Opening up my laptop, I clicked open Safari and quickly navigated my way through opening two tabs, one loading 'Tumblr' and the other 'Twitter'.

Yes, everyone knew I had Twitter, but not everyone knew about my Tumblr. It was my way of keeping in contact with the fans when weren't touring, and I answered as many of my inbox's I could. It turns out some of the fans were total trolls and some were just a bit strange. Not that I minded that. Because in the end, the 'Frerard' inbox's I got, I almost always read.

None of the other guys had Tumblr, except for Frank. Who was completely addicted to social networks. He was considering opening a Facebook. But I don't think that he realised how much of a terrible idea it was.

As I ran my hands through my recently golden-brown hair. I noticed both of the tabs loaded in double quick timing. My twitter was dead, and in all fairness so was my tumblr. My dash was just covered in random posts from Frank.

And suddenly I felt this empty emotion wash over me like I'd been hit by a fucking tidal wave...

Not sadness, no.
More, I want to throw myself off a bridge...

I slowly typed into the tags section 'suicide' and scrolled through the tabs. A few people posted they had 'given up' and that 'I'm going to leave, goodbye world'. One I noticed was had an icon as myself. I read through their post and felt tears well up;

Today, is my last night on earth. I want to thank my friends, for trying and succeeding, if only for a short while. My parents for pushing me over the edge. And my favourite, beautiful, life-saving band My Chemical Romance. You guys did a whole lot for me. Goodbye, my darlings. Never let them take the light behind your eyes. x

I had tears streaming down my cheeks, hoping I wasn't too late I rushed through her home page and onto her ask box. Quickly typing, I poured my heart out;

Please don't do this, you said we saved your life. Don't do this, keep going, stay strong, get stronger. You can live, you can love, you can do anything you want. I hope you realize this is really me. It's Gerard. Honest. Get on Twitter, post to me 'Was that really you?' and I guarantee you'll get a reply from him/me. DO NOT DO THIS, YOU'RE BETTER THAN THEM. I LOVE YOU. WE ALL LOVE YOU. FRANK, MIKEY, RAY... WE ALL LOVE YOU.

xoxoG

I finished typing and hit send, not bothering with fucking around with anons. Not feeling like it was enough, I sent this girl another.

ILYSM THO OMG YOU'RE LIKE PERFECT AND NO MATTER WHAT YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU I FUCKING LOVE YOU LIKE FUCK OKAY? OKAY. xoxoG

I hit send.

And now we wait...

I refreshed my page over and over again, waiting for a reply from this girl. Finally the little blue box appeared.

I read through it quickly;

I can't do it anymore Gerard, I'm sorry. I don't know anymore, I just don't feel worth a thing in the world. I know you love your fans, and thank you for everything you've ever done.

xoxoL

I was about to reply when another came through;

Haha, I guess it's be pretty kickass if I knew you in real life so that could be true. And my parents will always hate me for who I am. I'm not perfect enough. I'd stay for you guys if I didn't have to put up with them.

xoxoL

I instantly replied;

Who gives a shit what your parents think? I sure as hell wouldn't. If Mama told me she didn't like my clothes I'd say 'well it's a good job you don't have to wear them' and fuck off outta there.

Wait;

I'm 14, I can't just sass my parents like that. Look, just let me go. I don't want to be here. Just let me leave.

Reply;

You're not leaving here, I'm not letting you. You say you're in England, right? Where?

Wait;

Yes I am, and I live in Newcastle. Why...?

I googled 'Newcastle England' and scrolled through. Clicking on various websites, whilst at the same time ringing up various contacts for my English press team.

Organising MCR's hired jet to fly me over was easy. I was good friends with the pilot. He agreed straight away when I mentioned a girl was going to 'leave'. He had lost his own little girl to suicide a year ago. She was a fan of the band too. Such a tragic loss.

I suddenly found a place called Eldon Square. It had a Starbucks. Near a Super Dry store. I clicked back onto tumblr and hit reply;

Wait, until tomorrow. Go to Starbucks near Super Dry in that Eldon Square place. Look for a grey hoodie at 4pm

Waiting, I quickly text Frank, maybe if he could get a fast track to LA he could come.

Hey Frank, I'm going to England for the week tomorrow. Wanna come? x

I noticed I had a reply on tumblr and read it.

I'm one of many, Gerard. And I'm honored you'd do this for me. So, if it means this much, I'm not making promises, but I'll stay until tomorrow.

My phone buzzed;

On my way, be there for 8 x

Great, it's cold there, pack warm. x

It's June 30th? x

Still, I read the forecast. Meant to be raining. x

Shit, okay. Leaving now, see ya soon x

I replied to the girl on tumblr, all the while, tears streamed down my face. I typed carefully and slowly;

Thank you, I'm leaving in a few hours. I promise you don't need to do this. I'm on my way with a friend. Don't do anything. Just keep talking to me. I promise, this'll be okay soon. I promise...

Gerard, you really shouldn't do this. But I'll keep talking to you. Hell I've wanted to message you for a heck of a long time and just say thanks. But I was a little scared. I didn't want to be completely rejected by you or Frank, so I just said nothing.

I sighed, and flicked the coffee machine on before settling for a long few hours of talking. Waiting for Frank.

Notes

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