How MCR Should've Broken Up

Chapter Three

"We are gathered here today to remember our dear friend Mikey Way. A friend, a son, a brother, a band member. He will be missed. We invite Gerard Way, Mikey's beloved brother to talk today," the speaker tells the attendants as I make my way to the front of the crowd. I stand next to my best friends coffin. And my brothers coffin. And my name members coffin. And I start to speak.

"Milky was my world. We were always side by side and now I can never see him again. It's my fault he's in that coffin ya know? If I just spent a little less time with him, none of us would be sitting here and Mikey would he here laughing with me. 23 years old is too young to leave this earth. 26 years old is too young to deal with this shit. This can't happen. It wasn't fair and I didn't even get to say goodbye. The last thing he said to me was that my boyfriend was crazy. And I denied it. But fuck, I was so, so so wrong." With tears streaming down my face, I make my way back to my seat between my mother and father as they squeeze my hands tightly.

The rest of the funeral goes on and soon enough it's time to bury my baby brother. I look around at who is here, and I see many other bands, our whole family, many friends, Frank and behind everyone, I spot Ray. And I feel sick to the stomach. Ray doesn't joke around.

The coffin is being lowered into the ground and I throw the first shovel full of dirt onto the box. And I lose it. I break down. I can't do this. My baby brother. Gone. Forever.

I feel a presence hovering behind me and I slowly spin around to face Ray. I don't want to deal with his shit, so I turn my back and ignore him. Then I feel it. I hear it. I know that Ray Toro is NOT a liar. He kept his word and now he's gone all out.

Mikey's not alone anymore. a because Ray Toro is a murderer. And he just shot me.

And everything's going black.

And my eyes are shutting.

And my heart stops.

And I'm gone too.