Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > You Can Cry All You Want to...


by XxkelseyxX 5 reviews

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Published: 2008-09-18 - Updated: 2008-09-19 - 1258 words

"Well did you guys break up?" Kat asked.

I shrugged, I couldn't honestly answer. I fiddled with my phone in my hands, expecting for it to ring and it be Brooklyn, or for her to walk in the door any second. I looked at the time. 12:07 a.m.

I had spent two whole hours parked infront of the diner, my heart feeling like it was going to burst, before finally regaining enough composure to drive. Frank and Kat came over to talk to me, when I called them practically in tears.

Frank exhaled and poured himself another cup of coffee, "Should we drive around, look for her?"

Anything, just to know she was all right. I grabbed my keys and walked quickly to the car. Frank and Kat followed. I started the car, "I don't even fucking know where to look."

"Let's just go downtown, that's where I'd go, it's well-lit." Kat suggested. She had a valid point.

I drove to Main Street, and slowly moved slowly down the road, searching faces for hers. "I think we should get out and look," Frank said.

He was right, so I parked the car and climbed out. "Frank, you and Kat go together, she shouldn't be walking alone this time of night,"

She smiled sympathetically. "Call us if you find her."

I walked hastily away. I came to a crowd of people waiting in line to get into a club, it didn't seem like Brook's scene but I asked the bouncer if he'd seen anyone like her. He just laughed, thinking it was comedic that I thought he'd remember a specific face. I rolled my eyes and kept on walking. My body stiffened as I approached a corner, occupied by three prostitutes. They asked me if I liked to party. I just shook my head and continued.

I saw a girl far ahead, at a phone booth, petite, long dark hair. "If there's a god," I mumbled walking toward her. As I approached a Hummer pulled up beside her. I slowed my pace, realizing it probably wasn't Brook and the owner of the vehicle was just looking for a lay. She shook her head, and started to walk away, the vehicle followed slowly beside her, and she stopped. She looked all around her, and I saw that it was Brooklyn. Our eyes met and she looked stunned, she quickly grabbed for the door handle of the car and climbed in. I screamed after her, running as fast as my spaghetti legs would take me, but the car sped away.

I slowed down, taking giant heaps of air into my tar filled lungs. I fell to my knees, clutching my chest as if I was attempting to hold the contents in. My breathing wouldn't slow. I looked up and saw a neon sign. LIQUOR OPEN LATE. I gathered the energy to stand up and walk to the building.

I grabbed the handle.


I let go, and stared at the ground.

Kat and Frank ran up to me, and Frank patted me on the back. "You don't need this Mikey,"

"I saw her," I breathed.

"Where did she go bud?"

"I don't know, she hopped into some asshole's Hummer," Frank and Kat exchanged worried looks.

Kat grabbed my arm in a comforting fashion. "Come on hun, you need to sleep Brooklyn will be okay."

"I won't be able to fucking sleep." I muttered.

"Well we'll wait up with you, won't we Frank?" she said, nudging him.

"Of course," he replied, nodding enthusiastically.

I sighed, my breathing finally back to normal. "Okay."


I stared at my phone intently. 6:22 am. I hadn't slept. Frank and Kat were passed out on the couch. The ringtone didn't finish one complete word before it was up against my ear. I think I just grunted instead of actually saying hello.

"Is this Michael Way?" the unfamiliar voice asked.

I stood up. "Yes,"

"Michael this is Dawn from St. Francis Hospital. I have a Brooklyn Fielding here, and yours was the only number she would give us."

I shook Frank and Kat awake. They stretched and yawned. "Is she alright? What happened?" I asked.

They immediately became alert.

"Oh, she's okay now, she got hurt pretty badly. A very nice young man found her in an alley and brought her to the hospital."

"Jesus," I mumbled, searching for my keys. "I'll be right there."

The time between us leaving the house and arriving at the hospital seemed to be mutiplied by a thousand. When we arrived I practically ran into the emergency entrance. I rushed up to a nurse, talking a hundred miles a minute. She asked me to slow down. I repeated myself, asking if she knew anything about Brook.

She lead me to a curtain, "She's in here, but only one at a time for now please."

I looked at her with pleading eyes. "Why? What's happened?"

"She's just tired, and she's on a lot of painkillers."

Hot tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them back. "Thank you," My shaky hand pulled back the curtain, and my eyes fell on a broken and bruised Brooklyn, unconscious on a hospital bed. I couldn't control those tears anymore and they poured out onto my cheeks.

Her wrist was wrapped in a tensor bandage. Purple and green shades cover most of her neck and face. She had stitches in her lip, and blood was dried around her nostrils.

"Mikey, thank god," I heard my brother's voice from behind me.

"Gerard?!" I quickly spun around.

He half smiled, sympathy written across his face. "I was 'the nice young man',"

"When did you find her?" I asked, my still trembling hand wiping at the tears on my face.

"A couple hours ago. I don't know why, but I couldn't sleep and something compelled me to go for a walk. She wasn't too far from my house." he slowly walked closer to me, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "She'll be alright Mikes,"

I broke down and hugged him. "Its all my fault," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"Mikey?" I heard faintly from behind me.

I turned around, and more tears made their way down my face. I knelt next to the bed and grabbed her hand with both of mine. "I'm here, what happened baby?"

A broken smile spread across her lips. "I'm fine," she said, her voice hoarse. She sat up with great difficulty, "Come here," she whispered, holding out her arms. I was cautious as I embraced her, as she already looked frail enough. "I'm so sorry Mikey, none of this is your fault."

The nurse came over to us. "Brooklyn? Would you like to go home? There isn't much more we can do here for you, aside from get you a prescription, and a care regimen for your wrist."

Brook nodded. "Mikey, you can go talk to Frank and Kat, I'll be right there." she said, motioning to them, sitting in the waiting area.

I kissed her forehead. "Okay,"

Frank and Kat stood up as I walked toward them, "Is she okay?" Kat asked.

I nodded.

"She tell you what happened?" Frank inquired.

"I have a pretty good idea, but no."

"Oh, Gerard say to say goodbye, he had to go home," he said.

I smiled, and hugged them both, "Thanks for everything, really, you should go home and get some sleep."

"Alright, and you call if you need anything, okay?" Kat said, smiling.

"I will,"
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