Give Me A Reason To Believe

My Way Home Is Through You. (really)

Gerard's P.O.V.

Focus on her eyes. Darker around...soft on the inside.

I was drawing. At 1:00 in the morning.
The 6th picture..and all I could draw was her.

-Ding...Dong-

"What the--" I looked over at Mikey who was reading one of my Hellboy comics.
He shrugged.

"Maybe it's just mom and dad."

Oh.. yeah right.

"Like they would ring the doorbell."
We got up and headed for the door.

Mikey stopped for a second, ran back to our room, and came back with a bat.
I stared at him. Idiot.

"What??..Just in case." He said.

-Ding...Dong-

Who the hell would be here so late?
Who would be here in the first place?
It's not like I know anybody...

I unlocked the door, and Mikey held up his bat.
"Your such an idiot sometimes Mikey."

"That's why you love me." He smiled, and focused back on the bat.

I opened the door.

Whoa. No. It's not. It's a hallucination.
No.

The metal clanged against the floor as Mikey dropped the bat.

Hell, it's real.

"Uh...hi."