Author's note: Hello beautiful people! I'm kinda sad and excited to announce that this is the final chapter which pretty much closes up my first fanfic ever; We Are The Kids From Yesterday. I'm so sorry I kept you guys waiting so long for this chapter, but seeing as it's the last, I wanted to make it extra juicy!

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Alright, I think I'm done now. See you next time, but until then, please enjoy the story and review. Buh-bye! :3

Beep… beep… beep…

Gerard… Gerard… Oh Gerard…

I found myself surrounded by pure white. There seemed to be a beam of light flashing in front of me. It began approaching me, slowly. I tried looking beyond the beam of light, but there was nothing to be seen to my apprehension. I winced at the light which was now approaching me quicker than ever. I tried to back up, avoiding the light, but my panic froze me. Then, the beam of light swept me away…

"Gerard! Oh thank goodness you're alive!"

"What…?" My breath was squeezed out of me from my wife who was hugging me, or practically strangling me at this point.

"Give him some room and air, please, Mrs. Way."

My wife abruptly jumped off me.

"Sorry." she said, sounding embarrassed.

I finally came to my five senses and realized where I was. I was laying on a hospital bed, with many tubes attached to my wrist, a gas mask surrounding my mouth and nose, and a big bandage covering the left side of my head. I heard a piercing beeping sound every second, and I was partially blinded by a bright light, parallel to my eyes. Around me was a rally fat and sweaty doctor, two blonde, young nurses, and my beautiful wife Lindsey who had a very concern, but joyful look on her face.

"Gerard," said the doctor, "how do you feel?"

I feel born again.

"Um… heh." I grunted.

My wife gasped and eyed the doctor. The doctor gave her a reassuring look.

"Do you know who this woman beside you is?"

Of course I do! She's my wife Lindsey, who I love very much.

"Linds…" I croaked, "Lindsey…"

I realized I couldn't get my voice to say much without it cracking and sounding rough all the time, so I just grabbed my wife's hand and squeezed it tight. She squeezed back with tears welling up in her eyes. The doctor quietly beckoned her out the door.

"Gerard, I'll be right back." she told me, unfolding our grasp.

She then followed the doctor out the room and shut the door. I could see my wife and the doctor talk from behind the glass window on the door, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. All I knew is that something was wrong from the horrified expressions on my wife's face. Then I saw the doctor placing his giant hand on my wife's shoulder, and my wife nodding.

The door opened, but it was only my wife who came inside this time. She gave me a sad smie and caressed my forehead and hair.

"Gerard, hunny, I love you so much."

She made me feel so warm. I smiled weakly. "Wha… what," I cleared my throat, "happened?" I managed to say.

"Shh…shh… don't speak. Rest your voice, baby."

I cleared my voice again. "Pl… please tell me."

Oh my God, my voice was completely done!

"Oh, Gerard," my wife said with tears gently streaming down her pale cheeks, "when you were giving a show in Philadelphia, someone threw a beer bottle to your head. The impact was so hard that it shattered a little piece of your skull and damaged… and damaged…"

I opened my eyes wide, insisting her to go on.

"And damaged the part of your brain that controls your vocal chords. The doctors say there's nothing they can do about it…" she finished, feeling sorry for me.

"So that means…" I croaked, sounding like a toad if a toad was able to speak.

Lindsey sighed. "No more singing."

Wonderful. The words I was so sure to never hear in my entire lifetime. No more singing. No more love. No more passion. No more Gerard.

I just shut my eyes and nodded, surprisingly taking this very well.

"Sweetheart, please don't pretend like that. I know just as much as you know how much this is going to affect you. Don't keep your anger bundled in like that."

"Well how am I supposed to let it out without singing?" I forced my voice, just reminding me how awful it sounded.

There was a pause.

"…I don't know." Lindsey pouted.

The fat and dripping doctor came in the room and walked over to me.

"Welcome, Gerard, feeling alright?"

I didn't answer. I didn't think he expected me to answer.

"Well, there is some good news… you'll be able to go home in four days after we complete a couple of tests to make sure the rest of your brain is functioning properly. But as for your voice, it's very important that you don't force it or else it can cause an infection in your vocal chords. So when you talk, talk gently. Don't shout, scream, and especially, don't sing.

Bam. Another whip to my heart.

"I'll leave you two alone for now. If you need something, just press the button on the intercom. We'll be back in a few hours to run some tests." The doctor finally finished and left the room.

