Ray concentrating hard on the movie.
"Ahuuhuhu. Ray is being mean to Fwankie..."
"Shut up Frank."
"And Liz toooo." I made a whining noise.
Louise chuckled.
Ray kicked me. "Dude shut up! We're watching."
Sniff.
Mean, evil fro.
"Hmmmp, what movie?" I sat, cross-legged on the floor.
"Casino Royale."
I laughed. "Filthy British Spy."
I tried watching.
There was a broken glass lying on the table, and this pouty lipped dude.
James Bond?
"Is that James Bond?"
"Apparently. It's a 007 movie." Ray snapped.
"Duuude, like I know who the fuck is James Bond there. That might be the villian!"
Stupid, stupid fro.
And James Bond went to the bathroom, hearing the sound of the shower.
A woman was sitting inside the shower room, soaked.
I whistled. "Ohhh, there goes the sex scene."
Ray smacked me across the head.
"Hey! None of that you evil Fro."
He then went inside and sat next to the woman.
"She's hawt."
Ray smacked me.
She was sobbing, terrified.
Shaking, she clinged to James Bond.
"Sex, sex, sex, sex..."I chanted.
I stared at screen while the camera focused on the woman's face.
She was horrified.
And then right there, something occurred to me.
Something that I should have grasp earlier but due to my panic of pissing, was never noticed.
His face.
That same, horrified look on his face.
The image of his face flashed on my eyes.
"Mikey." I gasped.
:O Mikeyyyy.
<3