You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

*Gerard's POV*

I.. What?.. Someone?.. Please?..
The ground is hot and hard beneath me, and the sun is beating down on my back.
How did I get here?..
Where are the others?.. Did they just leave me here to die?..
I can't think straight, and everything hurts.
Do they hate me THIS much?
I don't want to.. die.

*Narrator's POV*

As Gerard passed out once again, heat and dehydration taking him under, he didn't hear the bus as it made it's way slowly along the desert road toward him, its occupants scanning every inch of roadside for any sign of their missing bandmate, and friend.
They were all terrified of what they'd find, but they wouldn't stop looking til they found him, no matter HOW long it took...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How was your Xmas?..

So this was possibly the shortest chapter I ever wrote, but I really wanted to write this, so you know we're still here, and haven't forgotten this story.

Please comment, and peace out, yours GeesCLUELESSgirl
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