Gone with the thing you miss most. A memory, a person…sometimes a lifetime opportunity, but there can always be a way to fix it and pretend everything is all better. But nothing can ever be the same after what happened to the most impacting band anyone of any age has ever seen. After what happened to My Chemical Romance, nothing will ever be the same.

7:30 AM Newark, New Jersey

The light of the sun was watching over the people of New Jersey, while traffic built up in the streets in efforts to get to work. Life wasn’t always like this, counting the days until you take your life, or counting the days after the biggest death in any bands history. Life was never like this. At the apartment down the road from Bob’s house, slept peacefully Ray Toro and Frank Iero.

“Ray, you awake?” Frank questioned out loud to the sleeping lump beside him.

“Y-yeah bro. What’s wrong?” Ray looked up to see Frank sitting up and weeping in the bed next to him.

“I-I had a dream…a-a dream about-“ He paused for a second, gathering the strength for his last word. “Gerard”

Ray’s face screwed up in attempts not to cry and looked over at Frank sorrowfully and said, “Oh Frank. It’s alright! H-he’s in a better p-place now. Please don’t cry.” He went over and sat on Frank’s bed, looking down at his old batman covers. After every single suicide attempt Gerard made, he would drink. He would sit at the kitchen and drink himself stupid at 2:00 in the morning. And one day all the stress that built up after the last month, just exploded. He exploded in rage and tears and took his own life. After that horrific night at the Callbury hotel, the funeral was held. That one special person that was an idol for every teenager, every adult and every experienced drinker, was remembered. Every single fan it must’ve been showed up at the local Catholic Church, the same one his parents were married in. Tears of sadness and pain were shared among everyone that day. A day no one will forget.

“I mean w-why did it have to happen t-to him?” Frank choked out. “It could have been me!”

“Don’t talk like that! Gerard wouldn’t want you thinking like that. No matter how hard this hurts frank, we need to stick it out-“

“For how long!” Frank yelled. “For how long will I have to stick this burden of pain out! I can’t live with this! I loved him!”

“We all loved him! Don’t think you were the only little fucker that cared! We all cared for him and it is just as hard for us as it is hard for you!” It was then that Ray noticed he was standing and yelling at poor Frank. It wasn’t his fault, it truly wasn’t. It was all of our faults. If we would have been there for him, he wouldn’t be gone. We should have taken charge and stopped his drinking habits.

Doesn’t it hurt that the more you think about something tragic, the more you can find was to prevent it?