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Saving the Black Parade 1My eyes flickered open.
I was lying on a mattress that was covered in ash and dust. I could tell that I was really stiff, but didn't know exactly why. I lifted my head up anyway to get a look at my surroundings.
I gasped, as the memory came back to me.
It was me, sitting at my computer at home long before anything of Better Living happened. I was watching the music for Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance on Youtube. The thing was I wasn't in my own body. I was just seeing me watching the video like someone had video taped it, and I was watching me now.
My view of the bleak world I had awoken in returned with a flash. A realization hit me too.
I was in the Black Parade.
That also meant I had died.
It also meant that I probably had my very own Black Parade uniform.
I smiled at the thought, and got up to see if it was true. I looked down at my cloths, and happily didn't see my bright killjoy outfit. Instead I had on a long black marching band jacket that had very short slee
Mission Revenge 43 THE ENDWe all followed behind him as we started looking for where Korse might be. The sirens were still blaring, and lights flashed ahead of us. It wasn't stopping us though.
I wished that hall would go on forever, but it didn't, up ahead there was a lobby. On the other side of it another hallway. I imagined that was where we going next.
Without any warning a door at the end of that hall opened and a team of Dracs filed out.
I still had my ray gun in hand. I gripped it tighter, and the real battle began. We stormed into the lobby, and the Dracs did the same. All of us split up, and started picking off Dracs anyway we could.
I found myself behind a table that had toppled over in the chaos. I had a gun in either hand, and was shooting at a Drac that made its way into my sight.
I tried to keep an eye on everyone else too.
Party and Kobra were in the thick of things shooting at a circle of Dracs that was cornering them in. Jet and Fun were closer to the edges of the room, trying to help them out.
Mission Revenge 42Everyone immediately went into action. I threw my jacket on, and went to get my ray gun. Kobra Kid handed me a couple extras, and I placed them in the straps I sewed on the inside of my jacket. Once I had my mask hanging around my neck I was ready to go, and went out to the Trans Am.
I slid in between Jet and Fun in the back, while Kobra took shotgun, and Party got behind the wheel. without a word he started the car, and drove out there as fast as possible.
"Bomb, do you have any idea where she could have gone?" Party questioned my urgently.
"Wherever Korse is." I answered.
"This is going to be messy." He remarked.
"What's the plan?"
"Fill her in for me guys."
Jet turned to me, and started in on a plan they've had in the working for awhile now. We were going directly to main BL/ind headquarters, and straight up invading it. There were going to be lots of Dracs, and it was going to be risky. Right now we didn't have any choice but to go through with it though.
"You think that will work?
Stop breathing (let me go)i wanna forget
just leave it all behind
and fall into oblivion
i want to give up
just throw in the towel and go back to sleep
and never wake up
why does it matter
no one cares
im alone again in this empty house
the sun has set and at the end of the day
im still dead inside
the light has drained from everything around me
and im alone
i just want to give up i cant go on like this
nothing to live for
im falling fast with no hope of survival
breathing (in out in out)
but no air
im running on empty
no..i am empty
why am i empty
void of emotion and being
i just wanna leave (this world)
let me go
im destroyed cant you see that
no hope no redemption
ive fallen through the cracks with no hope of getting out
alive that is
why are you here
why do you care...why
just let me give up
just let me
let me fall into nothingness
a place stained red by my mistakes
even though i tried to take them back
it was to late (its always to late)
why do you want in
why do you wan
Secret starI guess this is me
shining in a place worse than hell
like a secret star
in a land of only darkness
invisible to the world forgotten
trampled and beaten by those who see
hated for who i am
a tiny star in a place of no redemption
in a lace of no light
i beg them to stop
but no one hears the cries of a beaten star
i want to be normal
it would save me some pain
but i cant change what i am and i am me
a secret star
shining bright for no one to see
and thats just how its gonna have to be
I need a doctori need a doctor
to take away the pain
i got a problem
i don't think i can solve
without heavy medication
the pounding in my head is drowning out your words
so all i hear is your blah blah blah
god you make no fucking sense
did i tame my meds today
i dont remember maybe i forgot my meds
or maybe they stopped working
i dont know
i dont care
just shut the fuck up and get me a doctor
cause i got a problem nobody can solve
so dope me up till i fade out
im not fixable but im restrainable
at least while the meds keep working
but soon not even those will work
i dont wanna lose control
but i never really was in control from the start
just get me a doctor
and if he cant fix me find a gunsmith
cause i got a problem
i can only solve
with heavy medication
or a bullet through my brain
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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