I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter Seven: Devastation

        The trip to Battery City is long, and quite uneventful, except for the fact of Mikey falling for me. And me falling for him. The other guys seem happy for us, mostly. After I fainted, Mikey never moved from my side once. I guess he really does care about me. Turns out, the wound was just bugging me a bit, because it never happened again. I got up the next day and it was pretty much a regular day. Well, as regular as it can get on a tour bus with My Chemical Romance. There were video games and beer and cuss words. You know. Anyway, Mikey was kind of getting tired of being around the others. So he asked Pete to stop off at a car rental place. It wasn't weird though, apparently they did it all the time. I recognized that he wanted to be alone, so I stayed with the rest of them. He'd meet us in Battery City. I did not expect what followed. Cars go faster than buses, sometimes...too fast.

        The boys and I play halo. A lot of Halo. And then it's Red Dead Redemption. And Skyrim. And Lego Lord of the Rings. Anyway, I didn't think anything was going to happen, until I got the phone call. My phone rings and I pop up from the couch and walk over to my bed, picking it up and pressing it to my ear.

        "Yello?" I ask.

        "Hello." says a stern voice. A very stern voice. "Is this Pierce Rogent?"

        "Yes. Who's asking?"

        "I am Police Chief Logan Smith. I'm afraid I have bad news."

        "What?" I think I say it quietly, but the bus falls silent. The boys turn and look at me. "What happened? What's bad news?" I can't think of anything bad that could've happened. Was it Lizzy? Or Heath? What if it was Jared? I think nothing of Mikey.

        "Mikey Way." He pauses and I swear I stop breathing. "Do you know him."

        "Yes." Is all I can manage to choke out."

        "I'm sorry but....he was in a car crash. He's in critical condition." Everything freezes. My breathing, the bus, the boys. They all stop moving. My knees tremble and Gerard jumps out of his chair and catches me before I crash to the floor. He looks at me.

        "Wh-what?" I ask. "What....how?"

        "He was going fast, through an intersection and collided with another car. Surprisingly, the other guy got out uninjured." My eyes fill with tears, but I don't let them fall.

        "Whe....Where is he?"

        "Stanford. He was taken to Stanford." I shut the phone and race to the front of the bus, bursting into the driver’s compartment.

        "Stanford." I demand. "You have to take us there."

        "A hospital?" Pete asks. "Why do you need-"

        "Mikey's there." I choke and the first tear trickles down my face. I don't even remember falling, but I find Frank kneeling by my side, mouth moving frantically, though I cannot hear a word he is saying. The only things that I can hear...are those words. Over and Over in my head. Critical Condition. Critical Condition. Critical Condition. The tears stream down my cheeks and Ray tries to wipe them away, but they just keep coming. One question...one question brings me out of the phase.

        "What happened?" Gerard looks at me, fear in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I sit up, slowly and look at one particular place in the floor.

        "What happened?" I ask myself. "Mikey." I close my eyes and see a vision. Mikey's green rent-a-car smashing head on into a Subaru. Or a Toyota. Or a Ford. Or a Ram. Or a Chevy. The tears fall hard as my body begins to shake. An arm warps around my shoulders, but I push it off. It's not Mikey's. It's not his arm. "It's Mikey. Mikey was..he was." My throat tightens and I can't breathe. The tears are everything.