The sequel to This Band Will Save Your Life ~~~ I did it, I jumped off the bridge and committed suicide. I've always believed when it was your time to die you would die. It mustn't have been my time yet. I was pulled out of the water by this one crazy, wonderful guy who'd made an attempt to talk me down before I jumped. Frank Iero. He jumped after me and he saved me. He brought me back to life even though I had drowned. You're probably wondering how he was able to save me weren't you? Well it's rather simple when you're mortally challenged. In other words he's a vampire like the rest of the members in the band My Chemical Romance. It was interesting what happened after I was brought back to life. At first I was just some suicidal girl who woke up on the tour bus of her favourite band. First I was invited to stay until the next town. After that I became friends with them. The band took me shopping. I helped them get a baby fox from under the bus. My dead best friend showed up as an angel. It was around this point things became a little crazy. I stayed at The Bloody Evangeline with them which was a hotel haunted by a homicidal ghost, who succeeded in temporarily killing me I might add. Gerard Way the lead singer got me to walk onstage so he could sing me happy birthday even if it was a couple of days late while my angelic dead best friend who was invisible recorded the event on my iPhone. Frank Iero took me on a sorta date where it ended with me getting hopped up on Skittles before going back to the hotel and being the first fan to see the official music video for 'I'm Not Okay.' I found out the band were vampires...and asked Frank Iero to bite me. An on flames toaster broke the bus and we had to pull over in the snow which resulted in my pet fox running away. Then to top things off I made out in the snow and fell in love with the rhythm guitarist. This plot and original characters are copyrighted©

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR I thought it might be wise of me to say that the girl in this story has a plan to suicide. If this upsets you or has the possibility of triggering anything I suggest to read another one of my stories. ~~~ 'Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.' I love those words. ........ I'm Fallyn, this is my story. Two weeks ago I went over to my friend’s house, only to find her dead. She'd slit her wrists the day earlier. This has brought me to realize that no matter what everyone dies in the end. Whether you're rich or poor, young or old, weak or sick. It doesn't matter if it's by murder, age, sickness, accident or suicide. Death is the ultimate equalizer and everyone gets a ride on that train at some stage. That's why I'm standing here, in my underwear, in the middle of the night at one of the highest bridges that I could find. The Widows Arch Bridge to be exact. In a couple of minutes I plan to jump, once I finish my cigarette it's bye bye world. Everything that I've needed to do has been done, I wrote a note and put it in my black duffle bag that was on the ground next to the wide railing that I was standing on. Someone would find it and take it to my Mum, I'd put her address on the note so she'd know what had happened to me. I said what I needed to...I hoped that she would be happy knowing that I'd done what felt right and ended my life. It's not like I was going to be of use to anyone. I didn't have a boyfriend or a family that cared much. Sure I had friends but they were nothing compared to my best friend Katelyn who I shared all my secrets and dreams with. But I didn't want anyone to miss me or save me, I was at peace with my decision. I don't want a savior. I've finished the final puff of my cigarette. I guess I should say goodbye now, I hope that you have a life that makes you happy. Those are my final words to you. So Long and Goodnight, Fallyn This plot and original characters are copyrighted©

To get in the Christmas spirit I wrote a Gerard Way oneshot because I might as well. I hope you all enjoy.

War. Cold, unyielding war. Sometimes, cowardice can save your life. Sometimes, hiding while the world fell apart is the only way survival could be possible. For Gerard, that was the only option available. And so he hid for weeks until, one day, he arose from his shelter and began his life as the last man on Earth. Collecting, roaming, searching, and praying that one day he will die quietly from old age, even though he knew that would never happen. His solitude went on for weeks and weeks and months and months and Gerard stayed in a cycle of light and dark. Until the day when the last man on Earth realized he was not alone.