Bury Me And Fade To Black -MCR Love Story-

Two weeks later, as I lie on my couch, a knock came on the door. It was dark in my apartment (as it was nighttime, and my electricity shut off two days ago) and I had to pee really badly.

"What?" I groaned, opening the door to see the landlord glaring at me.

"Helena Johnson?" He asked curiously. I sighed.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, Helena. You haven't been paying your rent, so I'm afraid you've been evicted. We'll give you an hour to pack up your things and leave. I'm so sorry." The landlord informed me coldly. I wasn't surprised. I was expecting it. I'd already packed and everything.

I just grabbed what boxes I could carry, and a backpack on my back, and walked out of room 532, getting into the elevator. The menacing red of the numbers lit up again, and when it arrived at the lobby, I sighed. Koby (the mean doorman) smiled for once, because he knew I was leaving. Jose had been fired a week ago, and sent back to Mexico. That's when I decided there was nothing else keeping me here.

I stepped into the sunny day (ironically cheery) and got into the taxi, using the last of the money I'd been saving for when I knew I'd be kicked out. Just enough for some food or money.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asked me tiredly.

"Anywhere." I replied, leaning my head against the glass.

A week later, as I lie on a park bench, I felt a drop of rain on my nose.

"No." I said, jolting up. It can't rain now. Not when I have nowhere to go. Ugh.

But rain it did. The water trickled down my now-dirty, smelly clothes and hair, washing them. I kind of smiled. The feeling of rain running down my face reminded me of that day at Funworld. Then the rain tainted with the dirt on my face suddenly mixed with salty tears. The memories flooded back to me, my head suddenly hurting. I swear I could even hear the song "Helena" playing softly. I smiled, swaying along with the music. When it ended I frowned, wishing I could press the 'replay' button.

"YEAH, how was that, LA?" I heard Gerard scream, and I turned towards the sound, seeing lights flashing in the distance, and the flare of fire. Fire? That sounded like something... were they...? Suddenly Ray's voice popped up in my head.

"Whenever we're in LA, it always RAINS." I grinned.

"They're here!" I screamed into the rain, standing up and dancing.

"Who, us?" I heard, and I spun around, looking at the people who interrupted my happy dancing.

"Wh-wh-what are you guys doing here? The concert?!" I peered at Ray and Frank curiously, and they both laughed.

"Gerard's good at what he does." Was all they had to say for me to get it. Replacing people. Ah.

"So, what are you guys doing here?" I inquired, and Ray grinned.

"We heard you had a situation." Frank explained, and I ran up and hugged them.

"Let's get you a shower first, huh?" Ray joked, and I laughed, nodding.

They walked me to the bus, where I took a shower, savoring the soap. Soap. Oh, how I missed you. I walked out of the bathroom after taking a lovely shower.

"You took long enough." Frank laughed, and I shrugged. I had the right.

"All right. Now, what are we going to do? Bob still probably hates my guts, right?" I asked bitterly.

"Umm.... yeah. Pretty much. Well, Frank and I talked about this, and we've decided... don't freak out, okay?... Um, can you stay in the luggage compartment?" Ray suggested hopefully.

"Sure." I shrugged, getting out of the bus and opening the compartment door, climbing inside, sitting on a suitcase.

"Okay, well, we got you some food. We're going to San Francisco next, and we'll probably stop at a rest stop somewhere around there. We'll give you some cash to get a candy bar or a soda or something. For now, here. It was leftovers in the fridge." Frank handed me a sandwich. I took it out of its Ziploc bag, and I bit into the sandwich hungrily. Mmmm.... sausage.

"Well, see you later, Helena." Ray smiled at me, and I smiled back, hugging them again.

"We'll be back later." Frank promised and I nodded, forming a crevasse for myself in the suitcases. The door shut and I was surrounded by darkness. I wonder how long it's going to be until I see the light again? I sighed.

The ride was very uncomfortable, and really bumpy. I ate the sandwich quickly, and for a few of the bumps, I was sure that I was about to see it again. But I was definitely unprepared for the flat tire.

The bus jerked to a stop, the tire hissing as air rushed out of it. I flew off the suitcase I was perched on, and hit the wall opposite me.

"Ow! Motherfucker!" I screeched, and covered my mouth. Uh-oh. I really hope they didn't hear that. Crap. Luckily, nothing was heard as I scrambled on top of another suitcase, feeling around with my hands, because I couldn't see.

