-Gerard's POV-

I had fallen asleep again, without even realizing it. When I awoke, Frankie wasn't the only one in the room. Ray was there too, and Mikey. Fuck. Mikey. He was crying, and Ray was holding him, trying to comfort him.

And Frankie, he was still sitting right next to my bed, carefully holding my hand. He was the first one to notice that I had awoken, "Hey." He said quietly, "Just a heads up, your brother is pissed at you." he whispered to me. I sighed. I knew that Mikey would be mad, "Hey guys, he's awake."

Mikey instantly ran over to me. And I mean that he literally ran. He looked down at me, "Gerard, what the hell were you thinking???" He asked me. I didn't answer him. I didn't know how to answer him. "Never try that again!" He ordered, hugging me. I carefully hugged my little brother back. I could still hear his quiet sobs, making my heart sink.

"I'm sorry Mikey. I'm so, so sorry." I said quietly, letting go of him as I looked at Frank, then back at Mikey, who was back with Ray, "Ray, take Mikey home." I instructed, "And stay out of my room."

Ray nodded and kissed Mikey's forehead, "Come on little Mikey." he said, leading my brother out of the room. I was left with Frankie again. which was exactly what I wanted. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"So, did that actually happen, or was it just a dream?" I asked him. I had no idea if what had happened was actually real, or if my mind was playing a sick joke on me.

"I can answer that..." Frank trailed off, kissing me. I kissed him back happily. I couldn't be any happier than I was, knowing that Frankie actually cared about me, and that he would finally be mine...

"Hey Frankie?" I asked, looking at his perfect features.

"What is it, Gee?" He asked me, still holding onto my hand.

I had just opened my mouth to speak, when suddenly, I heard gunshots, just outside the room. I heard Ray yell Mikey's name, and I instantly jumped up. I noticed that Frankie looked terrified. I wrapped him in a tight, protective hug as the door slowly opened.

Jamia walked in, holding a gun.

"Jamia, what the hell?????" Frankie yelled, "Why the hell do you have a gun??? Did you just shoot Mikey???"

"If I'm going to kill one Way, I best kill them both," Jamia said insanely, "Then neither of them can steal you away from me. You're mine, ONLY mine."

I fought back tears. That bitch may have just killed my brother. Frank growled at her, but I held him back so that he could try to attack her and get himself killed.

I heard police sirens outside of the building. Jamia seemed to hear them too, because I saw her mouth cuss words. She kept her gun pointed at me, "You're going to fucking pay for stealing my little Frankie away from me, Way." She spat at me. Her hand stayed on the trigger, ready to shoot me. but right behore she was able to, she was tackled by a police officer. The officer took the gun from her and quickly handcuffed her, "Are you two okay?" he asked us. Both me and Frank nodded.

"Is my brother okay?" I asked. I NEEDED to know if Mikey is okay. The officer didn't have an answer for me though. I ran out of the room, only to see Mikey being picked up and put into a body bag. When I saw that, I lost it. I broke down, crying, "No! Mikey's not dead! He can't be dead!"

Frank wrapped his arms around me, consoling me. I heard Ray crying, but right now, I didn't care.

My brother was dead.

It was all my fault.