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Title: How to Save a Life.
Author: Maddi.
Rating: Pg- 13.
Genre: Drama.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN MCR JUST ONLY THE STORYLINE.

Author's Note: Why Why did I call this "How to Save a Life"? Will for starters after hearing that song by The Fray for more than one million times, I have begun to remember of an old story I started writting back in my 11th year of schooling. It had no title so I gave it the title of the song, picked back up on it, changed the characters around and transformed it into a brilliant one shot. Okay maybe it's not that brilliant but yeah. Anyhow. I hope you like. And I swear to God this story will make you cry. Or either that it'll probably make you want to kick me in the mouth and then force me to eat dirt plus worms. Gross. Yeah, you should all just be ashamed of yourselves. Just read it already.



I have always despised my older brother, Gerard.

He had everything I wanted. He could sing, he could dance, and he could even draw. Why couldn't I have what he had?

*Flashback Begins*

Mikey- age 6 | Gerard- age 9

"Give it back, Gerard! It's mine, I want to play wiff it!!," I screamed as I tugged on the firetruck.

Gerard tugged back, yelling "But I want a turn too, Mikey!!"

"I don't care!"

And WHAM! The firetruck had went smack into Gerard's face and mother came running in into the room that afternoon and scolded me, then wiped Gerard's face free of the blood that was dripping from his nose.As for me, I just ran off to the closet and locked myself in. I sweared to myself that I'd die alone no matter what.

No one would care.

*Flashback Ends*

Yeah, he always got pretty much what he wanted and from that day forward, I just grew more hate for him inside my heart. Not once did I ever stop to think of the nice things he's done for me. Not once.

*Flashback Begins*

Mikey- age 10 | Gerard- age 13

"It's okay Mikey. No one will make fun of you, just go out there and do your best.," Gerard said to me with a warm smile painted across my face.

It was my fifth grade play. I was more nervous than anything.

"B-b-but I can't.," I stuttered as I hid behind the curtain.

"Yes you can. I believe in you.," Gerard said as he hugged me.

*Flashback Ends*

I guess he wasn't exactly all that bad, he did have some good qualities in him, why did I ever want to hate him? My only brother. My only friend.

I sat in the waiting room, crying my heart out as I waited for one of the doctors to come in and tell us it was okay for us to go see him. Mom and dad just sat across from me. Mom was shaking, crying, dad tried to calm her down. I just stared at the floor with my hands crossed over my head. Praying to Godd to let him live.

*Flashback Begins*

Mikey- age 26 | Gerard- age 29

"Just lease let me have another.," Gerard begged as he tried to grab the bottle of liquior out of my hands.

"No Gerard, I promised to never let you touch this again and you promised to stop. For me.," I said as I kept pulling it out of his grasp.

He was already drunk as it was, I really didn't want him drinking anymore.

"Fine, whatever, I'm outta here.," Gerard said as he grabbed his coat and keys.

I sat down on the couch with the bottle at hand, staring at the wall.

"Whatever, Gerard."

*Flashback Ends*

I shouldn't have let him drink. I shouldn't have even let him leave the house drunk. It's all my fault he's in this critical state of condition. It's all my fault.

"Mr. and Mrs. Way, you may see him now.," the doctor announced.

"Is he going to be alirght?," I asked. "I'm not sure son, I'm just not sure. All I can say he's in a pretty bad state of shape. He'll be in a coma for sometime is really what all I can say.," the doctoer exclaimed.

I walked into the room where Gerard layed upon a bed in a white hospital gown. He looked as if he was just sleeping. I leaned in upon his chest, carefully listening in on to his breathing movements. He barley breathed. Slowly in and out. I couldn't even barely hear a heartbeat.

"Please don't die on me. I need you, I'm so sorry for whatever had happened between us in the past. Please forgive me Gerard, I love you brother, I really love you.," I cried as I held his hand close to me. At that very momentI could feel him squeeze my hand tightly. I took at as a sign that he had forgaven me. He forgave me.

The heart monitor started to make a fast beeping sounds and some docotrs had came in, pushing me away. That night, his heart stopped. He wasn't alive anymore.

But right before he died, he forgave me.

Another

contusion my funeral jag.

Here's

my resignation, I'll serve it in drag.

That is so sad! but it's beautiful... i loved it.

Aww, that so sad. But I loved it so!

crying
So sad,
but so good.
LOVE IT!!!

OH MY GOOD YOUUU KILLED HIM!!!! *cries in corner*