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

Chapter Eighteen: More Dracs

        I lie in the hospital bed, for a week and a half, not talking. I don't speak. Not once. Mikey begins to worry. He stays by me all the time, keeping me company.

        I think about how I could've kept that child. I could've loved her. But I didn't. I let her go. Someone else's daughter. Not mine. She will grow up with her parents, never knowing that she is the blood-daughter of a rockstar. When Mikey isn't in the room with me, I let the tears roll down my cheeks and splash onto the sheets. I was strong. Nine months later, I've become weak. The nurses tell me that I have been discharged. I have to go home.

        Mikey walks into the room. The sheets are pulled up to my chin, my face deep in the pillows.

        "Pierce," He sits on the edge of the bed. "We have to go. You can't stay here anymore. You aren't a patient anymore." He grasps my hand in both of his. "Come on, baby. Let's go." He pulls the sheet off of me.

        "Did I do the right thing?" I ask and Mikey jumps.

        "You talked."

        "Yes. But did I do the right thing?"

        "What do you mean?"

        "Giving her up for adoption." I sit up and swing my legs off the bed. They are still, as they should be, I haven't walked for a week. I cautiously place my foot on the floor, making sure I can walk first. I put pressure on my ankles and stand, clutching the bed. Mikey walks around and puts his hands on my waist, to steady me.

        "Yes." He says, helping me to walk to the door. "I do."

        "Thanks." I murmur as he helps me into my coat. As we walk out of the room, I am nearly tackled by Frank. He scrambles forward and throws his arms around my neck. "Uh...." I gasp, confused.

        "You live!!!" He screeches and lets go of me. "Sorry." He grins. "I wasn't sure you'd ever get up."

        "Well," I retort. "I did." And then I speed up, walking in front of the four boys. I push the door open and step out of the hospital. Think of it this way, I'm free of a burden. I can do whatever I want, where ever I want. I don't have to be held down by a child. I stand in the parking lot, scanning for the bus. It isn't there. Mikey walks up and put his arm around me shoulder, his mouth close to me ear.

        "We haven't called it, deary." He whispers.

        "Right." I smile and whip out my phone. As I dial Jake's number, the bus pulls up in front of us. I smile, roll my eyes towards Mikey and flip my phone shut. I climb onto the bus, and it definitely feels good to be back on it. I smile and slump down into my favorite couch seat, Mikey sitting next to me. He smiles at me, like he wants something. "What?"

        "You should get a tattoo." I stare at him, bewildered.

        "What?"

        "You know, a tattoo. You held a baby in your stomach for nine months and you should get a celebratory tattoo."

        "Fuck all of it." Gerard mutters. I turn around and see him staring hard at a black screen. "Damn it" He presses his hand to his lips. "God. Why now?"

        "Um...Gee?" I ask. He turns to me, anger and worry in his eyes. "What?"

        "We've got a mother fucking crowd of Dracs overcoming a city." he pauses, "Shit." He begins to rub his temples. "I've never seen a crowd of dracs this big before."