Close your eyes and imagine this;
"Mom, I'm gonna head out to get something to eat, mmk?" Y/D/N says.
You nod, and she takes the car and drives off.
While cleaning up the house, you find a small box pushed up against the darkest corner of your bedroom.
Opening it, you immediately find shirts that are beyond your current size, and they would probably fit a teenager. The print had a logo on it, and stretching it out, it read, 'My Chemical Romance'.
You also found a few other bands shirts, one with the same slogan, some with people on them, then you finally found some other things, like necklaces, bracelets, belts and gloves.
Upon looking at these, you find a note. It read;
'Keep these hidden- too valuable to loose.'
You didn't understand. Why were they valuable? All they were are shirts and merchandize.
Then it hit you.
Your teenage years came running back at you like being hit by a train- painful but one of the greatest moments of your life.
Without those bands you loved, you would have never matured as a person, you would never be here. They helped you through thick or thin, guided you through the dark and filthy tunnels of life.
You never did take them for granted.
Bands with endless albums, continuous songs that seemed to go on forever, seemingly so infinite at the source.
But everything has an ending. There's always one last album, one last song, one last concert, one last paragraph. One last note.
They supported you in the hardest times in life, so you should help them, support them on whatever they do.
Sadly, there is always the end of the road. Always the end of the celebrity that you loved, the life that gave you meaning. Next thing you know, they stop posting things on their social media, only to make you find out the hard way that they're gone.
Gone.
The word stayed in your head and stuck there, making you remember every little bit of torture it was for you to find out that dreadful night- you felt like your gut was turned and torn slowly out of your body.
You realized that you couldn't be the cheerful teenager you used to be. You didn't have the time to fangirl over bands, the time to refresh Tumblr all day or look over social media. You have a family, another life to take care of.
And without the bands that you loved, you would never have been here.
But you smile, and remember the good old days of when you were a teenager.
Sobbing quietly, you let the tears stream freely down your cheeks, through your smile and onto your hands.
