Disclaimer: I don't know these people, and this stuff never happened. I don't own their music. I own 4 cds and a teeshirt. Don't sue me, I'm dirt poor.

Email: earthtothamorgue@aim.com

Chapter One

I Miss You So Far

Stella just hasn't been the same since Gerard died. She doesn't smile anymore unless she's listening to the tape of him singing. She made a huge scrapbook of pictures of them, and she made a little mannequin to look like him. She doesn't usually talk, and when she does, it's rather childish, like something a three year old would say. She talks just fine to the mannequin. And me.

Stella sat in her room attacking her notebook with pencils and markers. She was drawing him again. She often drew very morbid things too.

"Stella? You want some dinner sweetie?" I said to her in the baby voice with a Mickey Mouse plate filled with mushy food. She only responded to the baby voice now. She was getting worse.

"No. I don't want food Mikey." She pouted and went back to drawing. Lately they'd started looking more like a young child's pictures than an adult's drawings.

"Stella, I swear..." I shouted, but I softened when I saw her eyes water. She really was a child now. She couldn't dress herself, she didn't wear anything without a bunny on it, and she needed me to bathe her. I wanted so bad to take this all away, back to before the crash. I sat next to Stella and began to feed her with the Paddington Bear fork. It was squash, which she hated, and spinach souffle, which she begged for more of. At least she was eating. The first few days after Gerard died she wouldn't eat at all.

"Mikey, I'm tired. Can you put my jammies on?" She said cuddling with me. I helped her into the new pajamas we'd bought for her, the orange ones with little pink bunnies. The saleslady, Kristen I think, said they were excellent, and she was a girl who shopped at Hot Topic. It was surprising, but I guess every girl has her weaknesses. Stella played with her mannequin and I listened intently.

"Gerard, you promised we'd never be apart... I'm going insane without you. I wish that that I'd never had you at all, so I wouldn't miss you..." She looked out the window and saw a shooting star.

"Make a wish Stella." I whispered in her ear. She held my hand and closed her eyes. I wished along with her. I wish Stella were herself again...

Chapter Two

We'll Fly Home

I awoke to the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Mikey? It's good to hear from you my boy. I need to talk to you about Stella." Mr. Johnson was on the other end. I wondered what her crazy father wanted now.

"...Yes? What about her?"

"I'm afraid she's not going to be staying with you any longer. We're sending her to a facility designed for 'special' girls like her." "ARE YOU CALLING HER INSANE?" I screamed into the phone.

"No...It's just I think that Stella is a burden for you and the rest of the world. The men from Bella Muerte Home For The Insane are coming in a week, so prepare Stella for the move." I heard a click on the other line.

"FUCK!" I said a bit too loud. I heard Stella giggle. I sighed as he wagged her finger at me. THAT was the Stella I remember, with all her cute little jokes. I had to do something before I lost Stella. My Stella. I went into the kitchen and got her a sippy cup of pink lemonade. She took it into her room to drink while she played with her mannequin. I heard her scream and I ran to her as fast as I could.

"Mikey...He winked at me. HE WINKED AT ME." She said hysterically pointing at her mannequin. Only I realized this wasn't her mannequin. I saw that in the closet. It was Gerard. He looked just like he did the last time I saw him alive, only his wrist was caked with dried blood. He had his lovable smirk on his face as he stroked Stella's hair.

"Holy shit..." was all I could say. How the hell could my dead brother be in my house as plain as day?

"This is fucking incredible. Stella, go get the camera." I said. Stella took one look at Gerard and quietly whispered "No." Stella was right; nobody would believe this until they saw it. I heard a knock at the door and the familiar clonking of Frankie's shoes filled the house. I didn't say anything since Frankie knew where I usually was by now. Frankie ducked in and I pointed at Gerard.

"What the hell are you pointing at?" I was about to speak when I saw that Gerard was no longer there. "Uhm, nothing. I think I need a drink"

Chapter 3

Insanity

"Mikey, you were definitely pointing at something. What were you pointing at?" Frankie persisted. I shrugged it off. I noticed Stella's mannequin on the floor. But his wrist was caked with blood. Stella wouldn't have done that. She COULDN'T have done that. And Stella couldn't make him breathe either.

"It's nothing, really." I insisted. Frankie shrugged it off and went into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna hang with Frankie for a little, you ok with that?" I asked Stella as I followed after him.

"I'm fine. I have Ger, remember?" She said pointing to his body on the floor. I was still very uneasy, but I trusted my older brother. More importantly, I trusted my eyes.

Frankie and I grabbed a few beers out of the fridge.

"Wow, you look a little run down Mikey... I think you need to get more sleep. Want me to watch Stella for a week?" He asked. Anger and sadness filled my body. I guess Frankie didn't know yet.

"Frankie, this is my last week with Stella. Her parents are sending her off to Bella Muerte..." Frankie looked at me with wide eyes. He knew something.

"Mikey...that's where they said they were taking Gerard. I thought since "bella muerte" means beautiful death, they meant a funeral home or something. Does that mean he's alive?" I took a long sip of my Bud and led Frankie into Stella's room. Frankie saw Stella and Gerard sitting together. She was drawing and he was holding her close.

"Do you like it Gerard?" She said. He nodded. Why he didn't talk I don't know. Frankie just stared with his mouth agape.

