Never Be Afraid Again (sequel to We'll Carry On)

Saints protect her now.

Major brownie points to whoever can name the song the title came from. I hope you guys like this chapter! It's a tear jerker for sure. Feedback, I neeed it!!

Enjoy my little killjoys!

xoxo

S. Way

Stormy's Point of View

When I opened my eyes once again, I was in a park back home in New Jersey. It was my favorite park growing up and especially after my parents had died. It was dusk and the park was abandoned, so I headed for the swings. So this must be the afterlife. Huh, I always imagined it a little more, let's say glamorous. How did I know I was dead?

Gerard's Grandmother materialized from the ashes of the ground and sat next to me on a swing.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Gerard has spoken very highly of you. I'm so sorry that your time together was cut so short." She looked just like the pictures I had seen of her. White, medium length hair, a warm smile gracing her lips, bright hazel eyes, and a warm complexion.

"It's nice to finally meet you, too, Elena. Gerard has said nothing but kind things about you." I giggled as she pulled me into a warm hug. She smelled of paint and coffee.

"Do you know what happened to me?" I asked pulling back, not really remembering the past couple of days.

"Well, as you know, you were really sick, ALL." That's right, I have cancer. "You went into early labor with Bandit, who is perfectly fine. Sadly, it put a lot of strain on your heart and your lungs, which collapsed. Your heart gave out and you stopped breathing before you got to meet your little girl. Gerard is very smitten with her, given she's the spitting image of you and him." Fuck, Gerard.

"Is he okay? How is Gerard?"

"That's what I'm here to talk to you about. You are going to wake up, eventually. Right now, your body needs time to heal and recover from the surgery you underwent. You are going to meet your little girl and keep an eye on your family until you wake up. They're all a mess, I can see why though. You're a sweetheart." She smiled warmly, taking my hand. So, I was dead but I wasn't. I'm a... ghost?

Fucking Gee and his obsession with haunted shit. Oh, I was going to have fun.

"So, I'll be a ghost?" I asked reiterating my thoughts. Elena nodded her head.

"Enough with all the serious shit would you like to go home?" she smiled at me, pulling me up with her. I nodded my head excitedly, and off we went.

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"Guys, I can't lose Stormy. She's, she's my best friend. Who else will do stupid shit with me and get kicked out of malls with me? Storm held us all together, man. Gerard, she's your wife, and she's Bandits mommy. She needs to wake up and be her mom. That's literally all she wanted; to be Bandit's mom. If we lose her... we'll fall apart, I'll fall apart." Frank started shaking again, falling into his wife's arms. "Jamz, I can't lose her. Bandit deserves to know her mom, and Gerard deserves his wife, and we all need her. God fucking dammit. Make her wake up! Please" That was the first thing I heard, Frank hysterically begging his sobbing wife to bring me back to him. It broke my heart to see my short stack like this, all because of me.

"They won't be able to see you. You're body has been resuscitated, you're just a spirit." Elena whispered to me.

I walked over to Frank, who was still in hysterics in Jamia's arms and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Fuck, Frank. I'm so sorry, but it will all be okay again. I swear, it will be okay." I cooed as if he could hear me. I had never felt so much remorse in my entire life. I didn't plan to die, it just sort of happened. If I had known it would cause everyone so much pain and grief, I would have fought death harder.