I look up and the rain had gotten much worse. The wind had picked up and the tempurture had dropped to well below twenty degrees. Mikey was calling my name. That was fast, when did he get in town?

"Gerard come on! They say the storm is gonna turn into a hurricane!" Mikey called to me.

I shook my head. "Let me stay, let me think! I don't want to live anymore! Just leave me here!" I shouted back at him.

He walked to me. "Gerard come on please, think about the fans, the people who are true to us even if the band is over. All those boys and girls that you've saved over the years. What do you think they're gonna do when they find out you died? What about Mom. Dad, and I? Or Ray or even Frank! Just because Frank is in a coma doesn't mean his gonna die!"

His harsh tone cut me like thousands of little knives were shredding me into confetti. "They'll cope with out me."

"No they won't, I wont, Gerard listen to me! You are probably the soul reason hundreds, maybe thousands, of kids are alive right now! You cant just throw it all away!"

I thought for a moment. "Alright fine!" I stormed off to my car. No way in hell I was going home but I wasnt going to stay outside