The Black Parade

Years

Hi, my name is Nick John Bruce. I have one brother named, Sean Keith Bruce. I'm the oldest brother. Yet, I've had this experience when I was a kid. Maybe about, when I was nine years old. That was thirty two years ago. I was born on April 9 1977. I've had dreams about this ever since. When I was nine, my dad and I would always, go to a parade. That parade was called, The Black Parade. We would always see, guys and girls in black uniforms. My dad said to me,
"Because, one day I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer. To join the black parade." I nodded at him.

I never knew what he meant at that point. Of course, I was nine. But, it should've made sense. Now, since I'm forty one years old. I understand, what he meant. When I was eleven he died. He died because, he was driving while, drinking and he crashed. He was headed to the hospital. Sadly, they couldn't save him. I love him since then. My mother, really never loved me. She always said,
"Son, I'm disappointed in you and I hope you go to hell." She always yelled at me for no apparent reason. I was only nine back than, but I knew what she meant.

I was devastated, that my dad died. Sean, wasn't born yet. He had no idea that this all happened. As shitty as it sounds, I say,
"Your memory will carry on." People don't really I understand. They thought, you're not mature yet. Oh, he's only nine he's only a child. Before, I would have always spoken these sentences.
"The world would never take my heart." This may sound sad but, you know it really isn't. Even if, I was going through a rough time. I never got to see The Black Parade. I was a little sad about that. Joining them, would be okay. At least, I got to fulfill my fathers wishes. The world, never takes anyone's heart. Just hell on top of hell, Rubbish even. It's not like I'm depressed, like my mom called me. I'm just not in the mood to do things anymore.
It's been years since, I've been going to that park where, my father and I went. Those past memories, I loved them. I wanted to see him one more time. I wanted to feel his touch one more time. It's sad, my mother didn't care and gave no fucks. She's a cold, cold woman. It's fine if she was disappointed in me. But, I wanted to let her know, she's a bitch for what she's done. She should've, never said, those horrible things. It makes everything worse. And if I could say, "Would you even turn to say I don't love you, Like I did, yesterday."