I'm Not Okay, I Promise. |Second Part To 'Stay With Me'| Adopted By Frank Iero

SCREAM

---Ash---

I stood there as I waited for Frank to give me any hints of where we were going. He jumped up and grabbed his keys.

"Come on, just follow me" He said as he spun around walking down the stairs to the front door.

I quickly got up and followed him to the slick black car I had come to know.

"Can I atleast have a hint?" I asked Climbing into thr passenger seat.

"Nope." Frank replied quite amusingly. I sighed as I looked out the window the whole trip.

---Frank---

I had waited so long to take Ash here. I think they would really get a feel in the studio. After all, it's Ash we're talking about. Almost everything he says is poetic in some fucked up way.

I smiled as we took turn after turn. Eventually we reached the small brick building. I looked over at Ash, who was even more confused.

"Where are we?" He asked looking outside.

"The recording studio." I sighed with a smile.

"Why?" He asked not thinking anything of it.

"So you can write some stuff and make a song." I said getting out of the car.

"What?" Ash replied getting out of the car and quickly following behind me. We opened the door and headed down to our reserved studio. It wasn't much but it worked for me and the guys. There was a few song booths. The main amps spread out. Lastly there was a table with laptop still here for editing.

"Wow. This is cool." He said looking around.

I looked down as I grabbed my guitar.

"Let all that shit out Ash." I said, turning the light on in the small song booth. He looked at me and looked back at the booth.

He stood in as he pondered for a while. He put the headphones in as he sighed, closing his eyes shut.

There soon came a large growl, mixed with pain and screaming.

"He trying to hit me once more, I said no not no more." He said as a chorus.

Finally after a while he was done, he stood in the booth, he leaned close to the mic and whispered.

"I'm sorry. That you relate to this. I'm sorry. I never had the guts to speak up. I'm sorry I'm me." He whispered into the mic. I smiled a little as he walked out turning to me.

"How'd I do?" He asked sitting down at the table.

"Great, wanna try some riffs?" I asked looking down at my guitar.

"Sure!" He replied excited.

For the next three hours we sat strumming and editing until, it was done. This poetic wreck Ash had created was done, I couldn't be more proud. As a father and as a guitarist.

We closed shop for the night as we walked back to the car, near sun set.

"So, can I send it to Gee?" I asked looking down.

"You think it's that good?" He asked puzzled looking up at me.

"Yeah, let Gee listen to it." I said starting the car.

Ash smiled as he stared out the window.

"Is it hard screaming with the binder on?" I asked. Looking over at him, his hair was a wreck in his face.

"Yeah, sometimes." He replied looking over and grabbing something out of his pocket. It was a new pack of cigarettes.

"I thought you quite." I said sadly.

"I thought I did too." He said rolling down the window and bringing the lighter up to him.

"Do you wanna quit?" I asked looking over as smoke ran out the car.

"I don't know anymore." He said looking back at me. Taking a puff then exhaling slowly. It was at this point I could tell he wasn't doing it to be cool, he needed something to keep him stable. The lines of addiction had already started, I gulped it down slowly.

"Gimmie." I said holding my hand out towards him, he carefully placed it in between my fingers as I took a long drag then threw it out the window.

"What the f-" Ash started to say before I cut him off.

"I don't wanna hear it." I said sternly.

He just turned his head and looked out the window as the hair blew over him. It didn't take us too long to get home, but when we did we both saw a familiar car in our driveway. I sat puzzled. Why was Gee here?

We walked slowly in standing next to each other, all the lights still remained off. I turned them on too see all the guys rush up to ash.. he looked as stunned as I did.

"Happy first week of quitting." They all said hugging him still. He slowly turned to me, I nodded no indicating I had no idea.

We stood there puzzled for the remainder for those thirty seconds.

"I'm not sober." Ash finally spit out.