Save Mikey Way

10~

Mikey.

That's it. I'm so done with everyone's bullshit.

I'm sick of everything and everyone.

It's December 20th and it couldn't go worse.

I tried breaking up with Pete.
Yeah I broke up with him, he broke my nose and fucking raped me again.

Gerard is staying at aunt Lydia's with Elena because  she's sick and I'm staying at Frank's.

I broke up with Pete from the phone and when I got home to pick up my bass he was there and he was not happy to see me. After a punch to my nose, he led me inside and just fucked me and then the motherfucker left.

After it had been around two hours, Frank showed up, worried, and found me curled up in the corner of the living room, crying and shaking maniacally.

I told him what happened and in matter of seconds, he was on the phone to the police and the police was on their way to the Wentz residence.

Pete didn't even deny his actions, so he was arrested.

After Frank promised me that everything was going to be okay and me repeatedly begging him not to call Gerard, we went back to his place.

I made sure I had my blades in my phone case and pills in my pocket.

We were playing video games and watching movies until 1am when he got sleepy and went to sleep, leaving me alone in the guest's room.

Now in the bathroom.

I lock.

Nothing stops me.

It's finally time.

I open the bottle with the pills and take a whole lot of them and since they're Xanax and I know they won't do much, I get out my sharpest razor blade.

I don't bother to leave a note, only write "it was time." on my phone's notes, which I'm planning to leave open so when they find me, hopefully dead, they'll see.

I don't waste much time on just cutting, as I only make about six large cuts, and go straight to the point.

"I'm sorry Gee." I think before making a huge and burning cut right on my vein.

I fall to the ground and feel my stomach twisting as well, signaling that the pills have worked.

Apparently, me falling was so loud that I heard Frank getting up and banging on the door.

Damnit, his mother was gone this evening and I forgot that the bathroom was right next to his room.

"Mikey, Mikey what's wrong?" He shouts while still banging on the door.

I cannot find the will or power to answer him so I just lay there waiting for my end.

He starts banging louder.

He broke the door.

He got in and rushed to me, screaming non stop.

Everything fades to black.

It's finally over.

I feel everything all at once.