This is my first one shot. Sorry it's so bad!

"Urgh!" I can't get it right. I was drawing again to let my emotions out. I was trying to draw a couple watching a sunset but there was something i couldn't get right. I walked out of my room and went up the stairs to the kitchen. My room is in the basement!

"Mikey?" I called. There was no answer so i assumed he was out. I had hoped he was here because he always helped me with my art. If i didn't like a drawing very much, i'd give it to Mikey and he would tell me what was wrong with it and he'd be honest with me. He would also be able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong and give me tips even though he can't draw very well!

About an hour later, Mikey still hadn't come back but Frank, mine and Mikey's friend was here. We were watching a movie while waiting for Mikey to come home. Just as the film ended, Frank's phone rang.

"Hello?" I could hear the muffled voices on the other end of the line. Suddenly, Frank's face dropped.

"Yeah, we'll be right there." Wait. What is he talking about? Where do we have to go? I was confuzzled! (Confused and puzzled put together, just for anyone who didn't know!)

"Yeah, he's with me now." He hung up the phone.

"Gee, we have to get to the hospital. NOW."

"Why? Who's hurt?" It was only then I realized that Mikey hadn't come home.

"Mikey?" No. It couldn't be. Frank nodded, confirming my thoughts.

"He's in a critical condition, Gee. Some bastards decided to beat the shit out of him when he was walking home." My world came crashing around me and there was nothing I could do about it.

"What do you mean by critical Frank?" I asked as we ran down the steps of the apartment hung his head.

"They're fighting to save his life, Gee." After I heard that wisper, that was it for me. I had to get to my baby brother. I sped off in the car before Frank even had the door we reached the hospital, we ran stright for the reception desk.

"We're looking for Mikey Way." I said pleadingly. The woman behind the desk smiled. You could tell it was both forced and fake. She started typing on her computer. I started getting aggitated. My brother could die at any time and she was slowly typing on her bloody computer.

"Please hurry, my brother could die any minute."

"He's in room 1408." Finally! I ran off without even thanking her. When Frank and I got to the room, Mikey was lying there, cuts and bruises covered his face. I couldn't believe it. My baby brother was beaten and left for dead. I went over to him and clasped his hand in mine. He was so limp. Frank came over and put a hand on my shoulder. Then went over and grabbed Mikey's other hand. Out of the blue, i just broke down into tears. It was just too much seeing my baby brother lying there. Okay, yes he was 23 but he was still my baby brother. I felt a reassuring squeeze on my hand. Mikey!

"Mikey?" I gazed down at him. He opened his eyes quickly but shut them just as quickly. I laughed at him.

"Urgh!" He opened his eyes again, this time taking it slowly. "Where am i? What happened?" He looked very confused.

"You were attacked on the street." All of a sudden, the machines started going crazy. The machine monitoring his heart started flatlining. My heart stopped as I heard Mikey wisper.

"Gerard, Frank, I love you. I always have. I always will." And with that, he breathed his last. The doctors came rushing into the room and did everything they could but it was too late. Mikey was gone.

One of the doctors looked at his watch before saying.

"Michael Way

Time of Death: 2.47 PM

11-9-07"