My wife turned to me and continued caressing my forehead. "You got that, hunny?"

I nodded grimly.

"The guys are here. Want me to get them to come in?"

I nodded again. "Please."

My wife kissed me on the cheek, got up, and headed to the door.

"I love you." I whispered, gently.

Lindsey turned to look at me.

"I love you, too." she smiled, and went out the door.

I sighed heavily in frustration. I got into this horrible mess for no other reason but myself. Not Mikey, Frank, nor Ray. It was me who actually forced everyone to reform our band and go back on tour. This is what I got.

The door opened and in came Frank, Ray and Mikey. They all had worried expressions on their faces, but they smiled when they saw me.

"Hey, Gee!" they chanted.

They each took a chair and sat around my bed.

I cleared my throat. "Listen, guy, don't feel bad for any of this. It's all my fault."

"No, buddy, you listen. If it weren't for us who agreed to go back on tour, none of this would've happened. Everything would've gone back to normal." Frank said.

Hmm… back to normal… I never really liked normal. I did this to get more excitement in my life and this was my punishment. Or is it a punishment? Maybe this is a milestone for us all and something good will come out of it.

"You guys?" I croaked. "I think this is the best thing that has ever happened to us."

"Huh?" said Ray.

"What do you mean?" asked Mikey.

"Please, elaborate." Frank told me.

"Well, if you realize how unsatisfying our lives became at one point," I almost whispered, "maybe this event that just happened to us will shake us up a little and remind us how important our family really is, and how we shouldn't abandon them for any reason. We thought they were the brats, but maybe we were the brats all along.

They just stared at me with mouths opened wide, as if I was some old, wise man living in the mountains and came down just to recite this.

"Gee… I think you're really right. I mean, how could we have fought with them in front of the kids at the dinner table the other night? How could we have actually thought about ditching our families for this tour?" Mikey stated.

"Well," I wondered, "in the end, we should be thankful for this tour or else we would have never reasoned like this."

"Yeah," Ray agreed, "back in the day when we had almost nothing, our band was the only thing there to save us. Now thanks to our band, we have a family and we're probably living a lot better than we would have if we never had My Chemical Romance. Now that we've grown and matured, instead of relying on our band to save our life, we can go to our family."

"So are you saying that we should let our band go for good?" asked Frank.

"Not for good, but for now." Mikey said, being the awesome leader he is. "We gotta be good to our family and always be there for them."

I smiled proudly at these wonderful fathers and husbands standing before me and blinked out a couple of tears.

"I love you guys so much!" I croaked, while pulling Frank, Ray and Mikey into one great, big hug.

They all hugged back, silently sniffing. After a while of hugging, we pulled back, looking at each other's tear-drenched face. Then we burst out laughing—except for me. I snorted like a pig.

"Alright you fools," I choked, "go home to your beautiful wives and children. Go get laid." I joked.

We all laughed again.

"Kay, see ya later, gee!" Mikey said.

"Get well soon!" Frank exclaimed.

"Take care!" Ray finished.

Those three mighty men left the hospital with a lot of knowledge tonight. Not for anything, but I honestly felt so much brighter than I ever did before. Perhaps the kids of today didn't think so, but all of that didn't matter because we are the kids from yesterday.

5 days later…

Late the following evening since my arrival home from the hospital, I heard some rummaging and low, distorted music coming from my bedroom. I opened the door steadily and walked inside, finding my daughter Bandit going through an old brown box.

"Bandit! It's way past your—" and then I stopped when I realized what she was doing. She was rummaging through the box containing all my old My Chemical Romance albums, while listening to Na Na Na from Danger Days.

"Daddy, this stuff is good!"

Oh bless you child, bless you!

"Really?" I answered, full of excitement.

I sat down on the floor beside her.

"Yeah! I never heard this stuff before. I never knew my Daddy was so talented." she said, placing a very wet and slimy kiss on my cheek. I didn't bother wiping it.

I examined her fiddling through my album covers with full fascination. "Thank you, hunny. I love you so much."

Well, the rest of that evening was quite a wonderful one. Bandit and I bonded extremely well for the first time. I told her all my stories: dark ones, and happy ones. She really engaged into them and showed full appreciation.

Later that night, before going to bed, I wondered what on earth I was going to do about those toy guns I bought at the toy store, it seemed like so many years ago, and came to a conclusion. That toy company can continue selling those toy guns all they want. After all, it was only their color that was the same.