Fallyn's POV

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"Hey, wake up. We're here." I groaned, sitting up and shying away from the bright sun I accidentally looked right into.

Oh, I must have fallen asleep again, I don't know how I could have after the state I managed to work myself into.

I'd convinced myself that I'd never get to see Frank, the band or Katelyn again and I'd spend the rest of my days alone. It was a horrible thing to convince myself of but it was true, I'd more than likely never see them again.

I wanted Frank, I wanted to go back to him and I never wanted to leave again.
I missed the feeling of waking up to having my head on his chest and his arm around me.

As freaked out as I'd been at first one of the best feelings of my life had been waking up next to him and I was disappointed to not have Frank beside me right now.
It was another reminder I wouldn't be seeing him.

Maybe if I get access to a computer I could send a message to him somehow, I don't think he's got a Twitter but maybe I could contact the band through their website.
They probably wouldn't believe it's me, they'd think someone's playing a prank on them. Oh fucking hell, if I could just bring my memories back then I'd be able to remember where my house in Belleville is.

But they've probably moved since the last time I was there and there was no guarantee I'd be right.

If Katelyn would get her angel butt down here then I could probably ask her for help, if she was allowed to do that.
What would Katelyn be able to do anyway?
Show up in the bus at random and give them the gps location of where I was in Blackford?
It's either that or have her tell me what their phone number was through the help of her angel powers. I stopped for a moment and stared at the roof of the car, if she were to show up and help me out then this would be the perfect time.

My surroundings remained quiet and I sighed. Of course, the ever reliable Katelyn had to choose now of all times to be ignorant of her duties, is there maybe some other angel they could send down to do her job?
No?
Well alright then.

"Is there anywhere in particular you want me to drop you off?" Rose asked and I sat up further, adjusting after waking up and stretching as much as I was able to in the confined space of the station wagon.

"As long as it's on the Main Street I'm good, everywhere I need to go can be accessed from there anyway," I replied, tapping my fingers on my jeans and looking out the window, recognizing familiar houses, landmarks, the church Katelyn's funeral was held at for example, that brought up some strange feelings.

At first, before I left the town the simple thought of the church made me feel nauseous. I wanted to avoid it at all cost and wouldn't object if the whole thing were to suddenly burst into flames and burn to the ground but now I viewed it differently.

That wasn't Kat's final resting place, she wasn't in the ground, only her body anyway. The real Katelyn who's my best friend is somewhere up in the clouds or some other magical place and she was very much alive last time I checked.

The car slowed to a stop in the centre of Main Street which was thankfully not too far away from the place I used to live at and the school so I'd have plenty of time to get to Kat's memorial service, I'd have about two or so hours to kill. That means I can go back to that ladies house to get whatever might be left of my things, if I'm lucky. There's a damn good chance everything's been either thrown our or sold, my personal opinion is it'll be a bit of column A, a bit of column B.

"Thank you so much, Rose. I wish I had some money I could give you," I said, getting out of the car and doing my jacket up, it was freezing out here and about one degree or so away from snowing the entire town in.

"It's no problem. Take care of yourself, Misty." The car sped away, leaving me standing in the road and feeling like I was lost even though I knew exactly where I was.

I don't know why but it feels like something in the air has changed. The people seem a little different and the buildings give off a strange vibe that makes my hair stand on end, maybe it's just be realizing I'm back where I began.

The wind was stronger than usual and I got the feeling there was going to be a storm tonight, I've always been good at predicting those kinds of things. Of course the fact it's only seven in the morning and the sky is grey isn't encouraging either, my deduction is that it would take an idiot to not realize there was probably gonna be a good downpour with a possible lightning storm thrown in for good measure.

I hurried down the street, not looking anyone directly in the face and only glancing up long enough to see the street signs so I could tell where I was going. It didn't take long for me to encounter Oak Lane and once I did I started anxiously chewing on my lip, not wanting to encounter the woman who took me but probably having no other choice.

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty..." I whispered the house numbers to myself as I walked along, to be able to keep my place and know where to stop, "twenty three," I finally said when I saw the old house that I'd grown accustomed to over the years and now loathed with every fiber of my being.

It was still the same ugly place, nothing about it had changes but it wasn't surprising because I hadn't been gone for that long. It felt like it'd been a very long time since I last walked up the driveway, like I'd been on tour with the band for the past few years of so even if it had been less than a month.

