Keep Me Safe from Myself

**Hannah POV**

The weekend came and went without a peep from you know who, and before I knew it Mikey was driving me and Casey to school. Little shit finally gotten his license, and we were taking Casey's car to the school. A red '96 Corvette, I remember her squealing to me over the phone. I was stuck riding the back seat while Mikey drove one handed, the other intertwined with Casey's fingers. I still can't believe they didn't tell me they had finally gone official over a month ago. I mean sure, it was obvious, but it'd still be nice for a heads up!

I couldn't help but think about this morning, and how I'd left things with Gerard. I hated leaving people on a bad note, but he was just being so unreasonable.

**Flashback**

"Babe my grades are dropping, I can't just keep missing school all the time." I shouted, my anger rising. Of course, it was a lie, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"I think having an alcoholic psychopath chasing you is grounds for a couple days off from school!" I could hear the strain in his voice, trying so hard not to lose control of his voice.

"You can't just keep me holed up in here forever! I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself! Besides it's not like I'm alone anyways, I'll have Mikey and Casey with me, if they can take their eyes off of each other for five seconds." I was almost screeching, but had to tone it down to a harsh whisper when I heard banging on the other side of the wall. Kinda forgot it was like six a.m. Sue me.

He walked up and kissed me roughly and passionately. Had I not been so pissed I'd probably tear off his clothes and fuck him on the floor. "Hannah. Stay. Please, for me." His eyes were wide, full of something stronger than worry. Fear? Terror?

"We'll be back by 2:30. I promise." I released the breath I'd been holding and dropped my shoulders. I broke from his gaze and pushed the front door open, closing it loudly behind me.

"I promise."

**End Flashback**

I sighed quietly to myself, quickly sliding my right earbud into my ear and flipping to my Pierce the Veil playlist. 'Hold On Till May' started to quietly slip through the wires.

She sits up high surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
Mom and dad, did you search for me?

"You guys are going to kill me." I muttered under my breath sarcastically, and rubbed my eyes for like the third time. I didn't get hardly any sleep last night. I'd spent my night drawing mindlessly into my sketchbook, my mind hyped up on sugar and caffeine. Gerard had bought a two liter of Mountain Dew for me since I was drinking all of his coffee, and I maybe finished it in under an hour. Oops.
"Say's the girl who's fucking my older brother." Mikey chirped up, glancing at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Hey, you're the one fucking my best friend, and I am NOT fucking your brother. "

Yet. I slightly smiled at the thought. Mikey rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Okay." Casey and I broke out into a fit of laughter.

We drove another half a mile when I was violently jerked to the left, and back to the right. Mikey was fumbling with the steering wheel, and I saw a white Chevy just barely miss us.

Mikey pounded on the car horn. "Fucking asshole!!" He screamed out to the window. I held my head, a severe case of whiplash pulling my head into a throbbing headache. I peered up front and saw Casey was doing the same. Mikey gained control back over the steering wheel, turning his head towards the both of us. "You guys okay?"

I leaned my head against the backseat, trying to stop the world from spinning. "Yea, just peachy." I groaned. Gerard was right, I shouldn't have gone today. Mental Note: Apologize.

We were still trying to recover when a loud bang ran out, followed by powerful vibrations and aggressive noises coming from the car.

"Great Mikey, you popped a tire." I said, trying to be sarcastic.

He slammed his fists against the steering wheel. "You think I don't fucking know that!? God dammit I fucking hate mondays." I glanced behind us and saw the same white Chevy from before was trailing a ways behind us. I squinted hard but couldn't make out the driver. Mikey threw the blinker on and pulled over, thrusting his hands in his hair and groaned loudly, hitting the steering wheel once more. Casey and myself had unbuckled our seat belts.

"Do you even have a spare tire?" I looked at Casey, who was just as annoyed as I was.

"No. Maybe we should just go home."

"I'll call Gee." Mikey pipped up, pulling out his cell and punching in a few numbers. He'd started grumbling into the phone, and I turned around completely and looked behind us again, the white Chevy also stopped a little ways behind us.

"Hey, maybe they have one. Worth a try." I waved at the car, still unable to see the driver. The car started again, and started speeding towards us. He was going fast. Too fast. I gasped in horror and turned around, fumbling with my seatbelt to get it back on, but it just kept clicking. It wouldn't budge. Casey, oblivious to everything, had opened the car door and started to step out.

"Guys guYS GUYS" I screeched at the top of my lungs. They both froze and turned my way, and all three of our faces just froze. I gripped my phone, preparing for the worst.

Glass shattered and flew from behind me as the car was violently jerked forward, into the way of oncoming traffic. I grabbed my head and tried to duck, glass flying into my back. I screamed and screwed my eyes tight. Time seemed to stop, nothing was moving. I could only hear the sound of my own breathing. I made one final attempt at my seatbelt, all those videos they show you in school rushing into my mind. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I was finally able to calm down enough to get it to reach the belt clip.

I glanced up slightly, my neck killing me. Mikey was moving slightly, the collar of his shirt saturated in blood. Glass covered both the seats in front of me. Casey was nowhere to be seen.

Another car slammed into my side door, causing me to cry out a second time. My throat was dry and cracking, my screams of silence unheard. The hunk of metal that now encased Mikey and myself was sent into a roll. Once. Twice, before coming to rest on its side. My seatbelt kept me suspended in the air, supporting my waist and neck. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel. I couldn't breathe. My hand dropped to my side, and my free hand clicked the belt buckle, trying to release myself from its death grip. It released with ease and I fell onto shards of broken glass and bits of scrap metal. I started to softly pant, trying to inhale any tiny bubble of oxygen that my lungs would allow. It had only been a few moments and a pool of blood had already formed around where my face met the pavement, glass and gravel digging into my cheek. The thing in my hand- it didn't even feel like a phone anymore. It just felt like I was gripping a ball of glass, but I refused to let go. I could sense the warm blood trickling down my hand. Glass continued to slice my hand open as I shifted towards the volume button and repeatedly pressed the volume up. Music was my only sense of being, even in times like this. The volume was maxed but it still seemed almost silent. I was losing my sense of reality. My vision almost black, car alarms and voices in the background fading. My thoughts turned to one thing, one person.

Gerard. My sweet, sassy Gerard.. I hope he can deal without me. A tear rolled down my face. I promised I'd be back by two. I hate breaking promises. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry Gee. Forgive me. My body was screaming for relief, but my mind just kept thinking of the beautiful, raven-haired boy I'd left at the hotel. My body started to relax and I released my phone, hearing it cling and chime as it shattered even more against the rocky tar. I focused on the music, grateful my final moments were spend listening to the second thing I loved most.

If I were you, I'd put that away
See, you're just wasted
And thinking 'bout the past again
Darling you'll be okay
And she said,
"If you were me, you'd do the same
'Cause I can't take anymore
I'll draw the shades and close the door
Everything's not alright
and I would rather..."

"I would rather.." I spoke in a broken whisper, my reaction delayed.My eyes fluttered shut and rolled to the back of my head, and I accepted my fate.

Notes

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-Hazel