Never coming home *Mikey Way*

Chapter title: One pillar at a time.

A hand stretched out to Meadow, a hand that was ghostly white and so pale that the bones and veins were visible from the outside. The hands' long, bony fingers slithered around Meadow's wrist, but yet she didn't flinch nor did she feel frightened. She felt oddly calm. A body materialised beside her. The face smiled at Meadow, a soft and sweet smile. Much like her mother's. Lips went to Meadow's ear and entered a shallow breathe as soft as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. Suddenly, the lips let out a deafening scream, interrupting the tranquil silence that bathed Meadow's surroundings. Meadow quickly turned around to face the figure, but they had disappeared, all that remained was the blackness and the constant screaming that filled her eardrums. Soon enough, Meadow found herself screaming too, trying to drown out the foreign screaming. Hands on her ears, she resumed the fetal position and rocked on the floor, sobbing and begging silently for it to all stop.

The sobbing soon became a reality as she sat up bolt right in her bed, tears pouring down her face and onto the white bed sheets, creating watermarks the shape of stars. She heard a groan from the floor and looked over to see Brendon on the mattress by her bed; he had been asleep until moments ago. He groaned again, bringing his dark brown orbs to meet hers, "are you crying, Meadow?" He slurred, the effects of sleep were still evident.

"Yes," she mumbled into her sheets as she tried to dry her eyes.

"Why?" He asked, moving himself to sit next to Meadow, putting an arm around her in the process.

"I don't know; I think I had a nightmare. Something is wrong Brendon; something is very wrong. I just don't know what," Meadow sighed, "can you please pass me my phone?" She pointed towards her desk. He grabbed the phone and plopped it down onto Meadow's lap. She turned it on to see a flood of messages from Gerard Way.

From Gerard Way: Hey Meadow, just letting you know that we are on our way to the hospital - Mikey decided to have a shower with the portable heater on inside as well. Long story short, there was a small fire, and he sustained a couple of bad burns, but all should be well.

From Gerard Way: Mikey also says hi.

From Gerard Way: Turns out he has a third-degree burn on his hand, he might need surgery.

From Gerard Way: He's in surgery now getting a skin graph, should take around an hour or so.

Meadow stared at her phone in shock. "Brendon, Mikey is in hospital."

"I'm sorry what?" He gasped.

"Mikey Way is in hospital," she said again, this time getting up and moving to her cupboard.

"Is he okay? What happened?!"

Meadow sighed. "He put a portable heater in the bathroom with him, it caught on fire, and he got third-degree burns on his hand. At the moment he is in surgery getting a skin graph, and he should be out soon. So come on; let's go!" She slid a Green Day jumper over her head and ran to her grandmother's room. "Grandmother, you wouldn't believe it but- Grandmother? Are you okay?"

Meadow had walked into her grandmother clutching a photo frame and silently weeping. Grace looked up to her granddaughter, "yes, sweetie, I'm okay. What brings you here at seven in the morning? It's a school day." Grace smiled to mask her pain.

"Um, Mikey Way is in hospital, he burned his hand pretty badly. Can we go see him?" Meadow asked, dismissing her grandmother's crying as nothing of huge importance.

"What about school? Don't you have that biology test today?" Grace asked, standing up to walk over to her granddaughter.

"No, no that's tomorrow, not today. So can we go? He's out of surgery soon." Pestered Meadow.