Saving the Black Parade 1

My 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 sleeves. It was almost like a magician's coat except for the sleeves, and it was much shorter too. Covering my arms were long black finger less gloves. Instead of my red skinny jeans I had a short black skirt on. It was like the skirts cheerleaders wear, but thankfully a few inches longer. As for shoes I still had boots, but they were suede, and came halfway up my calf with a similar look as my jacket.
I loved it, but I knew I didn't have the time to drool over it. I knew that I had died shortly after Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Flash Drive. They must be around here somewhere.
After a quick scan of my surroundings I saw a group of five people standing in a circle, talking I assumed. I figured it was probably them, and started to walk towards them.
When I was about ten feet away I definitely knew it was them. At first I wasn't sure because Party's hair was short and bleached white. Oddly enough so was Flash's, but it was the same short curly length as before. All of them were wearing their Black Parade uniforms. I remembered all of them from that weird flashback I had had.
The only new one to me was Flash Drive's. It was an average marching band jacket in all black, but striped with white at the waist. Then she wore black pants, almost like dress pants. It was plain, but it looked good on her.
None of them had noticed me right away, but now that I was only about five feet away Fun Ghoul saw me approaching. I quickly put a finger up signalling for him to keep quiet about my presence.
"Where's Bomb though? There's no way she could have made it. She went for you." Jet Star was saying. I didn't know what they were talking about, but knew it was about me mostly.
"I'm sorry." Flash Drive kept repeating over and over again between sobs. "Please forgive me."
By now I was right behind Kobra Kid, and no one had noticed me, or said anything about me yet. I was just waiting for the perfect time to reveal myself.
"We're dead. What other choice do we have?" Fun Ghoul proposed.
"None that I can think of." Party Poison sighed.
"I really don't like this place." Kobra Kid stated.
That was my cue.
"Why?!" I shouted right into his ear.
He jumped, and screamed in shock. I just chuckled.
"Oh my God." Party gasped. "We're in our old Black parade uniforms." He stated. I guess he hadn't noticed before. Unlike Fun Ghoul.
"Thank you captain obvious. Your hair's white too. So is Flash's." He pointed out in case anyone hadn't already seen.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Flash said a couple more times, as she continued to cry.
It seemed to me that they'd all just taken to ignoring her. For the moment I did too.
"I really like this outfit." I stated.
"How the hell do you seem so okay about being dead?" Kobra asked me. He was definitely a little terrified of this place, and couldn't understand how I was acting like I was.
"Haven't you read my poetry?" I asked him. It was so simple, but said so much more than any explanation would have.
"Good point."

To be continued...