You're Not in this Alone *The final book in the We'll Carry on Series*

I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling.

Stormy’s Point of View:

“Wakey up, mommy! Wakey up!!” I heard someone scream through a fog. A little girl with a small, shrill voice filled with excitement. My head was pounding and my throat felt like it was on fire.

I tried answering her to tell her she must have had the wrong girl, but I couldn’t make the words form. It felt like I was trapped in glass box on display. But the thing is, they could all see me, but I couldn’t see them. They could hear me, but I could barely hear them. They could speak to me, but I couldn’t speak to them. It was driving me insane. I felt someone’s hand in mine, so I mustered up all of my strength and slid my body up slightly, causing my sheets to ruffle. The room fell silent, even through the fog.

“Stormy, baby, can you hear me?” I felt hands on my face. I knew that voice, I just couldn’t place it. It was so familiar, and they knew me. Who was it?

“Cloud, whatever you just did, do it again. C’mon Stormy.” That was definitely someone I knew, it had to be. I would notice that nickname anywhere, I just couldn’t place who had given it to me. My mind refused to work, refused to let me remember.

I tried to move again, but it felt like an anchor was lying on top of me, crushing me. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to move but I literally couldn’t. No matter how many times this happens, no matter how many times I’m knocked unconscious or put in a fucking coma, I will never get used to this feeling. I hated not having control of myself.

“Please, baby. Please, don’t just give me hope and yank it away again. Don’t you dare. Don’t do this to Bandit, Stormy.” Bandit, fuck, that’s right. I knew Bandit, but I couldn’t remember how. She called me mommy? I was a mommy? Fuck, I had a child that I couldn’t even remember. And the mother of the year award goes to… someone fucking else.

Gerard!! My mind screamed. It all came back to me. I was married to Gerard Way. I had his daughter! Bandit Lee Way, my precious little baby. That nickname, it was Franks! I remembered! Wait, why was I unconscious though? What had happened to me? I felt my eyes begin to flutter and my heart pick up pace.

“That’s it baby, come on, come back to me. Follow my voice Stormy.” Gerard encouraged. I did as I was told, feeling myself head towards the end of the tunnel.

I was out of breath and sore from head to toe, but I followed his voice, clung to the familiarity. His voice was raspy, tired and laced with hope. I could hear it in his voice that he hadn’t slept properly in days. I would lecture him about that when I woke up. I couldn’t exactly do it right now. Damn, the word ‘couldn’t’ had really pried itself into my budding vocabulary.

Have you ever had to run from something, or to something? You carried yourself as fast as your legs would go, but it never seemed to be fast enough. Whatever it was that made you run was either too close to getting you or too far away from being in your arms. Your lungs burned the faster you pushed yourself, begging for the overwhelming relief of the oxygen they were selfishly being deprived of. Soon your legs and hips, your core begins to ache and fight against the action your brain is commanding them to do. Even though your mind is in fight or flight mode, your body disobeys you and you begin to slow more gradually.