Fallyn's POV

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What the hell was Gerard talking about?

I think he may have officially snapped, along with ruining the great time I'd just been having with Frankie who didn't look impressed after being interrupted.

How could something so amazing and perfect became so crappy, so fast.
I gave no idea but Gerard's inner fun wrecker seemed to know and was pretty adept and aware of what it was doing to my life right now, or maybe that's just me and that's what I got from the situation.

"Gerard, what the fuck are you on about?" Frank said to him, he was completely right and I felt the exact same.

Before I had time to even breath or blink Frank was a metre away from me and lying in the snow, on his back.

"Fallyn are you okay?" Gerard asked, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to my feet.
I immediately pushed him away from me, he's gone off his fricken rocker, especially for him to think that I'm his sister.

Frank had yet to get up from the snow and I quickly ran over to him and he propped himself up on a elbow, coughing slightly.
He looked up and me with a smile and put his hand on his side then took it away allowing me to see his blood.

I knew he'd be able to heal up and he'd be fine but it still made me fucking furious at Gerard.

"What the hell was that for?!" I yelled at him as he walked over to me with a frown on his face.

"He was on top of you." Gerard told me as if that explained everything which it most definitely didn't since he just hurt Frank for no reason.

"Yeah, we were kissing and I was enjoying it. It's my body and my life, you have no right over it." Gerard stopped walking and stood in front of me with his arms crossed and a soft expression on his face despite his fangs being out and having just thrown Frank at least two metres.

"You're my sister." Well, I've got some news folks, Gerard Way is now officially crazy as all hell.

"Haha funny. I'm not, I didn't even know you until the bridge." It was true, I've never met him before in my life and I seriously doubt his my brother.

"Yes you are, you're my little sis and there bridge, I was there for a reason. Ever since I've been a vampire I've been looking for you but it wasn't until your friend passed away and you hit rock bottom that I could feel you. Why else would a tour bus pass through a dead end town?"

Okay I've never wanted to be Gerard's sister and he shouldn't be able to find me through mystical vampire powers.
I can understand why some girls would want to be related to their idols but I don't.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Frank stood up, dusted himself off and stared at Gerard like he was completely insane, which he was.

In the distance I could see the guys climbing out of the bus after probably being able to hear the yelling that was going on. Instantly Mikey, Ray and Bob were standing next to us with me wanting to know what the hell is going on.

"Nothing's wrong, she's, she's my little sister. Fallyn, don't you remember me at all, just a little bit?" Mikey's eyes were wide, so he had no idea what Gerard was talking about either, the rest of the band had the same looks on their faces.

"I don't know what you're talking about and I'm not your little sister!" My heads spinning, I'm still trying to get over kissing Frank and now with Gerard saying this...I have no idea what's going on.

"Don't you remember when you were a little kid, you used to follow me and Mikes around all the time." I took a step away from Gerard and bumped into Frank who wrapped his arms around my waist, comforting me.

"Gerard we don't have a little sister, it's just you and me." Mikey told him and I nodded, there's never been anything said about the Way brothers having a sister.

"Yes we do! She was kidnapped remember?" Mikey frowned for a moment then slowly started to nod, what the fuck is going on?!

Am I on some prank show and someone's gonna jump out yelling 'psych!' at any moment?
Why are they just informing me of this now anyway? I believe when you think that someone's your long lost sister you're supposed to tell them about it immediately.

Gerard and Mikey seemed to have some understanding going on between them but Ray, Bob, Frank and I were still looking at then like they were crazy.
Which they are.
"Try to think back to when you were six, you should remember me or at least Mikey, he was always hanging out with you." Gerard is wrong as wrong can get and he just doesn't realise it.
I think he needs help.

"Please just try to think." He told me and I decided it'd be best to try and humour him since he didn't seem to be in a very stable state right now.

I sighed and tried to think back to my memories of being six, I didn't have many.

"Do you want to see my drawing?" I asked in the simple voice of a six year old.

I was talking to a dark haired boy who had a hand on his hip and a guitar in his other hand. He wasn't looking patient or in a good mood but I kept talking anyway.

