Tower Over Me (Waycest)

Chapter 31: Move Along.

Gerard's POV
Mikey excuses himself to go to the rest room but he stays gone for a while. Is he purging? Mikey had been diagnosed with EDNOS which means more than one eating disorder can effect him at once, and bulimia is included in that spectrum.

I try not to think about it. I lay back on my bed and close my eyes. I can't help but feel a bit paralyzed with shock, it's all happening so fucking quickly. I feel like I'm not appreciating it as much as I should.

I promise myself to take advantage of this time with my brother the minute he comes back. We had missed so many opportunities in the past, we don't have to do that anymore. I miss the way things used to be, but they have a chance to be so much better now. 

I have to protect Mikey. He's being strange, he could just be a bit shocked right now, I don't see why I'm not. However, he seems to be expressing that through his eating patterns and I can't let him end up in another hospital bed.

A memory hits me, a strong, blinding memory. 

I ran into the house, shouting as loud as I could, not caring that it was half past midnight.  "Mikey!" I couldn't face the fact that he wasn't here. Frank was out in the car waiting for me, just as worried as I was. I had been staying at his house for the night when we got a call from Mikey's best friend Ray saying that Mikey had blacked out.

I should have went directly to the hospital, but this is where they were when they called me, and that's where I shouted at Frank to drive. I was crying, and I felt like I could vomit. I knew Mikey hadn't eaten, I saw him the day before, and I could tell he was fasting. He hadn't eaten in at least a day yesterday, God only knows if he's going to live.

I wonder if anyone has called mom. I ran to Mikey's room, still shouting, but I don't quite remember everything I cried out. I will never forget what I screamed as I burst into Mikey's empty bed room. "Mikey! Please, oh my God I love you so much! I'm so sorry I haven't talked to you as much, we need to get to the hospital! Ray!" 

I realized that they weren't in the house, they must be on the way to the hospital. I ran over to the mirror, I knew there had to be something in here encouraging him to torture himself so much. There were several hardback note books stacked beside the mirror on top of a scale I had noticed missing from the bathroom a few weeks back. I picked up all four of the journals and slammed them into the mirror as hard as I could.

I screamed so loud my voice trembled and got quieter, I dropped the books and they crunched in the broken glass. I need to leave but I just want to rip apart these journals, I want to rip the ghosts of this illness out of my sweet little brother. But Mikey, was gone and he might be dead.

I looked around his dark bedroom, it towered over me, it laughed in my face. My brother had sat in here every day so lost in his own brain, so sad, so fucking sad. I turned around and punched what was left of the mirror as hard as I possibly could. What remained fell to the floor and the shards tore through my hand but I didn't care. I darted back for the front door.

I have to get to the hospital.

"Gee!" Mikey calls shaking my arm a bit. I looked at him for a moment, slightly confused. "You were zoned out, I think," He states a bit wearily. I force a small smile, "Sorry. I'm just kind of trying to understand."  He nods and sits down next to me.

I don't mention what I was thinking about. I didn't want to keep pushing him to talk about it, I wouldn't want to if I were him. I need to say something though, something. "I love you," I say placing my hand over his and he smiles down at them. "I love you too," He whispers. 

"Hey uh, I think I'm going to call Frank. Just to you know," Mikey nods and goes and sits at my desk, gingerly turning his phone on a scrolling through Facebook. I nod even though I feel a bit guilty, but I open up my contacts and press Frank's number, it's still labeled as Frankie <3

I edit it and take the heart out. Then I press call, smiling when he picks up so quickly, "Hey Gee, I can't really talk right now. I'm on my way to talk to my boss." I feel my stomach lurch slightly. "What's going on, are you like quitting your job?" There a small laugh on the other line. "I'll call you back later if it's not to late, bye." Then he hangs up.

I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat and set my phone back down. Mikey looks over his shoulder at me, "Everything okay?" I nod, "Frank was uh.. going to see his boss. He said he might call me back later." Mikey nods, "Just give him some time. He's probably not ready to talk to you...as like friends yet." I smile to myself, Mikey is trying to avoid hurting my feelings, that means a lot to me.

Frank's POV

I put my phone in my pocket as I get out of my car. I walk towards the entrance of the office building. It feels so good not having to be here to work all fucking day. I push the front doors open, the left end of the building where I usually spend most of my time is dark and quiet. It closes at seven, it's about nine now. 

The end where Brian usually works only has a few lights on. There are a few musicians recording or discussing things in a few of the studio rooms. I can hear several guitar riffs and voices. The light in Brians office is open, one of the managers of the band we were having paperwork problems with is standing in front of his desk talking. 

"We need to get in touch with Adrian's parents and get them to sign for it since he's not eighteen yet. If not we have to wait three months to send them anywhere out of state without parental consent," The tall man speaks boldly and Brian looks at him with half lidded eyes. "We can't get in touch with Adrian's parents or the band loses their lead singer, I already told you this. I need to speak with my employee in private, I don't have time to be repeating statements." Brian is pretty much the leader of the entire company, he's probably connected to this dudes boss. 

"Well you need to figure something out soon or find a backup plan singer, because as of right now, it doesn't look like Adrian is going, and we've sold to many tickets to not send the band." Brian rolls his eyes, "Okay. Come back Monday at five, we'll talk then." The man sighs, "Sir that's going to leave us two days to work something out if you don't." Brian nods, "I'm fully aware. Have a good night." The man nods and leaves, closing Brians office door behind him.

Brian sighs and looks at me, "We need to figure out what we're going to do."