End of Everything
Realizing Reality
Mikey's POV:
Shit.
The fans.
The concert.
Should I act okay?
MCR didn't need me.
Mikey, the bassist.
I didn't spaz on the ground like Frank.
I didn't have a fro.
I didn't scream.
You could barely hear me.
I didn't lead the music with my beat.
MCR was MCR...
Without "Gerard's brother" or not.
I felt sad.
My heart sunk into my stomach.
"Guys, you can go to San Diego without me."
Gerard freaked out.
"Whoa,
Mikey!
You're the bassist.
We need you there to be MCR."
I laughed.
"Yeah,
You can barely hear me."
Alicia spoke up.
"Mikey,
Your part of the band also.
There are some fans who love you also.
They would be hurt if you weren't there."
I laughed again.
"I doubt I have any fans."
Frank ran inside, nurses racing after him.
"Sir!
You can't go in there!"
Frank ran over to me.
"Mikey!!!"
He hugged me.
"Hey Frank."
I said, waving away the annoyed nurses.
"What happened?"
"I'll explain later."
Ray and Ace walked in.
Bob limped behind them.
"Mikey!
Sorry,
We didn't want to get arrested."
I laughed at Ray's remark.
"Understood."
Gerard shook his head at me.
"Mikey!
What the fuck made you think like this?"
"Um,
I...
I think I left my...
jacket?
Yeah, I have to go get it."
Bob limped out, pulling a confused Ace behind him.
Everyone quickly cleared the room,
Leaving Gerard and I.
"Gerard...
I don't have many fans.
I'm known as 'Gerard's brother'.
You can't even hear me."
Gerard looked down.
He suddenly looked up and grabbed my Sidekick off of the table beside me.
"Gerard...
What the fuck?"
He pushed at the keyboard roughly.
"I'm searching you on Google."
"Ugh..."
I sat back in bed.
"Ha!
There."
He shoved my phone in my face, tapping at the screen.
I looked.
Profiles popped up.
Chat rooms with my name on them.
Girls talking about my new "look".
Fansites.
I had 10 pages of search results.
"...
Gee.
This doesn't prove anything.
Who knows?
Maybe they just do that because of yo-"
"MIKEY!
How much proof do you need?
Do I have to auction your clothes on the internet?"
He threw my phone on my stomach.
"I-
I'm through.
This is..."
I looked up at Gerard.
What did he mean?
"I'm through."... what?
He laughed.
"MCR is...
Over."
He walked out.
Ace's POV:
Gerard walked out of Mikey's room.
"Gee!
What happened?"
I spoke up.
He sighed.
"MCR is over, guys."
Ray stood up.
"Gerard, you can't do this.
Don't be so sensitive!"
Gerard laughed coldly and walked out.
He was gone.
MCR was over.
No...
Shit.
The fans.
The concert.
Should I act okay?
MCR didn't need me.
Mikey, the bassist.
I didn't spaz on the ground like Frank.
I didn't have a fro.
I didn't scream.
You could barely hear me.
I didn't lead the music with my beat.
MCR was MCR...
Without "Gerard's brother" or not.
I felt sad.
My heart sunk into my stomach.
"Guys, you can go to San Diego without me."
Gerard freaked out.
"Whoa,
Mikey!
You're the bassist.
We need you there to be MCR."
I laughed.
"Yeah,
You can barely hear me."
Alicia spoke up.
"Mikey,
Your part of the band also.
There are some fans who love you also.
They would be hurt if you weren't there."
I laughed again.
"I doubt I have any fans."
Frank ran inside, nurses racing after him.
"Sir!
You can't go in there!"
Frank ran over to me.
"Mikey!!!"
He hugged me.
"Hey Frank."
I said, waving away the annoyed nurses.
"What happened?"
"I'll explain later."
Ray and Ace walked in.
Bob limped behind them.
"Mikey!
Sorry,
We didn't want to get arrested."
I laughed at Ray's remark.
"Understood."
Gerard shook his head at me.
"Mikey!
What the fuck made you think like this?"
"Um,
I...
I think I left my...
jacket?
Yeah, I have to go get it."
Bob limped out, pulling a confused Ace behind him.
Everyone quickly cleared the room,
Leaving Gerard and I.
"Gerard...
I don't have many fans.
I'm known as 'Gerard's brother'.
You can't even hear me."
Gerard looked down.
He suddenly looked up and grabbed my Sidekick off of the table beside me.
"Gerard...
What the fuck?"
He pushed at the keyboard roughly.
"I'm searching you on Google."
"Ugh..."
I sat back in bed.
"Ha!
There."
He shoved my phone in my face, tapping at the screen.
I looked.
Profiles popped up.
Chat rooms with my name on them.
Girls talking about my new "look".
Fansites.
I had 10 pages of search results.
"...
Gee.
This doesn't prove anything.
Who knows?
Maybe they just do that because of yo-"
"MIKEY!
How much proof do you need?
Do I have to auction your clothes on the internet?"
He threw my phone on my stomach.
"I-
I'm through.
This is..."
I looked up at Gerard.
What did he mean?
"I'm through."... what?
He laughed.
"MCR is...
Over."
He walked out.
Ace's POV:
Gerard walked out of Mikey's room.
"Gee!
What happened?"
I spoke up.
He sighed.
"MCR is over, guys."
Ray stood up.
"Gerard, you can't do this.
Don't be so sensitive!"
Gerard laughed coldly and walked out.
He was gone.
MCR was over.
No...