I'm the first to say it: I suck. I got really busy unexpectedly, and now I have a job and like I said, I suck. So here is what I promised you a week ago :( Forgive me?

Mikey met up with Gerard, Frank and Kenzie after school by Gerard's car. It was handy to have a brother willing to drive you, your girlfriend, and your best friend home.

"Crap. I left my math book inside. I'll be right back." Mikey ran inside and made it to his locker in record time. As he was shutting the door to his locker though, he got hit from behind.

Ray.

Ray was saying something, but Mikey couldn't understand him. Mikey was getting brutally beat. He was disoriented, and the overwhelming alcohol smell coming from Ray didn't help. He got hit over and over, but Mikey was helpless. His arm had landed under him, and was injured. Not broken, thank heaven, but injured all the same.

Mikey did the only thing he could. He blacked out. As manly and dignified as he could.

When he came back around, Gerard was pulling Ray off him as Kenzie and Frank dragged him out from under Ray. They helped him stand as Gerard decked the drunken Ray, who promptly fell over.

Mikey and his friends and brother walked back to the car. Mikey wasn't too hurt, and he wasn't concussed, so they didn't go to the hospital.

As soon as Kenzie and Frank were out of the car, Gerard took his little brother home. Mikey was out of the car the instant it stopped. He ran inside and straight for his room. He collapsed on his bed, doing his best to keep from crying. He was hurt, and depressed, and angry. It was just too hard to keep his tears contained.

After a few hours of just letting himself cry, Mikey sat up, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He sniffed as he stood up. He walked into the bathroom across the hall. He had a plan, and nothing was going to stop him now.

Mikey quickly opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the orange bottle. They were Gerard's left over pills from getting his wisdom teeth out. High dosage painkillers.

Pain killers.

Mikey killers now.

Mikey ran into his room, shutting the door behind him. He dropped the bottle on his bed and sat at his desk to type a goodbye.

Dear world:

I can't keep doing this. I'm leaving you, and by the time you read this, you won't be able to help me. But whatever you do, don't forget me, and don't BE me. Don't be a number. A statistic that no one will remember as anything but a data piece in a chart of busted up, broken dreams and shattered hearts. I love you.

Mikey

Mikey printed it out, shut down his computer and went to his bed. He put the note down and picked up the bottle. He struggled with the cap. His hands were shaking.

"OPEN! WHY WON'T YOU OPEN?" he yelled. He struggled with the cap for a few more minutes, tears of frustration and anger running down his face.

Gerard opened the door, saying, "Mikes, mom says dinner is ready and you –" but was interrupted by Mikey giving up and throwing the bottle across the room. It landed at Gerard's feet. He picked it up, looked at it and then dropped it.

Mikey had his head in his hands. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall.

"MIKEY YOU LITTLE MONSTER! I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF! MOM! HELP! MOM! MOM MOM MOM!" Gerard turned and ran for their mother. He returned a moment later with Mrs. Way, who became frantic to see Mikey curled in a ball on the floor of his room.

"Michael James Way! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh…" She dropped down on her knees next to him, wrapping him in a hug. "Gerard, call 911, or take us to the ER, or get the neighbors, do something!" Gerard pulled his keys out of his pocket and helped his mom off the floor. They then both helped Mikey up, and dragged him out of the house and into Gerard's car.

Gerard flew down the road to get to the ER. Mikey needed serious help. This depression thing was worse than he had thought.

Gerard was going to get Mikey help, dang it, or die trying.

"Any history of physical or sexual abuse?" the nurse asked.

"No." Mrs. Way said, tiredly.

"Any big family crisis's?"

"No."

The nurse turned to Mikey, smiling. "Alright hon, I'm gonna take your blood pressure, okay?" Mikey stayed silent, glaring at Gerard. Why would he do this? Why couldn't he just have let me die? The nurse, who was a good-looking blonde girl in her early twenties or so, placed the cuff on his arm. After she recorded the numbers, they were led into a smaller room where Mikey was given a large plastic bag.

"What's this for?" he asked the nurse, whose name was Lindsey.

"You need to change into a gown and put your clothes in there. Everything, including any piercings. You can leave your underwear on, but nothing else." Mikey looked at the ugly sea green gown that lay folded on the bed.

"Okay…" Lindsey, Mrs. Way and Gerard all stepped out while Mikey quickly changed into the gown. He placed his clothes in the bag and opened the door of the room. Lindsey grabbed the bag as a social worker came in to assess Mikey.

4 hours later and 3 doctors later, Mikey was allowed to go home. He changed back into his street clothes and the three Ways left the emergency room.

I'm leaving it there for now. I'm tired, I'm sick, and I can't think right now, so… haha. :) Okay, I will make it up to you guys by uploading a new chapter in the next two days. Sound good? Okay!