Welcome to the Black Parade

Mark this Grave

A/N so um this is one of my more sadder stories. It even made me cry. So be prepared.  ~Trigger Warning~ Talk about suicide 

Ray stared at the granite grave; he traced the letters on it and let out a sigh sitting down on the ground right in front of it.

“Hello,” he started. “It’s been awhile. Okay, maybe not that long. It’s been like what, 5 days?” He ran his hand through his epic fro making it stick up even more than it usually does. “I miss you, fuck everyone does! Why’d you do it? Why did you have to fucking leave?” By this time he had tears streaking down his face.

“Why does anyone commit suicide? That’s not why I’m here though. I’m not here to yell at you for leaving. I’m just here to talk to you. Like old times. I needed someone to rant to, and we’re in Jersey for a short while. So I came here. Oh my god, I’m rambling but I don’t care.” He softly chuckled. “That who I am, so you’re probably used to it anyway lets go back on topic.”

“Let’s see,” he mumbled. “What has been new? I mean the band misses you; it’s not the same without you. No one can ever replace someone like you. Bert tries to but…it’s just not the same. My Chemical Romance isn’t the same. I don’t think we’ll be around much longer; it’s just so weird performing up there on stage without you…it’s empty.

“We still have your Black Parade jacket; we don’t let Bert wear it. We hang it up behind Bob when we play and before every concert there is a moment of silence. You can hear people in the crowd crying, it’s just so sad. And then we go into Welcome to the Black Parade, to remember you by. Let’s just say the whole crowd goes quiet and just stares at us. Kinda unnnerving, but you would have liked it.”

Ray stopped and stared at his hand, watching the clear tears splash on the ground turning dark.

“The band, we’re good. We’re getting somewhere. We’ve decided to write another album but we’re gonna put the last song you wrote in it, is that okay? We named it The Kids From Yesterday. Makes all of us cry, you are a fucking talented writer. Too bad you’ll never be able to write again.” Ray laughed dryly. “God that sounded horrible but anyway, Frank’s alright. He’s taking your death hard though I can hear him cry every night. None of us know how to comfort him like you do.
Bob he’s good. Trying to keep the band going, with his jokes. He’s doing a good job I guess. I mean we’re all still here right?

I-I’m getting there. I miss you a hell of a lot. But doesn’t everyone? But enough about me, I want to talk to you about Mikey.

He’s not good….he’s starting to drink. Saying it was all his fault and he should have tried harder. He misses you. So much. He stares at the picture of all five us you drew. He wont let it go, won’t let anyone touch it. If someone does he goes after them and attacks them until they give it back. He stopped showing emotions, granted he never showed much before, but now it’s worse. He doesn’t even crack a small smile at Bob’s stupid jokes, I’m worried about him. I’m so fucking worried that he’s going to join you. I couldn’t bear to loose him.” Ray blushed when he said that.

“I..ugh I just wanted to let you know that I..i’m slowly falling in love with him. I hate seeing him like this and I want to make him better. B-but he’s your younger brother and I just wanted to let you know.” He let in a shaky sob. “I love him a-and I want your permission to date him. To make him happy again.” Ray looked down and bit his lip. He felt a gust of wind and looked up and gasped.

There in the setting sun was a man. A man with platinum blonde hair and was in a black and silver marching band uniform. He had a smile and was nodding to Ray. Ray smiled knowing who it was and what it meant. He was telling him he could date his younger brother and make him happy again. As another gust of wind came back you could see the blonde haired man turn around and walk away joining other people that were dressed like him. He walked to the front and marched the group away and into the sunset. He had fulfilled his dream. He was leading The Black Parade.

If you looked down by the man’s grave you could see the same man with the epic fro smiling for the first time in months. Smiling because he had the chance of making the love his life happy. Happy once again.

And he was going to succeed.

A/N this one is a bit short. Sorry about that. So maybe comment so i know that you guys are liking this and voting.