THE BLACK PARADE.

Cancer

happy new year motherfuckers

"Ah, I see your awake, Mr. Way."A syrupy voice boomed from the darkness.
I didn't respond, just squinted my eye in hopes of seeing the same figure I saw a moment ago. Unfortunately, it wasn't, instead it was a tall blonde man in a lab coat.
"Did you see him?" I croaked out.
He arched a brow. "See who, Mr Way?"
"The boy. He just came in here earlier."
"Yeah? Well, unfortunately I did not encounter such boy. You're the only one in this side of the hospital, Mr Way."
Wait. What the hell?
"This side of the hospital? Which hospital am I even in? How did I get here?"
"I'm afraid I was ordered not to tell you, mr way, now if you must follow me, sir.."
"No."
"Well that can be arranged, sir."
Before I even knew it, he took out something from his pocket and swiftly collided it with my skin, then I blacked out. Again.
Fucking hell.

I woke up in another room, this one more sinister than the other. Its walls could actually be possibly crumbling from the inside. It appears to have a wallpaper back then, but now it's just tattered, showing old rotting wood underneathe.

Eventually, two men in nurse scrubs entered the room and before I could reiterate whatever I had in mind, they pulled me out of the room and into the halls.
The outside halls took me by surprise, it was all white and clean. Even shiny. The illumination was bright and I had to squint for my eyes to adjust. The two men didn't speak. They had masks on, both intimidating. One had red hair and one had short brown hair with a red beanie on his head. Their gaze went straight into another double door, which not surprisingly they opened then they wheeled me in.

That's when they took the straps out of me,
"Get up now, gently." The man in the red beanie said, his voice sounded young. Like my age, it still had cracks and was not deep at all. I obliged and quickly took in the room. There were four other boys in hospital beds but one definitely caught my eye.

It was the boy in my room earlier. It was him...but at the same time it wasn't him. No, this boy looked utterly fine. He had the same face but not the eyes, his eyes earlier was tired, so done, so completely scared. These pair of eyes were completely different. These pair of eyes were hazel and clear and beautiful.

Okay, what the fuck Gerard. That was such a straight thing to say.

"Whatcha looking at?" Three words directed at me made me realize I'd been staring.

"Nothing." I quietly muttered as I looked away. He raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows and looked at me weirdly.
"Mhm. Fuckin weirdo.."he said, raising his gloved hand and started chewing on his thumbnail.
WHAT THE HELL? I WASNT THE ONE WHO CREEPED ON HIS ROOM AND LEFT WITHOUT A WORD WHOS THE FUCKIN WEIRDO BETWEEN US???
"Seriously?"
"What do you mean "seriously"??" He retorted.
"You can refrain from being an asshole since you're the one one who creeped into my room earlier! Plus, I wasn't staring.."
"What the fuck are you talking about? And you were totally staring, you shit."
"No. I just zoned out."
"Oh, stop lying, Princess."

I felt my cheeks burn in anger. I clenched my fists and turned away from him, deciding not to push the conversation further. I saw him roll his eyes from my peripheral vision when he realized I was not going to reply.
Suddenly, a man came in-a doctor, perhaps. I mean like he had a stethoscope around his neck so he must be.
Wow. You're such a fucking genius, Gerard.
"Alright boys. Well you do know why you're here.."he said.
I instantly spoke, "No actually, sir. I don't."
Everyone in the room looked at me.
The boy chuckled. I glared at him.
"Oh right," he laughed as he flipped the papers on his hand, "everyone, Gerard here has been diagnosed with short term memory loss due to a brain injury...
So please be nice to him."
"What?"I asked, completely confused.