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myO Still <3's You

Vitals

Birthday
• 1992-04-14
Gender
• Female
Location
• Where Krad sleep
Member Since
• 2005-03-28
Occupation
• In darkness
Real Name
• Krad

Personal

Achievements
• To be the greatest swordman
Anime Fan Since
• The day I was born
Favorite Anime
• Fruits basket, YYH, DNAngel, Wolf's rain, pretear, Love Hina and much more
Goals
• ah... To be a great novelist
Hobbies
• Write and draw
Talents
• Video games, fixing computers and swordsmanships

myOtaku.com: EvilKrad

Sunday, October 30, 2005

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Point of View
"Ohmigod Mikey where
have you been!?" Your mother instantly
yells at you as soon as you walk into your
house a little after ten. She looks worried and
angry, your father behind her with a stern look
on his face. His grey hair mixed with brown
looks a bit disheveled and his glasses flash in
the light of the hallway as you move forward.
"I've been so worried, me and your father
both! No one knew where you went! What were you
thinking?!"
"Sorry mom." you
apologize, taking off your beanie slowly.
"I took Alex home."
"For an
hour?!"
"I walked
home."
"Michael Way! What is going
through your mind?! You walked home?! In
that?!" Your mother indicates to
your clothes with a trembling hand, her brows
knitted.
"I said I was sorry." you
say a bit shamefully, your beanie clutched in a
cold hand.
"Next time tell us when you
leave, all right?" you dad asks, your
mother still glaring ferociously at
you.
"Yeah." you say, not really
paying attention to what you say. "I'm
going to bed. G'night." You walk slowly
past your mom and dad, you head slightly bent
with a hidden smile on your face.
Up the
stairs and to your room you go, smiling all the
way. You've been doing so since you left Alex.
You've been thinking about her ever since
too.
"Where'd you go?" your brother
asks as you enter your joint room, shutting the
door quietly behind you. Gerard is laying down
on his stomach on his single bed, his drawing
pad open in front of him and the beginning of a
drawing on the page.
"Took Alex
home." you reply, throwing your beanie to
the floor and taking off your blazer, your body
literally trembling from the biting cold.
You'll never admit it, but you really wish you
would've taken that offered ride from
Alex.
"Did you walk back or
something?"
You nod, not caring if
Gerard sees you or not. You're still
preoccupied with your thoughts. Thoughts of
wonderful, special, beautiful, perfect
Alex.
"You could've called me! I
would've came to pick you up!" Gerard
says; thankfully he did see your head
gesture.
You shrug, not really having an
answer to that. Gerard watches you as you walk
to the phone resting on the night stand and
pick it up, dialing a few numbers on the
base.
"Who're you calling?" Gerard
asks nosily.
You merely glance at him without
an answer, waiting for Alex to pick up on the
other line.
"Hello?
"Alex!
It's me Mikey! Thank God I got a hold of
you!" you say with a grin, your voice
mockingly frantic. "I'm being held hostage
and I need your help! Quick!"
Alex
chuckles on the other line. "So you
made it home okay?"
Your smile
widens. "Yeah I made it home. Mom wasn't
too happy and I almost froze to death, but I
made it okay."
Alex lets out a sigh in
relief. "I'm glad." She
pauses. "I would talk longer, but I
have to go. I'll see you tomorrow
Mikey."
"Okay.
Bye."
"Bye."
You
place the phone back onto the base, your smile
never fading. You then take off your glasses
and raise your shirt over your head, getting
ready for bed. You're tired and want to fall
asleep, replaying this night over and over
again in your head for as long as you
can.
You crawl under the blankets to your
bed, that smile at no time leaving your face.
Gerard is still watching you, a frown forming
on his somewhat pudgy face.
"Remember
earlier when you asked if Alex and I had a
fight on our way over here and I said no, and
that I would tell you about later?" Gerard
asks suddenly.
You look up at him from your
position of almost laying down in your comfy
bed, trying to recall what Gerard is talking
about. A part of you doesn't want to recollect
it though. You want nothing more than to sink
into sleep with happy thoughts of
Alex.
"Yeah..."
Gerard sits up on
his own bed, laying his drawing utensils aside
as he swings his legs over the side of the bed
closest to you. His blurry faces appears
crestfallen and you're dying to know what was
said in the car, but then dying for Gerard to
keep it to himself. You have a feeling it isn't
a good thing.
"Don't tell Alex I told
you, okay?" asks Gerard. This trips your
interest so you sit up once more, despite you
being shirtless and dressed in only your
boxers. You reach for your glasses on the night
stand beside your bed and put them back on your
face so you can see your brother
clearly.
"Why not?"
Gerard looks
at the ground. "She doesn't want anyone to
know, but I can't keep it from you Mikey. I
know you like Alex, and maybe if you know you
can do something in the future if anything
happens, if I'm not around to help."
You
swallow the lump in your throat and nod once
more. Gerard is being earnestly sincere,
something he rarely is. "I won't
tell."
Gerard keeps his head bent
towards the floor, his pale hands fidgeting
with each other in his lap. He's only dressed
in the jeans he wore tonight and nothing more,
his black hair sitting wildly upon his
head.
"You know Steven isn't Alex's real
father, right? Yeah well her real father was
stabbed in a bar fight when she was just a kid;
he was an alcoholic and was drunk when he died.
Her mom does drugs every day and is always high
on pills and [BAD WORD] like that. She
remarried when Alex was eight to another
alcoholic; Steven, her step-dad. He gets drunk
almost every night and he's horrible to Alex
most of the time because he's so fuckin' drunk.
Alex's mom doesn't treat her any better and
they always get in arguments because her mom
doesn't like her hanging out with us, but Alex
does anyway." Gerard runs a shaking hand
through his greasy, black hair. "I'm
worried Mikey. You know how Alex is. She
doesn't tell anybody anything until the last
minute, if not at all, and I'm scared that if
Steven or her mom abuses her that she won't
tell any of us. She always keeps her fuckin'
emotions bottled inside and then does something
stupid and I don't want her to do stuff like
that. She means so much to me, more than anyone
knows."
Gerard looks up at you with
hazel eyes glazed with fear. His face is etched
with dread and his visibly shaking hands don't
make anything all the more better.
This is
the first time you've ever seen Gerard
afraid.
"She's like my little sister and
I don't want to see her hurt." His voice
cracks and he looks to the floor again. "I
know I could never care for her the way you do,
but I don't want that. I like the relationship
we have. But if she breaks it, I don't know
what I'll do."
Another knot has lodged
it's way into your throat and this time you can
do nothing about it. You feel your head
starting to spin and as you look to the ground,
you feel the odd sensation to cry. Tears well
up in your eyes as you think over this
situation, one that seems so surreal in all
it's disgrace.
"Why didn't she want us
to know?" you manage to ask, still staring
at the floor.
Gerard draws in a quivering
breath. "She didn't say. She just said she
didn't want us to know." He looks at you
finally, and you do too, sensing it.
"Maybe it's because she didn't want us to
worry, or maybe it's because she's scared to
let other people know how her life really is,
but I had to tell you Mikey. I know you can do
something for her, I know you can be there for
her when I can't."
You stay silent, not
having anything to say to that. You know Gerard
is right. You can be there and you will
be there for Alex. No matter
what.
"Thanks Gerard." you say
quietly before taking your glasses off once
more and laying down in your bed, pulling the
blankets up to your shoulders. You roll over
onto your side, your back facing Gerard so he
won't see the pain in your eyes or the hurt
that this conversation has inflicted upon
you.
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Part Twelve [The Innocent Can Never Last] Mikey Way
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