Blood is Thicker Than Water
Realization
Things were going wrong again. Just when I thought everything would help, go my way, ya know? Every time, I swear. Mikey had just gone off somewhere; I hadn’t quite caught it because I was spacing out. Again. The front door slammed and I heard a car engine rumble to life before the vehicle sped away, leaving me alone in the room Mikey and I shared, staring at the black-painted ceiling, thinking about the reasons for every other time I had been like this.
Age 10.
Mikey wouldn’t leave me alone. I had gotten annoyed and hit him, resulting in Mom sending me to our room for an hour.
Age 16.
I had done the one thing I thought I had thought impossible. I, Gerard Way, had FAILED an art class. The reason? I failed because-and this is what the teacher said-I was always DRAWING. It’s an art class. You’re sorta required to draw….
And now, age 20.
I was sitting here, laying back as my younger brother poked his head into the room. “Hey, Gee. What’s up?” I smiled. “Not much, Milky Way. Yourself?” Mikey’s smile fell. “Ray got mad at me.” I sat up. “Aw. Why?” Mikey shrugged. “Not a clue.” His laugh nearly made me melt. And that’s when it hit me. I was in love with my little brother.
Age 10.
Mikey wouldn’t leave me alone. I had gotten annoyed and hit him, resulting in Mom sending me to our room for an hour.
Age 16.
I had done the one thing I thought I had thought impossible. I, Gerard Way, had FAILED an art class. The reason? I failed because-and this is what the teacher said-I was always DRAWING. It’s an art class. You’re sorta required to draw….
And now, age 20.
I was sitting here, laying back as my younger brother poked his head into the room. “Hey, Gee. What’s up?” I smiled. “Not much, Milky Way. Yourself?” Mikey’s smile fell. “Ray got mad at me.” I sat up. “Aw. Why?” Mikey shrugged. “Not a clue.” His laugh nearly made me melt. And that’s when it hit me. I was in love with my little brother.