Mike's POV~

I yawned and sat up, glancing at the clock. 6:02 am. Vic was singing in the shower and the alarm was going crazy. I got up and turned off the alarm, then went and sat by the bathroom door, waiting for Vic to come out so I could go in and take my shower. As I waited, I couldn't keep myself from wondering what Satan had in store for us today. I wondered if it would be Kellin or Alex that beat me up today? I secretly hoped it was Kellin, because he was a bit smaller than Alex, and if need be I could probably take him in a fight. I stood up as I heard the shower water cut off, and Vic step out.

After a few minutes of shuffling around, the door opened and Vic came out. He smiled warmly as he saw me, and said, "Good morning little brother. I see the alarm did it's job today." He laughed slightly and we switched places. I closed the door and waited to hear him walk downstairs, before slowly and carefully pulling off my sweatpants. I looked at my thighs, which had bright red lines all over them. Vic couldn't know about this. I was supposed to be his support, and stay strong for him, but I couldn't even stay strong for myself. I am such a useless brother. I winced in pain, as I stepped into the warm shower water, letting it hit the fresh cuts on my leg. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting the pain of the warm water on the wounds consume me.

I heard a small knock on the door a bit later. "C'mon Mikey," Vic sighed through the door. "We gotta go now."

I turned off the water, and once again waited to hear the sound of footsteps, signalling that it was safe. Once the footsteps were gone, I stepped out of the shower and carefully pulled on my boxers, then my jeans, gasping as the cloth made contact with the cuts. I brushed my teeth and put my piercings in place, then looked in the mirror one last time. "Worthless," I muttered at my reflection, then turned and walked out the door. I grabbed my backpack and a granola bar, then walked out to Vic's small pickup. The one Mama used to kill herself. I wish that car hadn't made it out of the wreckage.

I climbed in and immediately buckled my seatbelt. Every time I got in a vehicle, I had a flashback from the crash that stole half of my family. That was part of the reason I never bothered to get my license. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Vic started the car and backed out of the driveway, singing along to the radio. I listened intently. Vic's voice is the only thing that keeps me calm. It has some sort of magical calming effect over me, and he knows it. He sings when we are in the car, and he sings to me every time I have one of my panic attacks, or a night terror. He'd even recorded a few songs that he wrote, and given them to me for when we were apart. He is such a great big brother, I thought. He doesn't deserve a shit sibling like me.

I knew that before the crash, Tyler had been his best friend, and his favorite brother. They had a connection that I was never a part of. I can't help but to wish that it was me who died instead of Tyler. Vic would be so much better off with Tyler instead of me, and Mama probably would still be alive if Tyler was, instead of me. But no, I'd lived instead of my baby brother that everyone had loved so dearly. Worthless, I repeated to myself. Worthless.

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*ten minutes later, at school*

Vic's POV~

I parked the car, and reassuringly squeezed my brother's leg. That caused him to wince, and I hoped that he hadn't done anything to himself. He turned and gave me a smile that would be pretty convincing to any other person, but I was his brother, so I could see right through his feigned happiness. We got out of the car, and started to walk towards the school.

"Hey emo! Haven't offed yourself yet? Guess I owe Alex ten bucks now," none other than Kellin fucking Quinn said, in his shrill and obnoxious voice. He smirked as he walked towards me. Shit, I thought. He raised his fist and I closed my eyes and braced myself for impact, but it never came. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Trying to save your useless brother?" Kellin said, clearly getting pissed. I opened my eyes to find that Mike had caught his fist. "Not today, Quinn. I'm done. You can hit me, call me shitty names, I don't give a fuck. I am worthless. But you can't mess with my brother anymore. He means too much to me. Hit me, scrawny bitch. I dare you!" Mike said, through clenched teeth.

I stood there in shock. "I don't give a fuck. I am worthless."His words echoed in my head. Did he really think that about himself? Did he not know how much he helped me? How much he meant to me?

I was jerked out of my thoughts as I heard Kellin's high pitched voice say, "Gladly." Then smirk, and threw punch after punch at my baby brother. I stood there in shock, and before I knew it, Kellin was on the ground, with my foot on his chest. "No one messes with my baby brother. Not anymore," I said, in a somewhat demonic voice that admittedly scared me a little. Kellin looked terrified, and I took my foot off of him. I spat on him, and took my equally as frightened little brother by the hand, and said, back to my normal tone now, "Let's go Mike. We gotta get to class." With that, I dragged him into the school. I don't think Kellin will be a problem for us again.

Suddenly, Mike's arm was jerked out of my grip, and he was on the ground, with his nose bleeding. I looked up and realized it was Kellin, again. This time, I didn't get to stop him, as two girls, who looked about mine and Mike's ages, jumped on him. Vicious, I thought. I like them.

Notes

Aww poor Mikey :( He can't catch a break! And hey, they met the sisters! What do you think's gonna go down next? Sorry for not updating really quickly, I have been kind of sick xC
I will try to update more often! Hope you're still reading C:

~Shayde~