The cell wasn't so bad. But if any normal person from a normal home in a normal life were to stay here for a night they would be miserable. But take a street urchin like myself and have them arrested and put into a cell like this, then they're on cloud nine.

I mean I feel remorse for the reason I was in here but I'm not complaining about it.

My first visitor was the smallest of the three police men. He looked very familiar and then it hit me.

"Bob? Bob Bryar? Is that you?" I asked smiling.

"Gerard Way? Its been how long? I was your teacher in like what the third grade?" He said jokingly

"Yeah. Man you missed out on a lot of shit."

"Yeah, you poisoned your brother if I'm correct."

"Out of jealous spite Bryar. A moment of jealousy that I regret. If he dies. . ."

"He's dead Gerard." Bob cut me off.

Well that hurt to know. "He's, he's dead? For real?"

"Yeah happened about an hour after you got here. Now listen. The judge is a good friend of mine and he's willing to cut a deal. You be good, show remorse, beg for mercy, even cry a little; then he's willing to reduce your sentence and maybe even give you the option for bail. Do you have a lawyer?"

"Uh no. I just turned 18 and I'm a broke orphan. So nope no lawyer."

"Okay we'll get you one. But remember. Regret is your ticket key. I'd practice if I were you."

"Alright Bryar."

He nodded and left. My next visitor was a lady I've never seen. She was a decent height had pale skin, brown eyes, dark hair and lips that were pink. Her face had laugh lines around her mouth. The woman was good looking for her age which I assumed to be late 30's early 40's.

"Gerard Way?" She asked softly.

I was getting really sick of my name really fast but I nodded.

"Thank you so much Gerard. Frank has told me so much about you. My husband, he's a lawyer. We can get you out of here Gerard at any means possible. You make my baby smiles and thats not something I get to see a lot."

I nodded. And that was it, she left.