"Holy shit...Mikey, get the fucking camera!" I swear that was an almost exact repeat of earlier. Both Stella and I gave him the "no way in hell" look. I knew I wasn't insane now. Gerard softly kissed Stella on the cheek and stood up.

"I have to go now Stella. I promise I'll be back." He said as he jumped out the window. Outside I noticed a little black car. On the side in red letters it read: Bella Muerte.

Chapter 4

(Gerard's POV)

I had made sure that Stella and Mikey knew I was alive. That was the most important thing. The Bella Muerte Project as it was called, was a way of ripping two perfectly happy people apart and convincing them the other had died. It was created to stop BAD relationships between "higher" beings aka assholes and "scum" aka everyone in the world who isn't a platinum blonde clone of the "popular" kids from high school. The people at the Bella Muerte Project, mainly Stella's parents, had analyzed our romance and said that it was "simply unfit" and that it needed to be "terminated", if terminated means playing God with my children, driving both me and my wife to attempt suicide, and then expecting us both to go on our merry way thinking the other hadn't survived. I am imprisoned in a small dark room as of now, with nothing but a picture of Stella and this diary. The small window in this room has Venetian blinds over it, giving me just enough light to write, but not enough to move. The window is my only means of escape; it's how I got to Stella in the first place. I didn't have much time to get back then though, her parents routinely came in to watch me. The next time I get out of here, I'm taking Stella away, as far away from Jersey we can get on a full tank of gas and a speed pass. I'm losing my sanity in here; I must have been cooped up in here for two days now, so I have four days to get Stella away from here. In the mean time until I know that Stella's parents are out for caviar and a long trip to the upper crust stores, I have to wait.

Chapter 5

We Could Take To The Highway

Stella stared out her window in anticipation of something as I stuffed a suitcase with her clothes. Frankie helped me get all of her personal possessions into a box, and soon the room left little sign that Stella had ever been there.

"Stella, we haven't seen him in four days. You can't keep waiting for him. We're leaving in five minutes." I said kissing her on the cheek. I loved Stella... and I knew that she'd never love me the way she loved Gerard.

Maybe if I tell her how I feel she'll turn around.

(Stella's POV)

Mikey had just kissed me. It was the most disgusting thing I'd ever experienced. I knew he loved me with all his heart, but I loved him in a different way, like a kid brother. Frankie sat by my side and stroked my hair.

"It's ok Stella, I know Gerard, and he'll come. I swear."

Five minutes passed way too fast. Mikey practically ripped my arms off to get me out the door. Even then I was kicking and screaming. I saw a little black car with red letters on it in front of the house. Mikey looked at the car with fury and flipped it off. He started pushing me into the van.

"Mikey stop it! Mikey, PLEASE!" I screamed as he nearly broke my arms to have his way. He was really angry at whoever was in the car, and me. I thought that it was going to be someone from Bella Muerte to take me away, but it was Gerard. He got out and looked at Mikey coldly. Mikey was really hurting me now. He pushed me down and began to lift up my skirt.

"Stella, I love you so much, you know that?" He said as my skirt slid off. My eyes were welling up. Gerard looked furious. Mikey then slid off my underwear and moved on to my shirt. Gerard grew closer and closer, and he grew more and more furious. I was down to only my bra now and Mikey unhooked it slowly. I was crying now. I felt Mikey grow closer and closer to me as he positioned himself. Gerard was absolutely ready to blow now as he tried to stop Mikey from raping me, but he was too late. I felt Mikey penetrate me. I take back saying the kiss was the worst thing that ever happened to me. This was the most totally agonizing pain I'd ever been in. Mikey stroked my cheek and spoke to me softly.

"Doesn't it feel good Stella? Doesn't it?" He penetrated me over and over again, making me bleed on the red carpet of the van. Gerard was trying as hard as he could to rip Mikey off of me, but Mikey held fast, causing me even more pain. He started at my belly button and LICKED me all the way up my chest. It was so disgusting I wanted to die. Gerard finally lost it and kicked Mikey in the ass as hard as he could, which sent him reeling to the ground. Then he kicked Mikey in the dick as hard as he could for every time he penetrated me. Mikey was in a shitload of pain by the time Gerard was done, but it could never ever take away the pain he put me through. Gerard grabbed a towel and cleaned me off before putting me into a fresh pair of pajamas from my luggage. He then lifted me gently into his car, and called the police.

Chapter Six

Your Life Will Never Be The Same

As I retold my whole shitty story to the police officers, one of them began to cry. He was a strong, tough type on the outside, but he seemed to be a softie on the inside. Stella was still in a lot of pain after what happened, and Mikey was holding his dick and moaning in agony. The police didn't press charges on me for possibly making Mikey infertile in defense of Stella, and the Bella Muerte Project was going to be shut down. Stella gave me the biggest hug since we'd found out she was pregnant.

"I love you Ger-Bear." Ger-Bear. She hadn't called me that in so long. She still hung close to me as we lugged her belongings back into the house. I saw the dummy of me in her closet was still there. Mikey must have wanted her to forget me. What a fucktard. We unpacked her things and I laid her down in bed. She winced in pain; Mikey had bruised her pretty badly. I kissed her on the forehead and lay next to her. "...I don't believe in faerytale romances anymore Stella..." I began. "But I do believe in happily ever after."