A man sits in the meeting. He sighs. "Meetings. Every day. Why?!" When the meeting was over, he stood, and walked to the floor bathrooms. He looked into the mirror. "Depression" was marked his forehead, in ink. "What-?" He touched his forehead slowly. Was that what this feeling is? That I don't want to get up. That I want to cry. I know I shouldn't. Man up! Man up! He looked up.

A teen boy, a few miles away, sat in his room, drawing. His drawings seemed like comics. He looked up, at the full-length mirror in his room. They're right. Who am I, to be alive still? Who would love me? Who would want to be friends with me? He closed his eyes, tears leaking down his cheeks, yet again. He looked up. "Suicidal" was marked on his forehead. He looked, confused. He suddenly was scared. "What if Mikey sees this?! What if he tells Mom? I'm not depressed!" He ran to the bathroom to try and wash it off. "Oh my god..." It wouldn't wash off.

~years later~

A man stood in a meeting, grinning as he explained something. Finally! Finally my dream! He thought of when the world seemed to be getting blacker, and his days felt numbered. "Depression" was gone

A black-haired man was sitting in an interview on TV. Look Gerard! Look how far you've come! "Suicidal" was gone.

A group of people were playing at a concert. John, Seth, Korey, and Jen. "No one can make this better..." John was singing.

Fin. For now.

A/N: Ok, this is a quick one-shot I made. Yes, it's an MCR/Skillet crossfic. The song "Sick of It" reminded me of Gerard and when he was being bullied, and was depressed and wasting his life away. How he rose up against it, and defeated the odds.