Not wanting to confront the woman directly I walked around the side of the house, to my window that if I remember correctly, should still me locked from the last time I decided to sneak out and do a whole bunch of shit I regret. To be positive I think it was after the party I went to where I took off nearly all my clothes, I hitched a ride with some random then quietly made my way back into my room via the unlocked window.

I pressed my fingers against the glass pane and slowly slid it up, locking the thing in place then poking my head through the curtains, eager to see if everything was in the same place I left it, which was pretty damn messed up.

Nothing.
There was absolutely, a hundred percent nothing in my room.

The whole thing had been cleared out, my bed, my posters, my crummy computer, there was nothing at all. It's like I never lived here, even my clothes were gone from the half falling apart, built in closet.

I was less than unimpressed by this, I had clothes I still wanted and a small stash of money I'd forgotten about when I ran away which means she would have more than likely found it, wonderful. I was planning on using that cash to go to the local Internet cafe so I could maybe message Gerard on Twitter, looks like that plan's out the window, I'll have to find some other way to get the money then.

Not bothering to climb out the window since I had a couple of words to say, I walked out of the empty room, down the hallway and into the living area where the woman I used to believe was my mother was sitting on the couch with a newspaper in her lap that interestingly enough talked about Katelyn's funeral.

"Hello," I said coldly, leaning against a wall and effectively scaring the crap out of her which made me smirk.

"Misty, you're back! Thank God you're alright!" She stood up and started walking over to me but I stopped her with a hand held up and the anger I could feel slowly leaking out of my skin, I thought I would have been calm meeting her, apparently not.

"Touch me and I fucking hospitalize you." My voice had dropped to a warning tone, I couldn't guarantee I was going to leave the house without hurting the woman but her trying to touch me wouldn't help.

"Misty, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"On the fifteenth of December I ran away. I went the the Widows Arch Bridge and stood on the side, getting ready to kill myself when you know what? Five guys tried to stop me. They stopped my from dying and I woke up on a tour bus, surrounded by the members of my favorite band, the one you hate, My Chemical Romance." I watched the blood drain from her face, she realized that her long history of ripping down my MCR posters had been fruitless in stopping me from hearing the truth.

"Then after a while with the band I had an incredibly interesting conversation with Gerard and Mikey Way. Does the name sound familiar to you? The Way's, Gerard, Mikey, have you heard Fallyn? Does that ring a bell?" I cocked my head to the side and crossed my arms over my chest, intensely enjoying the look on her face that made it obvious she knew I'd found out the truth and that she was in deep, deep shit.

"Misty, whatever they said to you was a lie, I'm your mother and I love you."

"Don't ever call me Misty again that isn't my fucking name and you fucking know it! I am Fallyn Way, not Misty Findley. I know what you did, my brothers know what you did and I'm going to make sure you fucking burn in hell for it! Who the fuck takes a child from her home you sick fuck?!" I marched to the door, knowing I wouldn't be able to restrain my anger for much longer, I'd built myself up to a boiling point and was on the verge of bubbling over.

"The whole town is going to know what you've done, including the police," I opened the front door, glaring at that woman, Cath, wishing the most terrible things possible on her, "and I know what you get will be a million times worse than what you could ever imagine." I slammed the door shut behind me and walked out into the street where it'd started to rain, my only thought in mind being to go to the bus stop to use the shelter area.

I was so angry I could feel my hands literally shaking and had to stuff them into my jacket pockets to warm up. The rain was coming down heavily, soaking me from head to toe which did a good job of making the long walk even worse since I'd gone from chilly to fucking freezing in a matter of seconds.

I miss Frank, I want to go back to the bus and cuddle him until I'm warm again. I felt like I was sick, my stomach constantly felt like it was being assaulted by butterflies the second his hazel eyes came to mind. It felt wrong being away from him, almost like it was unnatural for me to be away from him.

I sniffled thinking of the silly, short vampire whose feelings I'd probably hurt. What if he doesn't forgive me for leaving him? When he came out of the bus he was probably expecting me to be there so he could say he loves me, it would have hurt badly for me to not be there. It would have been disappointing too.

