Music choice wasn't payed attention to during the writing of this, and if you feel this way, I am here or if it gets bad, find help. There's plenty of people out there with open arms. Even if they're still going through things themselves.

I got to my car, Mikey hopping in next to me. I sighed and it roared to life. I tried to call Y/N, but she didn't answer. "Maybe she's taking a nap. She worked late hours last night." I nodded, remembering the feeling of her crawling into bed at 4 this morning. I remember her kissing my head, thinking I was asleep.
   I start to drive away from the studio, Mikey plugging his phone in and playing Misfits softly through my speakers. I took the long way home, letting Y/N get more time to rest, because the moment I open the door, she'll wake up and try to make me food.
   I want Y/N to get rest, to sleep, but the route was getting closer to home.
Mikey unplugs his phone as he climbs out and I hand him the key. I follow a couple steps behind him as he unlocks the door. He's been staying with me lately while his wife was on a girls trip in Mexico.
   The door opened and no one came to tackle me. She must be out cold, which wasn't normal. Mikey went to go take shower, and I sat on the breakfast bar and contemplated what else to put on the new album.
   We had just finished our fifth song for the Black Parade, but now I'm stumped. I haven't been able to write for a couple days. Y/N hasn't been getting enough sleep, hasn't been able to eat, she's been working non stop.
   My phone buzzed and Frank was calling me. "What?"
"You okay man? How's the writing? I think I have a couple ideas."
  "Yeah I'm fine. It's terrible, and tell me them."

<Mikey's POV>
  I was worried for my brother. He wasn't doing so well with writing and has been stressed quite a bit. I went to my room and grabbed some extra clothes and a towel.
   I walked down the hall and saw the bathroom door was shut. "Hey, Gee that you?" No response.
  Then I heard Gerard talking on the phone.m in the kitchen. It was Y/N. "Sorry Y/N, just let me know when you're done." I heard a bang and some whimpers, some crying. "Are you okay? Hey, let me in." I turned the handle, it was unlocked surprisingly.
  "Y/N-" I stopped and dropped everything, including myself. She was on the floor, bleeding, crying, her hand full of-no...not her too. I started crying as I took her hand and took them into my hand. "You're not doing this to yourself, no." I looked down at them, my head throbbing as my eyes scanned over them. I saw them and everything flooded back. I steadied myself with one hand. I took the pills and different other meds in my hand and flushed them. She screamed.
  "Stop! No!" She collapsed on the floor, her hands in fists. I looked on the counter and saw she had all kinds of drugs and meds out. She was gonna-
  "What the hell is going on-Y/N!! Baby what happened?" He knelt down. She sat up and let him take her arms. He held her close. He looked at me and saw my face. He followed my gaze to the drugs and meds.
"God-she didn't"
"I stopped her. She almost did."
"Mikey, step away. Mikey get out of this bathroom." Gerard's voice dropped and he sounded serious.
   I couldn't move though. Y/N's sobs filled my head and memories of my addictions played. "Mikey! Get away from those." Everything just kind of stopped as I felt myself collapsed to the floor. Y/N tried to come over to me, but Gerard held her close to his body, tended her wounded arms. I wanted to so bad.
  I had never fully recovered from the addictions, never fully gave them up. Every time I saw them, the urge came back, making me want them, making me want all of them.
  Gerard set Y/N down and then helped me out. I got into the living room and a minute later, Y/N was sat next to me on the couch. She was looking at her wrapped arms. Tears were still mildly falling from her face.
Gerard came in. He wasn't mad, he wasn't upset, he was thinking. It had gotten to him too, he can just control it better.
  "You two, you need to stop whatever is going on in your head, because I can't help both of you, no matter how much I want to. You both are all I have, the only family left, so you two need to stop hiding things from me and tell me what is fucking wrong."
He sat on the floor, now clearly upset. Tears were falling down his face. Y/N crawled off of the couch and slowly made her way over to him. She hugged him lightly. But then she looked up at me and held an arm out. I crawled down and sat next to them. I sat next to her and we all sat on the floor embracing each other.

This one is short too, but my brain is sorta fried after the 'family' imagine. I'll keep trying to write and PLEASE if you have ANY suggestions please send them in. I don't bite, I love yo hear from people and what they want me to write. I'll write anything, even smut.
   Alright sorry for the short imagines, they'll be better soon.