Don't Listen to Your Heart

The Black Parade - Part 2

[A/N: There you are a new chapter! Hope you guys like it. I shared some info about me in my profile board, just in case you were wondering about who I am.]

Also, I wrote a song for this book, you can find it at: soundcloud/priscillalynch/psycho

Enjoy!

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"I don't even have a dress. It would be a complete mess"

"Ma'am, if you decide to make me the happiest man on earth by saying yes, I will turn that mess you think it'll be in a wonderful unforgettable day"

"I have a dress you could use" a blonde girl suddenly says. I've only seen her a couple of times, it's nice of her making me borrow one of her dresses. Wait, am I really gonna do that? Marry James?

"Is that a yes?" James asks in a whisper, leaning in for a small yet wondeful kiss.

"Yes" I whisper against his lips,

"Yes?" he yells in excitement, his eyes wide open.

"Yes" I laugh as he quickly grabs me and picks me up, making me spin a couple of times.

I don't wanna sound predictable or anything but, boy, what can I do? I'm totally lost for this man. I'm emotionally screwed up, my heart feels like beating up again everytime he's around. Did I have to die to discover what love truly means? I've never really recieved all this love at once, it didn't even never touched me the thought of loving a man this deeply, getting this lost in his everyday little things. Everytime he touches me is just a party of sparks and fireworks, even more when he kisses me and when we have our intimacy moments.

I'm actually really scared of looking too frail and hooked on him. I keep on fighting with that feeling of melting down everytime he looks at me. I just wanna look strong, not letting myself go too much to him. I'm also afraid of screwing everything up, as I've never really had a lover. Or, at least, not like this. I don't believe in marriage, but everytime I look into his eyes I know I'm doing the right thing by marrying him. I'm not afraid of eternity anymore, if eternity means being with him.

"You're a lost cause" Tristan suddenly laughs, bringing me back to reality.

"Nervous?" Liz asks with a warm smile, I softly chuckle.

"Ahw, you're so hooked" he adds, causing me to loudly laugh as my cheeks start turning to red.

"Hey, but, uhm, what about the funeral?" I ask, as my thoughts run wild to my grandma.

"We can keep that private if you want. Your grandma can come to the wedding though" Liz suddenly says, like he could read my mind. I slightly smile and follow the blonde girl in the bathroom for putting my dress on.

I quickly slip into my shower box and switch the water handle up, as soon hot water starts pouring on my skin. Why does a wedding have to be this scary? I'm a strong girl, after all. I can easily handle blood, killing, tortures, horror, yet I'm frightened by a wedding. How stupid does that sound? Is it better that I didn't have to mentally prepare myself at the idea of getting married? Or is it even worse? Is it more stressful like this?

I wish I had a mother to calm me down at this point, telling me everything is gonna be okay. But that's not gonna happen. I've just only wanted to have a mother as a friend, someone who could give me advice and watch horror movies with me. Someone who could wipe my tears away and make me hot chocolate when it's cold outside. What I got instead was a careless mother, such a waste.