"Misty?" I looked up, noticing the car slowly driving by, at least it wasn't Brock's pickup truck, that was good news.

"Misty, is that you?" Now knowing what else to do I walked over to the car when it came to a stop and looked in the slightly wound down window that'd been opened enough for me to see the face of Katelyn's mom.

"Hi, Vicky," I said just loudly enough for her to hear me, even in the rain it was obvious I was crying and I wanted to hide it as much as possible.

"What are you doing out here? You should be at home, wearing dry clothes. You're soaking wet and you look exhausted." I shrugged, downplaying the fact she was right and pulling the the collar of my jacket up, wishing I'd remembered to bring Mikey's beanie with me to protect my hair from the rain.

"I haven't really got a home," I mumbled, looking down at the ground.

Vicky started to say something then sighed, "I was just heading home, why don't you come with me? You can dry off, I'll get you something to eat and something to wear." She was being a lot nicer than she had to, Vicky was within her rights to want to avoid me considering I was her dead daughters best friend.

"But I'll get the car seats wet."

"That doesn't matter, come on, get in." She leant over and opened the passenger door and I walked around before getting in, not understanding why she was being so nice to me.

I put on my seatbelt and car started moving again, wipers at full blast to beat away the unusually high amount of rain that the town wasn't used to experiencing. We got maybe an inch and a half rainfall during winter and this was definitely unusual, I'm surprised everyone hasn't began to freak out yet, thinking the apocalypse was coming.

"So Misty, what are you doing walking around the streets in the middle of a storm?" Vicky took a glance at me, aka the drenched rat teenager who probably looked more emo than anyone in existence.

"Can you call me Fallyn, please? And um, with the walking thing, it's a long story and you wouldn't believe me." What'd happened sounded ridiculous to even me so there was no way on earth a parent, especially Kat's highly analytic mother would believe me.

"I might, I'm not even sure myself what I should and shouldn't believe anymore." There was a certain sadness to her voice that reminded me of how she sounded on the day of Katelyn's funeral and it made me want to say something but I didn't know what.

I slowly started explaining things as the car moved just as slowly along through the torrential rain. Everything from standing on the edge of the bridge to waking up on the tour bus to making out with Frank Iero in the snow and finally finishing with the lie I was raised on and since my brain wasn't working as well as it should I'd almost mentioned Kat showing up which would have been damn weird.

"I knew there was something wrong with that woman. Everything about her, I've always gotten this off vibe," Vicky muttered to herself as she squinted at the windscreen having trouble seeing the road ahead of us even though the windshield wipers were going at full blast and struggling to make any impact.

"What, like the kidnapping kind of weird?" I can understand how it's possible to be around someone but there was no way she would have been able to guess what Cath had done.

"No, I just get these bad feelings around certain people and she's one of them. Don't tell anyone I said this but sometimes when I visit Katelyn's grave, I get this chill that runs up my spine and it almost feels like she's standing beside me." It must be terrible for Vicky, still having to deal with what happened to Kat but not knowing where she was now, almost alive and able to talk but she'd probably never know.

"I'm sure that wherever she is she's happy," I told Vicky, I didn't know where Katelyn was pretty much all of the time but I don't think heaven would be too bad and from the times I'd seen her she made me think she was okay.

"I hope so." Vicky patted me on the hand as the car felt like it began to slow meaning we'd either reached the Sommers house or the rain had gotten so bad that it wasn't safe for us to drive anymore, I was praying for the first.

I managed to hear the whirring of a garage door and next thing the engine was turned off and Vicky was opening the car door, gesturing for me to follow her out and I took a cautious glance before trusting that I was actually under cover and getting out of the car.

I was happy to be out of the rain, it was cold, I was already soaking wet and it made me feel even more depressed than I already was which was hard to achieve, even for me.

What was strange about being in Katelyn's house again was how much I used to be there. I'd stay over so often I practically lived there and knew my way around the place, every nook, cranny and crevice.

I knew it just as well as Kat and her family did but when I went back in there now, I felt like a stranger. It wasn't the same place I used to visit all the time and I didn't feel like I wanted to confidently walk around, I felt like an impostor as I followed Vicky down the hallway, her insisting that I wear Kat's clothes while I remained scared to have anything to do with her.

