It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
Jealousy Is Hatred.
[[Alex POV]]
I was sweating and losing my breath quickly as I was shoved around.
Thrown from left to right, right to left.
The heavy music from the stage was blaring.
I occasionally caught a glimpse of the five guys rocking on stage.
The moving bodies around me continued pushing and shoving.
The mosh pit continued to become more violent.
I had reached a point where my feet were no longer touching the ground.
I stared at the person singing on stage.
I looked back and forth between guitarists.
I caught a glimpse of the bassist before my eyes landing on the drummer.
His name was Bob Bryar.
And he was all mine.
The bassist was smoothly running the plastic pick over the thick metal strings of his bass.
Mikey was his name; Mikey Way.
As I was being knocked from side to side in the pit, he kept a close eye on me.
This was My Chemical Romance's last concert of their summer tour and they were in the middle of their final song.
I had gone with them to every show.
I was more there for the sake of Bob and I.
This was the first show I had decided to "join in on the fun", instead of relax from the side.
Gerard sang, "Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.."
I was finally out of breath.
I looked back at the stage, Mikey noticing my pain.
He gave all his attention to me.
My whole body was sore.
I had endured this all night.
It was only until Helena when it had gotten extremely rough.
Gerard reached his arm towards the crowd.
The fans all went forward to touch him.
Mikey stared as his brother's hand crept closer to my spot in the crowd.
Mini pits and hardcore dance circles had formed while the song was coming to its last chorus.
Then I was knocked down.
I had landed face first into the dirt and grass of the stadium.
The commotion continued above me as I had to crawl out of the pit.
I kicked the guy behind me hard in the leg as he tried to throw me back in.
Struggling, I made it to a near tree.
I got sick behind it and felt a little more relieved.
My body ached and my head was throbbing.
I placed a hand to my forehead to try and stop the pain, but it did no use.
I looked back to the stage to hear Ray playing the last chord.
"Thank you very much everyone," Gerard said quickly, "We are My Chemical Romance!"
He exaggerated the last bit and Mikey hopped off the stage in a hurry.
I saw Mikey was heading in my direction with a towel and a bottle of water.
"Alex," he said, "I saw the whole thing. Are you okay? I knew you should have stayed backstage."
It was probably midnight by now.
He handed me the water bottle and wrapped the damp towel around my neck.
He examined my body, stopping at my knees and staring.
"You're bleeding. Your jeans are ripped. Let's get you to the bus."
He started to lift me off the ground, but I just collapsed again.
Bob was now walking towards us.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing? Get away from her."
Bob lightly hit Mikey in his shoulder.
"Well, apparently while you were rocking too hard, you missed how your girlfriend just had the shit kicked out of her in that there pit."
They started fighting.
I had to put my hands to my ears to try and drown out the sound.
"Can the two of you stop fighting? I have a killer headache and I don't need it becoming worse."
"Alex, come here," Bob said.
He actually came to me.
"Let me see you," he said, putting his hand to my chin.
"Your lip is cut and bleeding. Mikey, help me get her to the bus, and don't hurt her."
They carried my weak body and layed me on Bob's bunk.
I rested my pounding head on the pillow and closed my eyes.
All I could hear were bickering bandmates.
I was sweating and losing my breath quickly as I was shoved around.
Thrown from left to right, right to left.
The heavy music from the stage was blaring.
I occasionally caught a glimpse of the five guys rocking on stage.
The moving bodies around me continued pushing and shoving.
The mosh pit continued to become more violent.
I had reached a point where my feet were no longer touching the ground.
I stared at the person singing on stage.
I looked back and forth between guitarists.
I caught a glimpse of the bassist before my eyes landing on the drummer.
His name was Bob Bryar.
And he was all mine.
The bassist was smoothly running the plastic pick over the thick metal strings of his bass.
Mikey was his name; Mikey Way.
As I was being knocked from side to side in the pit, he kept a close eye on me.
This was My Chemical Romance's last concert of their summer tour and they were in the middle of their final song.
I had gone with them to every show.
I was more there for the sake of Bob and I.
This was the first show I had decided to "join in on the fun", instead of relax from the side.
Gerard sang, "Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.."
I was finally out of breath.
I looked back at the stage, Mikey noticing my pain.
He gave all his attention to me.
My whole body was sore.
I had endured this all night.
It was only until Helena when it had gotten extremely rough.
Gerard reached his arm towards the crowd.
The fans all went forward to touch him.
Mikey stared as his brother's hand crept closer to my spot in the crowd.
Mini pits and hardcore dance circles had formed while the song was coming to its last chorus.
Then I was knocked down.
I had landed face first into the dirt and grass of the stadium.
The commotion continued above me as I had to crawl out of the pit.
I kicked the guy behind me hard in the leg as he tried to throw me back in.
Struggling, I made it to a near tree.
I got sick behind it and felt a little more relieved.
My body ached and my head was throbbing.
I placed a hand to my forehead to try and stop the pain, but it did no use.
I looked back to the stage to hear Ray playing the last chord.
"Thank you very much everyone," Gerard said quickly, "We are My Chemical Romance!"
He exaggerated the last bit and Mikey hopped off the stage in a hurry.
I saw Mikey was heading in my direction with a towel and a bottle of water.
"Alex," he said, "I saw the whole thing. Are you okay? I knew you should have stayed backstage."
It was probably midnight by now.
He handed me the water bottle and wrapped the damp towel around my neck.
He examined my body, stopping at my knees and staring.
"You're bleeding. Your jeans are ripped. Let's get you to the bus."
He started to lift me off the ground, but I just collapsed again.
Bob was now walking towards us.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing? Get away from her."
Bob lightly hit Mikey in his shoulder.
"Well, apparently while you were rocking too hard, you missed how your girlfriend just had the shit kicked out of her in that there pit."
They started fighting.
I had to put my hands to my ears to try and drown out the sound.
"Can the two of you stop fighting? I have a killer headache and I don't need it becoming worse."
"Alex, come here," Bob said.
He actually came to me.
"Let me see you," he said, putting his hand to my chin.
"Your lip is cut and bleeding. Mikey, help me get her to the bus, and don't hurt her."
They carried my weak body and layed me on Bob's bunk.
I rested my pounding head on the pillow and closed my eyes.
All I could hear were bickering bandmates.