Disclaimer: Don't own Gerard, My Chemical Romance or the song. So don't sue. Do own Emily, so don't steal! This is my first fan-fic, and was also a piece of English coursework for my G.C.S.E's (dunno what you'd call it in other countries, so just google it. And because it's a piece of coursework, it's quite heavy on description). Incidentally, it got an A*, so I hope you all like it.
E-mail: lord.spamulon@hotmail.co.uk

***

Welcome to Monroeville.

It is a small town, in the peaceful suburbs of New Jersey. Every house looks the same; clean, white walls, with a suitably large, neat garden for children to play in, surrounded by a small, white picket fence. In summer, the sprinklers come out and children smile and play happily amongst them. In winter, snow covers the streets and children smile and play happily in it. It is currently early autumn. The leaves have already turned into a blaze of oranges and golds, and were in the process of turning the drives into a collage of sunrise skies on earth. It is a picturesque town where the men are destined to get 9-5 jobs, and the women to become housewives, cleaning their domestic prison whilst looking after their children until the husbands arrive home. It is a community designed to raise children for the next generation, when they will take up their respective parent's roles. The schools are much in tune with what passes for the cliche, the high school a shining example. It is so clearly split into the 'jocks' and the 'nerds', the 'prom queens' and the 'nobodies', where if you weren't in the 'football' team, or didn't support them as a cheerleader, you were at the bottom of the pecking order. It is in this quiet suburbia our story unfold - one of compassionate love between two of the dregs of teenage society.

Today, the sun rose late over Monroeville.

Gerard heard the ringing, so answered his cell phone.

"Hello? Hey, Emily! Yeah, sure I'm free. Sure, I'll be over in a second. See you in a moment! Bye!"

Gerard is a teenage boy, in the senior years of High school. He is of average height, medium to long dark hair, with brown eyes. He is quite pale, quite skinny with little muscle. He has not had an easy life. Never one to conform to an accepted image, he spent the first lunch in High school sitting on his own, in an army jacket and horror film t-shirt. Quiet and introverted, he has few friends, those that he does have were friends since he was young. Separated from them when coming into High school, he quickly became a target for bullies. Not receiving any companionship, he just wished to be left alone, joining many school programmes, most notably an 'art club'. It is here he discovered an exceptional talent for art, giving him an outlet for his emotions, as well as giving the Jocks another reason to bully him. All this left him severely depressed, and has since suffered from anxiety attacks. Eventually he discovered music, and as he grew into it more, Gerard realised how much he needed it. It has since become his only lifeline, and his dream is to make it in a band, or to at least escape his past. With his mother having to work full-time as well as take care of the house, since his father abandoned them when he was young, he hadn't received much attention, giving the depression room to flourish, as well as making him slightly mentally unstable.

This has all changed since meeting Emily. After a chance encounter at a local concert, they fell in love and had since been inseparable. Emily is a petite girl, dyed black, short hair and olive eyes. Also pale and skinny, she has faced depression too. Her family is complete, yet she has an older brother who is always in some form of trouble, and baby twin sisters, resulting in Emily becoming the overlooked middle child. Also a senior at High school, she had no friends and lived by her iPod, making her one of the loners, ignored and uncared about. She is introverted and introspective, as well as a self-harmer and anorexic. Yet she is also optimistic, always looking for the good in situations and people. Often she is disappointed by the results, making her quite paranoid. She would have loving and open if anyone had given her the chance, which has been given by Gerard. She has also become more confident in general, and has stopped self-harming. All she dreams for is to have a happy, secure future which is somewhat at odds with Gerard's dreams for the life of music, but both are willing to compromise for each other, for their strongly burning blaze of love.

Gerard left his house without a word to his mother, who generally knew where he would be anyway. He looked at the monotonous rows of houses with disdain, before reaching Emily's. As he rang the bell, Emily burst out, all smiles and hugs:

"Hey Gerard, I've been missing you!" She said happily.

"I was only round yesterday..." Replied Gerard, dryly.

"Oh yeah. Ah well, shall we go to the Mall?"

Grabbing his arm, she lead on, without waiting for Gerard's reply. Unlike many of the teenage patrons of the Mall, Gerard and Emily only went there to check out the music in the record shop, and to get lattes at the Starbucks there. It was what they did, most days now, as there was little other entertainment when there were no bands playing t the local venue.

When they arrived at the mall, it wasn't long until some guy from the High school yelled out: "Emo freaks!". As this was commonplace, they ignored it and continued on, hand in hand. When they were just outside Starbucks, a group of older 'rockers' came out, and called to Emily. Waving happily, she said hello. Gerard, noticing this, looked confused and worried. He was used to Emily having no friends, and whilst he wanted her to make some, didn't know how to deal with this turn of events. He also saw her face, and recognised it from when Gerard and Emily first met. The rest of the day carried on as usual, with this thought preying on his mind.

When he and Emily parted and made their own ways back home, he thought about those men and Emily. As his overactive imagination and depression mingled, he came to a conclusion that shocked him to his very core.

She's cheating... he thought.

He walked downstairs reached up to the back of his mother's cabinet, pulled something down into his pocket, and made his way into the night outside...

Emily was flicking through a music magazine on her bed, in late evening, listening to her iPod quietly, when she heard her door open.

"Yeah?" she said turning around. She saw Gerard standing there, but his expression wasn't one she recognised. He looked distressed, miserable and insane. His mind had broken at the conclusion he made.

"What's wrong, Gerard?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

"You're cheating..." he said, his voice faraway.

"What do you mean?!?"

"You're cheating, with those guys in Starbucks..."

"Them? They're just friends I made when I went to see that band that you couldn't go to. When you had all that homework?" She said, worried.

"You're lying," he said, and pulled out a handgun.

"Oh my God..." She whispered quietly, in horror.

"Your parents are out. And now, we will die together," He said softly, but it was not Gerard's voice. "We will die together. We'll be together, forever!"

"No, Gerard, please, I didn't cheat... you must believe me..." Emily said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I want to show you how much you mean to me. And there are a dozen reasons in this gun..." Gerard stated. He was beyond help now. The flame of love had been twisted.

"No Gerard, don't! we can work this out! I won't see them! Give us that chance, please!" Tears flowing freely, she cried.

"We will die together!" He was sobbing and smiling, as if happiness somehow beckoned through the trauma. His eyes were blank, stained. He put the gun to Emily's forehead. "And now, this distress will end!"

"No... Gerard... please, don't. I only want you. No one else," she pleaded, sobs wracking her body "I love you-"

The crack of the gun and Emily's last words echoed loudly in Gerard's head. From somewhere within, his mind snapped back into sanity. He dropped the gun. He looked down, and saw Emily's vacant eyes, tears and blood staining her face.

He fell to his knees with an expression of complete shock. Whispering to himself, so softly that it was nearly inaudible had anyone been around him, he croaked, to the recumbent body of Emily, "What have I done?"

That night, there were early sunsets over Monroeville.