Welcome to the Black Parade ((Short Story Based off of MCR

hi all it's cyanideapocalypse and this is my short story I wrote for LA class at school. hope you like it c:

Welcome to the Black Parade

I didn't expect it to end like this. I was supposed to live to be a wife and mother and have kids and be a grandparent but that dream was crushed. In the time span of a SECOND, my life ended. I was hoping it would be a bit more heroic or tragic, but no. I had to get hit by a car. A CAR. How lame is that? I didn't deserve to die. I was just trying to get home from school. Death was different than I thought it would be. I didn't see a bright shining light, but instead it was like I was falling into a black hole. I couldn't see... until I realized that something weird was going on.

I was in an empty city street. The street was all I could see, there appeared to be nothing beyond it. Everything was covered in a thin layer of grey ash, it looked like a fire happened nearby. Everything was deserted and there was absolutely no colour to be seen. Black, grey and white. Even the sky was a dark grey, and the rocks underneath my feet were black. I stood tall and looked around some more, trying to look into the nearby shops to see if there was any human life. Absolutely nothing showed up. Just ash and old shops. I sat back down onto the ashy ground and out my face in my hands. I was still wearing the same clothes as when I was hit by that car, but my bright red sneakers were coated in dust and ash. I was stuck and I didn't know what to do. I was alone in this dumb place with no one here and I didn't know how to get out.

That's where things got weird. I hear something in the distance, a song. It sounded like a faint piano ringing from way down the street. I look up to see a sea of black and grey slowly crawling down the street.

"A parade...?" I whisper to myself. This place was deserted but now there's just this giant parade or something? As the parade float moved closer and closer to me, I was getting increasingly more curious as to what it was and who was there. Maybe they could help me out of here...

"When I was

A young boy

My father

Took me into the city

To see a marching band"

The words drifted through the air, coming from the front of the float which was now about 20 meters away from me. There was 5 men on the float wearing black jackets with white lines and buttons across the front. They looked like they were dressed for a marching band which fit well with the song. The boy in the front didn't look much older than me, he was probably 19 or 20, and he had bright white hair cut short and high cheekbones and dark sunken eyes. He looked mysterious. The 2 other guys in the front beside the white haired guy looked like they were related to the frontman, and one was holding a white charred guitar and the other was holding a black bass guitar. The frontman's voice was deep and raspy, like cigarettes and coffee. I admired his voice as I stepped to the side of the street.

"He said son when

you grow up

will you be

the savior of the broken

the beaten and the damned"

The man continued to sing the song, guitars ringing and drums echoing through the empty street. This was some sort of band I guess. There were many other people walking slowly behind the giant float, wearing old gothic style clothing and gas masks. It was a truly strange sight. I thought the parade would go right past me but it stopped right beside me.

"Your memory will carry on..." He sang, finishing the song, the last guitar chord ringing through the air. The singer with thew white hair looked at me with a blank expression.