Five: Pete's house

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MIKEY'S P.O.V


I woke up at midnight to the doorbell; I knew it was Gerard. Thank god it didn't wake mum up she would've tried to lecture him while he's drunk, that never ends well. I go downstairs, somethings wrong, he usually rings the doorbell so much it's annoying. Maybe he isn't drunk. He might have just gone out to Pete's house or something, no,  Pete would've called me to say he was ok. I opened the door


Oh fuck 

OH fuck

OH FUCK

GERARD, GERARD FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

N O NO NONONO NON ONO NO!!

SOMEONE HELP

WHY CAN'T I TALK 

I CAN'T SHOUT 

I HAve to force a scream; there's nothing else I CAN do

That's when I passed out


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