Come With Me To The Black Parade

Chapter One - To See A Marching Band

 This literally took me all day to write so I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter One: To See A Marching Band

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'Won't explain or say I'm sorry,

I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar,

Give a cheer for all the broken,'

I listened intently to the words of the song. I've never heard this song before but the tone and lyrics caught my attention right off the bat. "Dad, slow down." I muttered as he sped the car at a high speed. He usually speeds when he's drunk or in a hurry and I never really cared but the traffic is slowling down and it seemed like he kept speeding up.

'Listen here, because it's only,

I'm just a man, I'm not  a hero,

Just a boy who wanna sing his song,' 

The traffic light turned yellow and the cars started to slow down but my dad didn't even release his foot from the gas petal. "Dad!" I shrieked but it was too late. He tried slamming on the break his hardest but it had no use for we crashed into the car in front of us.

'Just a man, I'm not a hero,

I don't care,

We'll carry on, we'll carry on,' 

My body was thrown against the seat belt which locked across my body and held me securely to my seat but caused a throb in my chest. The air bag went off and my nose burned with toxins. I covered my face with the seat belt. Before I could register what was going on, a jolt came from the back of the car. Glass and metal spiraled next to me and cut through my skin. My seat pushed forwards and the airbag deflated as my body was pressed against the dismantle dashboard.

"Dad?" I choked through the pain and looked over wearily. His seat was empty when I realized his seat belt was never intact. My throat tightened with pain and worry as I looked around for him, then I saw him. His body was wedged between our car and the persons we ran into car. I would have cried but the pain was restricting me. There was no way he survived it, I knew instantly; he was dead.

'And though you're dead and gone, believe me, 

Your memory will carry on, you'll carry on,

And though you are broken and defeated,' 

My whole body is searing with pain, every movement I made caused a new twist of pain to abrupt. I clenched my teeth together to the point where they might have broke at any second. My mind spun and I could feel warm tickles of blood running down most parts of my body, I could even taste copper in my mouth. He's gone. My father is gone. I have no one left now, I'm alone in this cruel world.

'Your weary widow marches on.' 

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*Three years later*

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"This is all your fault! It's your fault that my big brother is gone and I got stuck with you! Why can't you just die already!" My aunt screamed as she repeatedly hit me in my chest and my face. Blood was gushing out of my nose and trickling down my lips.