They Could Care Less As Long As Someone'll Bleed

Rain's P.O.V.

Yesterday after talking to the police they brought in Skye's parents, who acted all worried. The fact that they were faking all this just so they didn't get in trouble made me sick. It's terrible to treat your child like that, but if you do, don't lie about it.

Today we were called into the police station for questioning and a newsreporter was there.

"You knew Miss Masters correct?" the woman asked as we headed into the station.

"Yes she was our best friend," Keola said. I didn't really want to talk to a reporter but knowing Skye, the only way she would be found is if she was a wanted criminal so maybe the story being out there would help find her.

"Why would she run away?"

"She was bullied in school. And from what I gathered when we went to inform her parents, they don't care much about her," I snapped.

"What do you mean?"

I stopped and faced the woman, "We went to Skylar's house yesterday. When her step-father answered the door he called her rude names and said he didn't care about her. We had to go to her window to find that she was really gone. The fact that they came and pretended to care sickens me," I said and continued walking. The woman went back to her little truck to--write her story I guess.

The three of us continued into the station for more questioning.

"She's still missing?" the police officer asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Well since it's been over twenty four hours we can actually do something about it. You said she was going somewhere specific?"

I nodded, "to find Gerard Way."

"And where does he live?"

"Well he's a celebrity, so I don't know exactly just that it's somewhere in Los Angelas, California."

"A celebrity? That should make this even easier. What is Gerard Way famous for?"

"He is the lead singer of My Chemical Romance and author of The Umbrella Academy."

He nodded and wrote it down. "Thank you. We will make sure to notify police departments from here to LA. Thank you."

"That's all you needed?" Keola asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry there's not much you can do so you may go." We all nodded and left.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked when we reached the car.

"You heard him Ri," Keola said, "there's nothing we can do."

"Of course there is! Gerard is famous!" I exclaimed.

"So what if he's famous?"

"That means 1. we know where she's going and 2. what would happen if all his fans found out?"

"I don't know?" Keola answered.

"She's right," Dylan commented, "especially if all his fans found out. He would never want a fan hurt so he would make it known and everyone would look for her. It'd be more affected than just the police."

"How would we reach all his fans?" Keola asked, still not on bored with the idea.

"The source. Gerard." I told them jumping in the car, them following suit.

"How on Earth do you expect to reach Gerard Way, famous singer and author?"

"We don't reach him ourselves, we just make sure it hits the news. It hits the news it's bound to reach them and they'll do the reaching the fans themself. Maybe if Skye see's herself on the news she might even come home."

"Skye wouldn't come home if she was on the news. If anything it would make her just try and hide more."

"Okay. Than we get it so it doesn't hit between here and there. Go to the local news, they're sure to have connections to someone in LA. By the time she hears about it hundreds of fans will already be searching."

Keola sighed but agreed. "Let's go then," I smiled asking Dylan to drive us to the local news station. I'm so happy his girlfriend's sister worked there. We've got connections.

"Hey what can I do for you Dylan?" our friend, Paulina, asked when we walked into her little cubicle.

"Well Rain's friend Skye ran away. Said she was going to find Gerard Way. We wanted to know if you had any connections to LA that maybe could get the news to reach him."

"What would him knowing do?" she asked.

"If the news reaches him he'll tell all his fans and they'll want to help find her," I informed her.

"Smart."

"Do you know anyone?" Keola asked.

"Uh. Hmm. Well my friend Daniel does, I think. He does more of the bigger news, I'm just local."

"Could you ask?" I asked.

"Let's all ask," she said smiling. "Follow me." We walked into a bigger office and Paulina knocked on the open door.

"Hi Paulina, how can I help you?" the guy sitting at the desk asked.

"Well Daniel, this is my sister's boyfriend and his sister. Tell him you're idea Rain."

I explained it once agian.

"Hmmm. Well I do know one person that might be helpful. He's into news on music so he may even have some connections to the band. His name is Brian Schecter. I'll give him a call right now," he said pulling out a cell phone.

"Thank you so much Daniel!" she turned to us when we were outside, "and there you have it. Would you like me to do a local story? I can have it out tomorrow and an anonymous source so no one figures out who told." She offered smiling.

"That'd be awesome!" I exclaimed and she got to work getting the whole story.

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