Title: Freak of Basement Rating: 15 (Swearing, Self Harm, sexual scenes,) Important Characters: Gerard, Frank, Mikey. Other characters will appear Summary: Mikey misses the old Gerard. He hates the new, cold, lost, depressed, hidden brother he has now. With his friends becoming frightened to go to his place incase they see Gerard, Mikey becomes lonely and begins to fear he;ll turn into hsi twisted brother. Until he befriends the punk boy from park... Genre: Romance Character ages (too stop any confussion): Gerard - 17, Mikey & Frank - 14, Mikey's friends age range between 13 and 15. Chapter 1: Pray---------------- Page 1 Chapter 2: Red & Black--------- Page 1 Chapter 3: Back Again---------- Page 1 Chapter 4: Frank's house ------- Page 2________ ____________________________________________ Chapter 1 : pray Like every morning, I sat at the table eating toast and trying to bloke out the memory of the strange sounds I'd heard the night before. Well, they weren't strange anymore. I'd been hearing then at night for the past two years. I'd bite my tongue to stop me from crying and stuffed my head under my pillows. I could still hear those awful sounds. Mum and Dad never heard them, they were such deep sleepers. I really should start making things abit clearer to you... I am Michael James Way, 14 years old, son of Donna Lee Way and Donald James Way, younger brother to... Gerard Arthur Way... Gerard, my older brother, is the one who keeps me awake at night! Sometimes he's he yelling. Normally because his artwork won't go right. Sometimes he's smashing something. Normally alcohol bottles. Sometimes hes banging something. This can range from banging his head to a wall, to someone's body... I don't hearing him 'getting it on' much. And when I do, I rarely see them the next morning or the night before. They're mostly one night stands. I finished my first slice of toast and started my second as my mum entered the room. Her messy blonde hair bouncying about his boney shoulders and her Marge Simpson slimpers slapping against the floor. I giggled to my self slightly as I glanced at her lips. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mike, I know! I look like a fish!" She sighed. My mum has recently had plastic surgery on her lips. For the second time. She took so much pride in her appearence, having plastic surgery on every part of her body that she thought needed it. I just hope she doesn't turn into a f**king Jordan-look-a-like or something. My swollen-mouthed mother went on to say- "But in a few more days when the swelling has gone down, they'll look beauti-" "Just as f**king ugly as before". Gerard. I bit my lip and bowed my head, hoping my long fringe could hid me. Lucky for me, he walked across the kitchen not taking the slightest bit notice of me. "Thanks for the boost of confidence, Gerard." My mum said sarcasticly. " What made you leave your coffin?" Gerard ignored her. "Look, sweetie, I know you dad has been acting like a prick towards you for a while now, but-" She took a breath. I heard someone, most probably my brother, open the fridge "But, I still love you. No matter what. Couldn't you just..." Her voice faded off. I looked up and saw Gerard pouring cereal and milk into a bowl. He grabbed a spoon and began to shove the food down his throat. Mum sighed again, staring at him as if he was a hurt puppy. "I love you..." She said. She sounding so desperate for his love it was truely heart breaking. I watch Gerard throw the empty bowl into the sink. He began to walk back to his bedroom-basement. He stopped so he was standing next to mum. He gave her a quick kiss on her rosey cheek, before strolling off mumbling 'i love you'. My mother always has been one of those tough women, who shrug everything off and looked like they would fight a bull and win. But at the moment, when Gerard shut his basement door, she broke down in tears. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - School had sucked. Like always. Even my friends suck now! They don't want to come round my house because they think Gerard might do something weird. My mate Kevin even believes he'll slit their throats! Knowing the effect it would have if my friends found out, I never told them that Gerard was brother. I even joined in in their conversations on dissing him. "He's such a f**king freak!" "He looks dead..." "Has he heard of sun?" "Bet he f**king cuts him self..." "He's an emo" "He's gay" "Emo" "Gay" "Freak" "f**ker" "Freak...." It felt like knife piercing my skin everytime they made fun of him. But it after a while, they found out. Mr White, our science teacher had once accidently called me Gerard. My friends had shock it off, thinking it nothing. I had survived. But My White really let out my secret her he asked how my 'Big Brother Gerard' was. My friends had been confussed, and slightly angry. They said we were still best friends and it didn't change anything. But they started becoming scared to come round my house. I found a slight relief when my mate Steve admited 'I don't want to go round your house because of you freak of a brother'. Freak. Yeah. He got that right... Once, Gerard hadn't only been my big brother, but my best friend and protect her. No one was mean to little Mikey! Not if they wanted to mess with Gerard! But that all changed. He changed. I can't even remember what he looks like when he smiles. At 12, he started listening to alot of punk and rock music. When he showed me, i had thought it was awesome. When he start wearing band t-shirts, and dyed his brown locks black, i thought he was awesome. I was totally in awe of him. Until a month before my 11th birthday. I had come down stairs at half 10 at night for a glass of water. I had heard my brother, then 14, talking to parents. "No...no, this can't be... This some sick joke, I-" I heard my father stutter. "Honey, are you sure? How can you know, I mean, your 14..." My mother asked. "Yes I am. And do you want to know how I'm sure?" I looked through the crack at the door, and saw my family sitting at the table together. "How- No. You didn't... You f**king didn't... You-" "I kissed a boy." My mouth dropped at Gerard's words. A boy? Why would he... "Honey, you shouldn't be so certain. I mean, a kiss? A kiss doesn't mean anything!" Mum half laughed. "Does sex?" Gerard asked. My parents paused. " If it does. I am SURE I'm gay" Gay? Gerard was gay? I took a step back from the door, before hearing my dad yell and the sound of smashing china. I ran up to my room and hid under the sheets of the bed. It wasn't enough. I heard dad yelling. Mum begging. Gee Sobbing. Gee pleading. Gee... I pushed the throughts out of head as i headed home. I really didn't want to. Then i had an idea. A short cut for the way home from school was through the park. Gerard had shown it to me when we were close... I decided I'd hang by the swings for a while I walked through the gates and headed to the play area. I jumped over the metal fence and hopped on to the swing. I kicked my legs back and forth, the wind running through the hair, punching my face and smoking up my glasses. Gee used to push me on the swing... I stopped kicking at this memory, and let the swing come to a hault. I stared at my black converses. I miss him. Every day, ever hour. It's like he's dead. I sighed and lift my head. I almost jumped out my seat when I looked at the play area infront of me... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope this isn't too poop XD Anyway, comments please! And if you have ideas/suggestions for the story, just say int he comments. 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