Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This), chapter 3
*Mikey's POV*
I lay awake in my bed trying desperately to sleep, but it wasn't working. I got up and wandered into Gerard's old room. It was exactly how he'd left it that night when he went out. I'm just glad I got to see him before he died.
I sat on the floor so that I didn't move anything, I just wanted it to stay as it was. He'd have liked that. He was always a pretty tidy person. I leaned against the bed, just wishing it was all back to normal, that he'd burst through the door, throw his arm round me and tell me it was gonna be okay. He never did. The bed sheets still smelt of his aftershave, and faintly of cigarettes. He'd always sneak in a crafty one out the window before my mom could catch him. Occasionally I would too. It was one of a lot of things that we had in common. We both loved music, art, and the occasional drink.
I let tears run down my face and onto the sheets.
"Why couldn't you have stayed in? Why did you have to sneak out like that?" I went over to the window and sparked up a cigarette.
"This one's for you, you silly git." I took a long drag and instantly felt better. I could almost hear what he'd say to me. 'You don't want to do that. Kills ya. You couldn't save us some though could ya? '. He was always a joker. At that very moment I heard my mom shouting.
"Mikey, what are you doing in there?"
"Nothing, mom," I yelled in a panic, trying to stub out my cigarette on my shirt.
"Go back to bed. And make sure you haven't moved anything in Gerard's room."
I crashed back on my bed, not bothering to pull the sheets back over me. All I could think of was Gerard. As soon as I was sure my mom was asleep, I unearthed my stash of vodka. I never bothered with a glass coz my intention in the first place was to get as drunk as possible. It took the pain away.
I lay awake in my bed trying desperately to sleep, but it wasn't working. I got up and wandered into Gerard's old room. It was exactly how he'd left it that night when he went out. I'm just glad I got to see him before he died.
I sat on the floor so that I didn't move anything, I just wanted it to stay as it was. He'd have liked that. He was always a pretty tidy person. I leaned against the bed, just wishing it was all back to normal, that he'd burst through the door, throw his arm round me and tell me it was gonna be okay. He never did. The bed sheets still smelt of his aftershave, and faintly of cigarettes. He'd always sneak in a crafty one out the window before my mom could catch him. Occasionally I would too. It was one of a lot of things that we had in common. We both loved music, art, and the occasional drink.
I let tears run down my face and onto the sheets.
"Why couldn't you have stayed in? Why did you have to sneak out like that?" I went over to the window and sparked up a cigarette.
"This one's for you, you silly git." I took a long drag and instantly felt better. I could almost hear what he'd say to me. 'You don't want to do that. Kills ya. You couldn't save us some though could ya? '. He was always a joker. At that very moment I heard my mom shouting.
"Mikey, what are you doing in there?"
"Nothing, mom," I yelled in a panic, trying to stub out my cigarette on my shirt.
"Go back to bed. And make sure you haven't moved anything in Gerard's room."
I crashed back on my bed, not bothering to pull the sheets back over me. All I could think of was Gerard. As soon as I was sure my mom was asleep, I unearthed my stash of vodka. I never bothered with a glass coz my intention in the first place was to get as drunk as possible. It took the pain away.
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