After about 5 minutes of being completely silent, hearing people talking and joking above me. I was blinded as light flooded the dark space around me. As my eyes came to, I saw a skinny silhouette standing in front of me, a confused expression on its face.

"Helena? What?" He exclaimed, gaping at me.

"Uh... hi, Mikesters." I smiled innocently.

"What are you doing... in the luggage compartment?" He let out a nervous laugh, and I rubbed the back of my neck, simpering foolishly.

"Funny story... but... uh..." I found myself unable to mutter anything more than that.

"Missed you." He said, rocking back and forth awkwardly.

"Come 'ere." I crawled over to where Mikey stood, and I hugged him.

Things went on pretty well for a week or so. Mikey, Ray, and Frank periodically sneaking down to visit me or bring food and such.

It was a day such as this when the familiar light flooded my hungry eyes, and a silhouette blocked a portion of it.

"Hi!" I called out, almost instinctively, wondering whether it was Ray, Frank, or Mikey. It didn't have a 'fro, it wasn't short.... so... it must be Mikey.

"So, bring me anything, Mikey? Eh? Eh?" I laughed.

"What... the hell... are you doing here?" A familiar voice laced with venom inquired.

"Bob." Was all I could manage, eyes wide. Oh, no. Oh, no. I gulped.

"What are you doing here?" He repeated, glaring at me. His blue eyes an even more piercing blue, as they do when he's angry.

"I-I-I... uh..." I stammered, and Bob let out an incredulous laugh.

"I can't believe this." He said, and smiled.

"Come here and give me a hug." He said, opening his arms welcomingly. Oh. Hm. I crawled out of the compartment, stretching my legs, and hugged him, smelling toothpaste. Bob smell. Yay.

"Whore." He said, and flung me out onto the pavement. We were parked at a rest stop, and I sat on the concrete, looking up at him sadly.

"And stay out." He grumbled, and I nodded, eyes brimming with tears.

"Bob, you know that I--" I began, but he cut me off with,

"No, Helena. Don't." He shook his head, looking at me with pity, and walked into the bus, closing the door behind him. I stood up, the pitying look Bob left me with burning into my mind.

I ran, and ran, into the girl's bathroom. I sat on the counter where the sinks were. It was wet, but I didn't care. I cried and cried, wondering where I would go now. What I didn't know was that Mikey had observed that whole scene, and had snuck off the bus, into the forest area behind the rest station.

At least they recognized he was gone.

"Where the hell is Mikey?" Ray asked, and everyone looked about, confused.

"Oh, yeah. Where IS he?" Bob asked, looking around for him.

"He's, uh... he's not here." Gerard confirmed.

"TURN THE BUS AROUND!" Frank shouted to the bus driver, who sighed, and turned around (illegally, might I add). Back to the rest station.

They arrived there, and I was walking out of the bathroom, wiping at my eyes furiously, sniffling. I glanced up, and the bus was still there, Frank staring at me through the window. I let out a small scream and flew back into the bathroom.

"GIVE ME BACK MY IPOD, FUCKER!" Bob screamed, and Frank stuck out his tongue.

"Gotta catch me first, Bobby-boy!" He teased. It might seem like mindless joking to you, but Frank had an idea.

"GIMME!" Bob whined, running after Frank, who jumped out of the bus door, racing through the parking lot.

"Na na na na na!" Frank said in a singsong tone, which made Bob even angrier.

"What are you going to do to my iPod?! Give me my iPod, you bitch!" Bob shouted, fuming, and Frank just giggled, bursting into the bathroom. He placed the iPod on the counter near me, and I looked at him curiously. He winked, and ran back out, as quickly as he had came. A few seconds later, Bob rushed in, still screaming about how he's going to kill Frank. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, leaning against the bathroom wall, eyes red with tears. He glared.

"Hey." I said calmly, picking up his iPod.

"Hi." He looked a little confused, taking his iPod, inspecting it for any damage caused by Frank or me.

"Hey, Helena, have you by any chance seen Mikey?" Bob asked hopefully, waiting impatiently until he could leave.

"Well, no. Isn't he supposed to be with you?" I laughed, and Bob shook his head worriedly.

"No... I think he might've went looking for you or something." Bob suggested, and I shrugged.

"I think he might have." I nodded, and I was suddenly filled with an insane worry. Mikey was out there on his own.

"Let's go." I said, grabbing Bob's hand and dragging him out of the bathroom and into the forestry.

"But--" He tried to protest.

"No. Bob. Don't." I laughed, and he rolled his eyes, walking deeper and deeper into the forest with me.