THE BLACK PARADE.

Helena.

The girl from the HELENA music vid as Helena lol (sorry idk her name I'm too lazy to research. :/)

Billie Joe Armstrong as St. Jimmy.

😊😊😊

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Four walls?

Was it four walls or something else?

She felt locked up. Crammed into one small space, like pickles in a jar. She felt a confusing sensation inside her- she never felt it before. She felt...

Dead.

At first, she didn't even know how that felt, mostly because she was never one. She can't even remember what being alive feels like anymore. She doesn't even know how long she's been dead. She's just dead. And she just... Knows.

It was odd. She tried thinking about other things other than the fact that she feels dead. But as soon as she did, it felt like her memories were automatically wiped, with only one memory, a quick one and even that was taken away shortly after she thought she saw a dark haired young man inside her mind. And that was it. Nothing was left but death. She closed her eyes, and it was quite confusing since she thought that at first her eyes were shut but after a moment she realized it was only dark.

That was the first thing she saw. Darkness. Nothing important, just nothingness, well darkness, but considering darkness as something is just stupid -Darkness is the absence of light, not something, it has no quantity and cannot be measured. As her eyes were shut, she dug inside her mind, desperate to remember something, anything. Just anything besides death.

Hell, she can't even remember her own name.

She started to cry. Her non beating heart clenched inside her chest, she didn't feel pain, but she was sad, and it was complicated because sadness just felt like... like...

like nothing.

She cried harder, her tears flowing down to the sides of her eyes, because she doesn't know what sadness felt like. She was dead. It felt nothing.

But she continued, in no attempt to gain anything. It felt like if she didn't cry, she'll die which is ironic because she knows she's already dead. She would've laughed at that, she knew she would've, but nothing triggered happiness inside her. It was like being a vegetable but you can cry and move and that's just fucking ridiculous. She wanted to laugh. But she can't even remember how to do it.

All she remembers is crying.

It felt like hours. Hours and hours of crying, she was surprised it wasn't a pool inside where she's locked in. Wait, I'm locked in? She asked herself, and just then she moved her arms in attempt to reach for something, before she could even move an inch, her hands already banged on something. Wood.

She closed her hands and started knocking.

"Hello?"