"I coloured them in and I used those pens." A white piece of paper was in my hand with a jumbled drawing on it that I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried.

"What pens? You used my inking pens?!" He yelled at me and I flinched, I'd only wanted to show him the drawing I'd done.

"You said they're good for drawings." I mumbled, looking at the floor then to the paper.

"They're not for kids though. You're not an artist and everything you draw is horrible anyway." His angry words me feel bad and I wanted to start apologising immediately.

"I'm sorry, Gee. I learnt a song though! Do you wanna hear it? It goes like this, you are my sunshine my only sunshine-" He cut me off with an angry glare.

"Sing to someone who cares. Go find Mikey or something, I haven't got time for this, God you're annoying." He said angrily before walking into his room and slamming the door shut behind him.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I only wanted to show him the drawing, it wasn't my fault about the pens.
I didn't know he didn't want me using them.

"Mikey! Gee's being mean to me!" I called out, wandering off with my picture in hand, looking for the boy with glasses and awkward knees who would be kind to me and listen.

"That's how I got the nickname, Gee. You could never say my name right." Gerard told me, staring at the snow under his feet, Mikey on the other hand was looking at the sky.

As much as I didn't want to believe it he looked familiar and it wasn't just the 'your famous so I know you' familiar.

I knew his face well except it wasn't soured anymore like I was so used up seeing when I was a little girl. He was much older now and he didn't have his guitar, the brown hair or the venomous words that made me want to cry.

He looked sad with his black hair and his arms crossed, gripping his elbows.

"I was so self absorbed and mean to you. Is all you did was follow me around and talk, you'd ask me to show you how to draw something, you'd start singing or you'd take my comic books." The more he spoke the harder I thought into the fragmented memories I had of my childhood.

Mom always said the brown haired boy and the one with glasses that I remembered were kids that I hung out with when I was little.

"Gee please take me to the park." I begged him, walking over to his desk as he drew a new picture.

"No, go away. Get Mikey to do it." He told me and I walked even closer to his desk even though I was supposed to be banned from his room.

"Mikey can't, his sick." I wasn't supposed to go into his room while he had a cold because I might catch it and Gee knew that.

"Go by yourself then." He muttered and the pencil in his hand moved faster across the paper.

"I can't, Gee, please." I whined, I really wanted to go to the park because it was getting close to spring and I wanted to enjoy the snow before it melted away.

"If I take you will you leave me alone afterwards?" He sighed and I enthusiastically nodded in response.

"Scouts honour." I beamed at him and he sighed again before dropping his pencil on the desk, standing up and grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

"Yay!" I shouted, running into the hallway excitedly.

He held my hand all the way to the park and made me walk as fast as he did.

"We went to the park and there was a comic book sale across the street, I only left you alone for a few minutes." He mumbled, still staring at the ground and Frank's arm got tighter around my waist.

"Then I came back and you were gone, I was so scared and I panicked, I ran home and told Mom. She called the police but it was too late and they couldn't find you." Gerard looked at me and he was crying, this is the first time I've seen him actually crying.

"It was all my fault, I'm so sorry." He whispered and next thing I knew I was being hugged which was awkward since Frank still had his arms around me.

Ray, Bob and Mikey were standing there quietly, watching me get hugged by Gerard who was apparently my brother.

"If I'd stayed with you it wouldn't have happened, I've had nightmares about the things that could have happened ever since the day I lost you." My brain said he was telling the truth but I didn't want to believe it because my reality would be shattered.

It couldn't be true that I was related to Gerard and Mikey, they were in the band My Chemical Romance for gods sake.
Thousands of people looked up to them, they wrote music that made me cry and I've looked up to them my whole life.

I played one of their songs at my best friends funeral, I'd watch their music videos all the time and sing their songs while I'd clean up my room. Every MCR fan I'd met said how gorgeous Gerard and Mikey were but I never thought of them like that.

They weren't my brothers, they were musicians who were posters on my bedroom wall.

My life has just taken a turn for the insane.

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