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Skylines and Turnstiles

~The Next Day~

*Gerard's P.O.V.*

I woke up with my face on the floor and instantly felt a pounding in my head.
I checked my watch for the time.
6:12 am
Fucking great! I had to get up and ready for school. Class was at 8 today.
I got up and looked for Serenity on my way to the kitchen to simply find her sitting at the table with an ice pack to her head.
"Well, this may be the first time I see you a total wreck," I said jokingly.
Despite the fact her hair was a mess, eyeliner was smeared, lipstick was off, and her eyes were puffy, she looked beautiful to me.

"Haha, you aren't so far behind, love," she responded with a smile.

I put in coffee on top of the coffee maker and filled up the container all the way because of our guests. As I looked around, I didn't spit Mikey or Ray. They must've left on a romantic getaway.

"Gerard, I don't feel like going to class today. I'm completely sore and my head is pounding, " she said weakly.
"That's fine love, after all, I don't want you to spy on me for tonight's plans."
Today was a year together with her. I wanted tonight to be special..

*An Hour Later*

"Serenity," I called out," Baby, I'm leaving. Make sure you drink plenty of cranberry juice. I love you!"

I shut the door behind me silently and made my way towards my car.
As I drove onto the freeway, I had a terrible sinking feeling in my gut, but brushed it off making myself believe it was the hangover I had.

As I got off the freeway, I made my way towards the school, but noticed something strange...

*Serenity's P.O.V.*

After Gee left, I decided to pour myself some more coffee and turn on the t.v. in the kitchen.

"Breaking news from New York. This just in, a terrorist plane has just crashed into one of the twin towers! We alert anyone who may be outside to find refuge someplace safe and away from this building. Here is a reporter streaming live from our station's helicopter, "

At the sight of this, I dropped my cup of coffee breaking it into various pieces.
Tears ran down my face and my first reacting thoughts were of Gerard.

*Gerard's P.O.V.*

In the middle of the road I stopped my car to hope that what I was looking at wasn't real.

An airplane had suddenly seemed to have lost control and crashed into one of the twin towers.
Tears ran down my face as I saw people jump out of the buildings.

Innocent people with regular lives, bound to their last hope; suicude.
This wasn't right. It wasn't right at all.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
It was a text from Serenity.

Babe I saw what happened, please tell me you're okay :'c
-Serenity

I couldn't find the right words to describe the horror I was watching. I couldn't respond to Serenity's text.
A few minutes later another text came in.

Babe please answer.... I'm losing it and idk if you're okay...
- Serenity

Soon after her text, a text from.Mikey came in as well.

Gerard are you okay? Serenity called and is desperate. Where are you????
-Mikey

I snapped out of my trance and answered Mikey.

Tell her I'm fine...I'm not hurt, but I'm very strongly impacted by this situation. I'm taking refuge by the gas station a few blocks away from the tower...
-Gerard

Then I replied to Serenity.

Babe I'm fine...don't worry..I'm coming home shortly ..
-Gerard

After sending out the texts I went back to thinking how wrong this entire situation was.

These skylines were forever engraved in my memory.
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~Later That Night~

I spent the entire day locked up in the basement of my parents' house; it was my old room after all.
Everything was the way I had left it a few months before. My jarred bat was on the top shelf of my closet.
I spent most of the time in here to draw out my feelings yet, I still didn't feel right.
I pulled out a piece of line paper and decided to write what I felt instead.

This broken city sky like butane on my skin
Stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here...

Soon after, I realized that maybe, just maybe these words could be turned into lyrics.

*Ray's P.O.V.*

I was in the middle of watching the news so I could fully grasp the concept of today's tragedy.
As the news anchor finished his report, he asked for a moment of silence in remembrance of all those who had died.
9/11 was then marked down as an important event in U.S. history.

As I turned off the television, my phone rang.

"Hello? Ray, I need your help," it was Gerard.

"Yeah man. Whats wrong? I heard you were locked up in your room and didn't wanna talk to anyone," I said curiously.
"Yeah, well that's beside the point, Fro Fro. Anyways, remember the song I wrote for Serenity a while back?"
"Yeah, Headfirst For Halos, right?"
"Yeah. Anyways, I need your help to compose another."
"Sure. What's it called? "
"I think I'm going to call it Skylines and Turnstiles. I think I can finally find a better use for myself."
"Sure man, stop by anytime."

He then said his goodbyes and hung up.
I wonder what he meant by "a better use for himself".

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Author's Note
Oh geez, this chapter took me a while to write...
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this. Till next time, and thx so much for reading

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