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Before Arienette

I push the door open and wave to my parents’ car so they can drive away. Their car disappears as I step into the dark living room of our home. I flip on the nearest light switch and head to the stairs.
I trudge up and turn to the left to check my brother’s room. I slowly push the door open to see his empty bed. I turn on the light and scan carefully for a note. I spot a folded piece of paper on his pillow. I settle down on his bed and unfold the paper that was obviously for me to read because of my name messily scribbled on the front. The messy note reads:

Mikey,
Amy called last minute. She said she wanted to ‘talk’…I have a bad feeling about this. I’m at Amy’s house if you need me at all. I’ll be back by midnight!
Gerard.

I let a little smile cross my face and fade. Amy for Gerard usually means bad. I set the note to the side of me and go to Gerard’s dresser. I pull out the small, top, middle drawer and dig through his black socks for his black case with the red skull and cross bones on the front.
After a few seconds of searching the drawer I figure he must’ve taken it with him. To me that just screams bad because that small black case is his well-hidden stash of cutting implements.
I walk back to his bed and lay down. A sudden rush of fatigue falls over me and I soon fall asleep.

I awake after the first ring of the phone from my parents’ room. I climb out of bed and quickly glance at the clock to see it’s barely midnight. I dash to my parents’ bedroom and get the phone before the last ring.
“Step one slit my throat,” says Gerard from the other end. “Step two play in my blood, step three cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house, step four stop off at edge brook creek and rinse your crimson hands.”
“Gerard?” I question when he’s done quoting ‘This Could Be Love’ by Alkaline Trio. “Gerard, are you okay?”
“Tell Amy I said ‘goodbye’ because I’m already dead to her,” he continues on, overlooking my question.
“Gerard?” I scream and the phone line cuts. He must’ve hung up the phone. I quickly go to my shoes. Millions of thoughts plague my head as I tie my shoes and open the door. I dash down the night streets toward Amy’s.
I approach her door panting; hoping I don’t have an asthma attack. I proceed to knock on her door only to see the door open and a tired-looking Amy face me.
“He locked himself in the bathroom,” her unworried self tells me.
I step in and look around. “First door on you left,” Amy informs me, still appearing completely unworried.
I follow her directions and go to the first door on the left and karate kick it open. I see Gerard sitting in the bathtub, full clothed, with the shower shooting down water to wash away the blood. I slowly walk to his side and kneel down. I reach my arm across the cold water and check his left wrist only to see a big gash down his forearm. I immediately go to check his pulse. I get a weak one and turn towards the doorway to see Amy standing there with surprised look on her face.
“Call 911!” I shout to her and she dashes off.
I turn off the shower and watch the water drain. I push some of my brother’s black hair from his face to see the saddest look left there. It makes me just want to hug him but I remember my initial thought. I get towels from a nearby drawer and cover him up to keep him warm.
Not too long after I hear sirens coming. They stop and soon there is a knock at the front door. Amy opens it and directs them to where I am with Gerard. I stand up only to get pushed aside as the paramedics load my brother onto the medical bed and take him to the ambulance. I follow close behind and get into the ambulance with him. Amy just stands in the doorway of her home as the ambulance drives away.

Description
Before Arienette

I push the door open and wave to my parents’ car so they can drive away. Their car disappears as I step into the dark living room of our home. I flip on the nearest light switch and head to the stairs.
I trudge up and turn to the left to check my brother’s room. I slowly push the door open to see his empty bed. I turn on the light and scan carefully for a note. I spot a folded piece of paper on his pillow. I settle down on his bed and unfold the paper that was obviously for me to read because of my name messily scribbled on the front. The messy note reads:

Mikey,
Amy called last minute. She said she wanted to ‘talk’…I have a bad feeling about this. I’m at Amy’s house if you need me at all. I’ll be back by midnight!
Gerard.

I let a little smile cross my face and fade. Amy for Gerard usually means bad. I set the note to the side of me and go to Gerard’s dresser. I pull out the small, top, middle drawer and dig through his black socks for his black case with the red skull and cross bones on the front.
After a few seconds of searching the drawer I figure he must’ve taken it with him. To me that just screams bad because that small black case is his well-hidden stash of cutting implements.
I walk back to his bed and lay down. A sudden rush of fatigue falls over me and I soon fall asleep.

I awake after the first ring of the phone from my parents’ room. I climb out of bed and quickly glance at the clock to see it’s barely midnight. I dash to my parents’ bedroom and get the phone before the last ring.
“Step one slit my throat,” says Gerard from the other end. “Step two play in my blood, step three cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house, step four stop off at edge brook creek and rinse your crimson hands.”
“Gerard?” I question when he’s done quoting ‘This Could Be Love’ by Alkaline Trio. “Gerard, are you okay?”
“Tell Amy I said ‘goodbye’ because I’m already dead to her,” he continues on, overlooking my question.
“Gerard?” I scream and the phone line cuts. He must’ve hung up the phone. I quickly go to my shoes. Millions of thoughts plague my head as I tie my shoes and open the door. I dash down the night streets toward Amy’s.
I approach her door panting; hoping I don’t have an asthma attack. I proceed to knock on her door only to see the door open and a tired-looking Amy face me.
“He locked himself in the bathroom,” her unworried self tells me.
I step in and look around. “First door on you left,” Amy informs me, still appearing completely unworried.
I follow her directions and go to the first door on the left and karate kick it open. I see Gerard sitting in the bathtub, full clothed, with the shower shooting down water to wash away the blood. I slowly walk to his side and kneel down. I reach my arm across the cold water and check his left wrist only to see a big gash down his forearm. I immediately go to check his pulse. I get a weak one and turn towards the doorway to see Amy standing there with surprised look on her face.
“Call 911!” I shout to her and she dashes off.
I turn off the shower and watch the water drain. I push some of my brother’s black hair from his face to see the saddest look left there. It makes me just want to hug him but I remember my initial thought. I get towels from a nearby drawer and cover him up to keep him warm.
Not too long after I hear sirens coming. They stop and soon there is a knock at the front door. Amy opens it and directs them to where I am with Gerard. I stand up only to get pushed aside as the paramedics load my brother onto the medical bed and take him to the ambulance. I follow close behind and get into the ambulance with him. Amy just stands in the doorway of her home as the ambulance drives away.