Brrrriinnggg! We all rushed out of fifth period and headed outside for lunch. I gently tapped the right side of my waist to assure my "special friend" was secured in place. I caught up with Frank,

"Hey, are Ray and Bob ready?" I asked.

"Yep, everyone's in place, and I'm on my way to the parking lot. You sure you want to do this, Gerard?"

"More sure than I've ever been. I'm gonna go get in position."

I ran out to the lot and hid behind a black 4x4, waiting for Mikey. I quickly looked over to the other exits, to see that Frank, Ray, and Bob were all in place. Now, we waited. I suddenly heard a loud voice yell, "You dorky little faggot!" I saw the three punks knocking my poor little brother around. I could feel the fiery rage stirring my stomach. Bang! A shot rang out leaving the kids silenced. Ray climbed out of hiding and took the tallest kid by the collar, throwing him at the ground in the middle of us.

"Excuse me," he started. "There's something we'd like to talk to you kids about."

The punk tried to play it off like he was tougher than us, "Shoot, Fro."

"Well, Mikey here is a good kid and a good friend of ours. You three have been harassing him, correct?"

The kid shrugged. "Sure."

"I see a problem here, do you?" I nearly giggled realizing that Ray sounded like a mobster from The Godfather.

Before he said anything, Frank, Bob, and I stood up and surrounded the scene.

"What are you gonna do, mug us?"

I shook my head and smiled.

Mikey walked closer and says, "That's too good for you."

We all pulled guns out for their spots broke out into gunfire. Bullets flew past everyone from all directions. Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain in my chest and I noticed the third kid holding a gun. Shocked, I fell to the ground in utter pain. Mikey ran over to me and held me to his chest. He started to cry.

"I knew this was a terrible idea! How could I agree to this? Please get up, Gerard, please!"

"I'm sorry, Mikey. Go with the guys, I'll be okay. You don't need me to move on."

He looked over to the guys as they jumped in the packed van. I heard sirens begin to screech about a mile away. He looked back at me, even more upset than before.

"I can't leave you here! My life won't be worth living! What will I do?"

I looked into his eyes and turned his neck so he'd look at me. "Keep running."

I smiled as I saw him get in the back of the van and wave at me. The last thing I'd seen, leaving me with complete peace. I felt my head drop and that was the end.

I looked through the window back at the lifeless bodies in the lot. I stared at the one familiar corpse I cared for so deeply. I loved him so much, what could I possibly do without him? My eyes shined with tears. I was surprised I had any left. I jumped as a cold hand touched my shoulder. It was Frank's.

He looked out the window and said to me, "Kid, I loved your brother too. We all did, but you can't let this stop you from living. Don't look at the past, but run to the future. You can do it, and we're gonna help you." I smiled and thought of what Gerard had said to me. I had to keep running. I looked at him for the last time I ever would and whispered, "Gerard, no matter what happens to me, I'm going to keep running for the both of us."