(Gerard’s point of view)
My head hurt.
My everything hurt. I want it to stop. And the one person that could help is... gone.
I trudged aimlessly through the streets. The sun was up, but it wasn’t hot yet.
It hadn’t properly sunk in yet. It hurt too much. I’ve never felt this way before. And the one thing, the one person that could make it better was gone.
And to think I was kissing Frank when the phone rang. I think that was one of the worst parts of it all. The guilt is eating away at me, and I feel like a terrible person. I thought I was missing Lindsey enough by just being on tour. And Bandit... My little girl... I want to hold her. I need both of them.
I collapsed on the street. Leaning against whatever building was behind me. I felt my eyes start to water. No. No more crying. I need to act strong. Calm. Composed. I will act like I’m completely fine in front of the band. Otherwise they’ll worry and I don’t want that.
I need to be strong
The guys are probably worrying about me; I should find my way to that hotel.
I looked across the street and saw a poster for The Used. Great... they’re in town...
People were starting to stare at me, so I got up and made my way to the hotel.
***

(Frank’s point of view)
‘WHY DID WE LET HIM WALK ALONE?’
Mikey Way was pacing my hotel room, absolutely furious.
‘We can’t surround him and mother him, we’ll suffocate him. We need to give him some space.’ Ray got off my bed and tried to reassure him.
‘SPACE? HE JUST FOUND OUT HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER DIED!’ he paced some more. ‘What if he hurts himself? Ray, what then?’ he stopped walking, and he stopped being angry.
Ray pulled him in for a hug, ‘it’ll be okay, and he will come back. I’m sure.’

Mikey didn’t look convinced, and to be honest neither was I. Gerard’s had issues before, now is probably the easiest time it will be for him to slip into old habits...
‘Then why are we sitting here?’ I said. ‘I’m going out to look for him,’
I left the room.
Mikey and Ray followed behind me. We got to the lobby, and there he was, sitting in a chair, drinking a diet coke. He looked...fine? His eyes were red, but there was a small smile on his face when he caught sight of us.
Mikey ran to him and hugged him.
‘Are you okay?! We were worried sick about you!’
‘I’m okay. I’m tired though, I really want to go to sleep,’
Mikey nodded. ‘Of course, of course.’
All of us had a room to ourselves. But Mikey wanted to share with Gerard, which is understandable.
Mikey directed Gerard to their room.
‘You buying his act?’ Ray whispered to me.
‘Not at all,’ I decided to chill in his room because there was nothing else to do. ‘Hey I heard The Used was going to be staying in this hotel.’ I turned on the T.V.
Ray’s face looked shocked for a second. ‘Wow haven’t seen them in a while,’
I was going to reply to him but the news story on the T.V. caught my attention:
EMO LEAD SINGER’S FAMILY DIE IN HEAD ON COLLISION.

‘Jesus fucking Christ show some fucking respect!’ Ray shouted at the TV.

Notes

this is where its going to get good I think