I'm not stupid and it doesn't matter to me whether or not Kat's an angel, her body's still in the ground and I still had to go through the pain and loss of losing my best friend in the first place so I felt pulled tight like a wire when I saw her room again.

It was almost the exact same as I remember it but different at the same time. It used to hold so many good memories, us sitting on her bed and laughing as we made prank calls, sweaty palms when I decided I wanted a piercing and she rammed a sewing needle through my lip. Our first drunk experience which was us sneaking a couple of bottles of mixer from Cath's house and drinking until we were giggling like idiots.

Now there was just one thing in my head. Seeing her on her bed with a pool of blood on the ground, still and lifeless and when I looked at the carpet I saw it.

The stain had been scrubbed hard but was still very there, a big round patch that was almost a pink shade, a permanent, unremovable reminder of what had happened in her and that no one in this house would forget.

Vicky went to Katelyn's closet almost robotically, as if she'd shut herself off from thinking about what happened in here which I tried to do as well but I'd seen the thing first hand and the chances of me forgetting the scene were about as good as getting the stain out of the carpet.

I was handed a pair of jeans, a shirt and socks, all of them likely to fit me since Kat and I had almost been the exact same size, her maybe weighing a little more but it'd be a damn close call.

"Get changed into these and I'll take your wet clothes to the dryer then I'll make you something to eat," Vicky told me as I stared at the bundle in my arms, they even smelled like Katelyn and I didn't want to wear them but pretended instead that she was here and we were mucking around, dressing up and goofing off.

"Okay, thank you. You really don't have to be so nice to me though." I'd known Vicky (or Victoria as she was actually called) for a long time thought of her as the best example for a mother I'd ever seen, she was a good one who wanted to spend time with her daughter.

"Sweetheart, you used to be over her so often that Joel and I might as well have adopted you. It'd make me strange if I weren't to treat you like I am now." Vicky smiled at me as she walked to the bedroom door before leaving and closing it behind her, giving me the privacy I needed to get changed.

I took my time and tried to look anywhere but the stain on the ground and once I was finished I picked up all the wet things and left the room, wanting to get out of there and stay out with a full intention to never go in there again.

Vicky was waiting in the hallway from me and took the wet bundle, telling me to go sit down on the couch and watch whatever I wanted and that she'd be going to the kitchen soon to make me something to eat.

In a normal house most families would be asleep at a time like this but Joel and Vicky were early risers, in fact I still remember how much Katelyn used to complain about them making breakfast at six in the morning which should mean Joel will be up and walking around any minute now although I'm still trying to figure out why Vicky was driving around the streets when the sun was only starting to come up.

I sat down on the couch, feeling incredibly uncomfortable even though I used to sprawl out on it most days when visiting Kat and waited for Vicky to show up. I didn't know where the television buttons were and I wasn't planning on looking for them either so it looked like it was just gonna be silence.

"Fallyn," Vicky said, using the name I told her I preferred "that boy you told me about, Frank. Are you planning on going back to him, he sounds like he's very in love with you." I turned around on the couch and watched her moving around the kitchen, thinking on what I planned to respond with before saying anything.

"I want to. I can't call them though. They gave me a mobile but I threw it out when I was running off. The best hope I have is to maybe send them a message through their websites email." There was a small flaw in that logic though, I had no access to a computer let alone the internet and had no idea how I was going to get a hold of either.

The town had a small Internet cafe that had a couple of old, clunky desktop computers. I'd be able to use them but the first thing I needed to do was get hold of enough money to get the use of them which could take heaven knows how long.

"If you want you could use our computer," Vicky offered as she went about the kitchen pulling things out of the fridge and cupboards them putting them on the bench or in a bowl, by the looks of it she was making pancakes, like she used to do when I'd sleep over here, Katelyn and I would stuff ourselves full with as many pancakes as possible.

"Are you sure that'd be alright?" I checked, I'd used the Sommers computer plenty of times as well, I remember the time back when Katelyn and I had first started hanging out, when we were twelve and would watching music videos all weekend and laughing, we'd continued to do it right up until the last time I saw her alive.

"Of course, I want you to eat first though," she said in a serious voice, looking at me and I nodded, knowing when Vicky said something she meant it and there was no other way around it.

