Chapter 2: Oh, Great.
Mikey was screaming and crying loudly. I got up as quick as I could and saw a toaster on Mike's right foot. Mikey was sitting on the ground tears rolling down his face and screaming. Not just crying. Screaming! I ran to his foot and basically throw the toaster! Gently, I touch his foot and he screams so loud it scared the living crap out of me! He slapped my hand! "N-no!..." He was crying hard still and I asked him "Mike's can you move your foot for me?" he shakes his head like he is saying 'no' and wipes some tears away while new ones, form. "Listen Mikey, We got get your shoe and sock off. Okay, little bro?" he keep shaking his head 'no'. Yes, this was my fault and it's probably just a burse that a 6 year takes to dramatically. "Sorry Mikes, I have to…" I slowly start taking off his shoe which made him scream loader than last time. He keeps wiping tears, and I started thinking…maybe, it's not just a burse. Very gently, I took off his sock next which is soft so it didn't hurt him much. Slowly, I sat his foot down, realizing it was all blue, purple, and even some green. "I'm sorry, Mikey." I hugged him and sat his head on my shoulder, crying getting my shirt all wet. It was my fault so; it's the least I could do. I went to the den and got a pillow to rest his foot on. Mikes, was still crying. God, why did I let him do it himself? "Mikey, can you tell me what happened?" "I-I was…I-I grabbed…" he was mumbling and not getting all his words out correctly. "Breathe Mikes, come on its okay." He took a beep breathe. "I-I…was trying to get the toaster…l-like you told me and it…it was too h-heavy. I-It slid out of my hands and…and on my f-foot." He was crying still and shaking a lot. "Aw, Mikes I'm sorry." I hugged him and keep crying on my shoulder again. He pushed me off him. "I-it hurts, Gerard!" he scram loud it hurt my ears. "I know Mike's." I suddenly heard a 'ring ring' it was mom. How was I ever going to tell her what happened she'd kill me! I wasn't watching him like she asked! "H-Hello…" I said, while walking out of the kitchen so she couldn't hear Mikey's crying. "Hey Gerard, Is everything doing okay?" "Y-yeah, just fine mom…" I was real nervous. "Well, okay, I'll be home in about 30 minutes. Love you! Bye!" "Love you…" As soon as that was over I ran to Mikey. "Can you walk?" I held my hand out to help him up, 1 leg up, now the other and 'crack'. His eyes went huge and he fell to the ground and cried harder than last time. Oh, my lord, why? He laid on the ground grapping his foot and tears running down his cheek. "Um, hold on Mikes." Of course he couldn't go anywhere anyway. I went to his room with a glass of water "Come on Mikes. I'm going to carry you too bed." I left him up, he wasn't that heavy. His head was leaning into my stomach, crying harder and harder. Poor, Mikes. I laid him down, gently and he was shaking and crying hard. I was about to leave the room until, he grabbed the back of my shirt, and tucked me back.
"S-stay!" I hugged him tight as he cried hard into my stomach. "Aw, Mike's I'll be right back, I have to change shirts. Okay?" He nodded and cried in his bed. I went to my room changed shirts and ran back to Mikey's room. I had given him a pill before, and it worked fast! He was asleep. Tears still on his face and a hand on his foot, I wiped the tears off his face and took his hand off his foot. I tucked him in and let him sleep. I sat in the den and mom finally got home. "Hey mom!" She looked around. "Where's your brother?" I looked up. "Oh, um sleeping." She knew something fishy was going on. She went into his room, and she was loud. He started to wake up and forgot about his foot. She walked out of the room and about 2 seconds later when tried to get up and scram on the top of his lungs…she ran into Mikey's room and saw his foot and how bad he was crying. "Gerard Arthur Way! Come here now!" she demanded. I walked slowly into the room, with my head down. "What happened to Mikey's foot!?"
"Well, mom you see…I wasn't watching over him…like you said and got hungry and tried to get the toaster out and it fell on his foot." She ran up too mikey and grabbed his foot and he scram! "Come on, Mikey were going to the hospital…your foot is broken. As for you Gerard you're going to your room and thinking about what you have done." She picked Mikey up and he cried into her stomach. I went to my room and sat there. What have I done…