I know I was kidnapped and taken away from the people I really belonged with but if that had to happen to me then why couldn't I have gotten someone like Victoria to be the kidnapped, someone who actually cared about her family and wanted to make everyone she met happy. Cath, as far back as I can remember she's never done that much, she just likes to sit down, drink and watch television, I don't think I've ever seen her work either.

"Thank you," I told her, feeling grateful and still not believing that I was lucky enough to run into Vicky while walking through the rain.

We didn't talk anymore after I thanked her and when she finally did say something it was to greet Joel who'd come out of the bedroom because he'd been woken up by the smell of pancakes and coffee wafting through the house.

They did the usual kind of parental greeting, not that I'd really know how most parents talked to each other but it was a good guess and I watched them kiss each other on the cheek and laugh a little bit. It was good to know that they felt a little better, I was never going to be able to get over Katelyn's death and I knew they wouldn't be able to either but they deserved as much happiness as they could get.

"Misty, what are you doing here?" Joel wondered when he realized I was sitting on the couch, watching them and wearing Kat's clothes which would have been as strange for him as it was for me.

"It's kinda di-" I started trying to explain what I was doing back in Blackford but was interrupted by Vicky who told me to come to get a plate of pancakes before pulling Joel out of the kitchen and into the hallway where I wouldn't be able to hear either of them.

I did what Vicky said, got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen, she'd made a couple of plates full of pancakes, proof of how much she loved to cook and after taking a bite it was proof of how good she was at cooking. I'd always enjoyed her cooking and when I stayed over on school nights she was about the only person who could make me sit down to eat the breakfast I never had time for.

I'd just finished the tall stack when Vicky and Joel came back in, him looking a lot more serious than he did at first. I wasn't sure how much she told him but it was enough for him to give me a different look than I was used to, it was an almost apologetic explanation, like you give someone when you realize they'd had a shitty day and you'd only been talking about yourself.

"Fallyn, I, I'm sorry. Would you like me to call the police?" I put my knife and fork down, looking at him and trying to think what I should say.

I'd thought about that while eating, what I was going to do and what I was going to say. I was planning on going to the police but I didn't want to do it just yet, I wanted to go to thing at the school being held for Katelyn. I knew that once I said what what going on with Cath that I'd be taken to the police station, asked questions, so much would be happening that I wouldn't be able to pay my respects to her for a second time.

"No, I want to go to the event at the school for Kat first," I said and he nodded, understanding but probably thinking it was just to get some closure or something along those lines but that wasn't the reason, I had different plans.

"Okay, well Vicky's got her laptop so you can use that to contact your band friends and we'll eat then get dressed. If you want we can give you a lift to the school."

"I'd really like that, anyway it's either take a ride with you guys or walk through the rain." I didn't want to walk through a storm despite probably having no problem with it a couple of weeks ago, I would have found a walk in conditions like that to be refreshing.

"Good, we weren't gonna let you walk anyway," Victoria said, giving me a smile before putting an open laptop on the table in front of me, taking my plate and cutlery, "it's gonna tick over to eight soon so send a message to your friends and then we'll be able to go, it'll take a while for us to get to the school with how hard the rain's coming down so I'd like to leave early." I nodded and said thank you as Vicky and Joel went to the kitchen, talking over cups of coffee as I went to the same website I used to visit religiously.

I'd never gone to the contact section before, I'd never needed to and I felt weird when typing in a short message, praying that whoever got this would be able to realize who I was and that they needed to contact the band.

'Hi, my name's Fallyn. I've been on the tour bus with My Chemical Romance for a week or so and I need to get to contact the band, maybe something like a phone number or address, even an email.
I know this may sound really crazy but Gerard and Mikey are my brothers and I really need to talk to them, I'm not asking for you to send me their info or anything like that but I'm not lying and I do know the band and two of them are my brothers. The most I ask is that you contact them and say that Fallyn's sent them a message, say she's okay, she's in Blackford and at 12 Pinewood Drive.
Please, please send them this message.'

I quickly read over the text I'd put in the box, there was no way someone was going to believe this but it didn't mean that I wasn't going to try, if the person who was got this possibly managed to contact them then it'd mean a lot.

After checking for any typos I put my email in and sent the message, crossing my fingers.
I haven't got much luck, pretty much every good thing in my life has been because of other people, please make me have a chance of something just this once.
I need a break.

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