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Mikey/'Bill's POV
'Bill' smiled and raised his fist, "You know you can't beat me Mikey. It's not in your nature to be violent. Why not just give up now and not have to die?"
I continued to stand still, not moving at all, "No, you're going to be gone in the next, oh say, 5 minutes, so you might as well pack your bags."
"Oh no Mikey. Just wait until we start."
He swung and I ducked, not sure what to do. I'd never been an actual fight where I had to fight back. I straightened up and saw 'Bill's fist flying at me again and this time, I didn't have time to duck and was hit in the stomach. I fell over, holding my middle in pain. It felt like 8th grade again, being beaten up for who I really am.
And suddenly, the anger bubbled up inside me. I was going to let some mind trick beat men in my own mind. 'Bill' told me everyday when he was with me, to not fight back and just let the hit me, that he would be there to help me back up when it was over. And he never did. He killed Amber and an innocent girl, he deserves to be hurt. Very much so.
I stood back up, ignoring the rumbling pain in my stomach and walked over to 'Bill', who was laughing, "Are you ready to actually fight now, Mikey?"
He threw his head back and laughed and I took my chance. I pulled my fist back and pushed it forward. It hit the right cheek and he stepped back, shaken that I hit him, "Oh Mikey, you shouldn't have done that."
He lunged at me and I ducked, throwing my fist up into his stomach and kicking his face, throwing over my head. He crumpled to the floor and tried standing, "Mikey? What happened to us? I thought we were best friends."
I stood over him and looked down at him and I could tell he was at the end of his line, "That was the past. Now, you're nothing to me or anyone else. You're at your end 'Bill'. So long."
He put up his hands in protest, but it was too late. I had already kicked my foot out and struck his head, making him burst into a thousand quarters for some reason. When he did, my mind became white and I woke up in a cold sweat. Shooting up, I saw Gerard, Frank, Chanya, Ray, Ciarra, and Eli all around me. I looked down and saw that I was lying on the couch at home.
I looked back up at Gerard, "Gerard? Am I really home?"
He took my hand, "Are you okay? Is it finally over?"
I smiled and started to tear, "Yeah Gerard. It's finally over. But, I'm not okay."
And I started to cry. Gerard pulled me into a hug and the others piled around me, stretching their arms to cover me. We were quiet like that for a few minutes, taking in the death of my mind. And Amber. Oh god.
When I finally stopped crying, they all sat back and I wiped my eyes a little, "Can you get me Amber's notebook and my pen please Ciarra?"
She nodded and ran up the stairs, coming down just as fast and handed me the notebook. I flipped through the pages, remembering when Amber wrote all those songs, taking in her 'kinda neat, yet sloppy' hand writing. I flipped to the last song she wrote, 'Drowning Lessons' and wiped my eyes trying to keep from crying again. I turned the page and started writing, the others crowding around to see my words,
"When I was,
A young boy,
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."
When I was,
A young boy
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the street
And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on, We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
Until my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
You're misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on,
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Oh oh oh
The disappointed faces of your peers
Oh oh oh
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you’ll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this (part)
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, whose meant to sing this (song)
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you’ll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this (part)
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this (song)
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero)
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on."
I finished the last sentence and put down my pen down, feeling like she was there next to me, smiling, admiring what I wrote. I had a sudden thought and picked my pen back up scribbling the title and a small note under my name, "Welcome To The Black Parade by Mikey Way. In loving memory of Amber Mara."
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
I'm going to cry. The next chapter is the last. And then the sequel, but I'm still really sad
Amber (the author)
'Bill' smiled and raised his fist, "You know you can't beat me Mikey. It's not in your nature to be violent. Why not just give up now and not have to die?"
I continued to stand still, not moving at all, "No, you're going to be gone in the next, oh say, 5 minutes, so you might as well pack your bags."
"Oh no Mikey. Just wait until we start."
He swung and I ducked, not sure what to do. I'd never been an actual fight where I had to fight back. I straightened up and saw 'Bill's fist flying at me again and this time, I didn't have time to duck and was hit in the stomach. I fell over, holding my middle in pain. It felt like 8th grade again, being beaten up for who I really am.
And suddenly, the anger bubbled up inside me. I was going to let some mind trick beat men in my own mind. 'Bill' told me everyday when he was with me, to not fight back and just let the hit me, that he would be there to help me back up when it was over. And he never did. He killed Amber and an innocent girl, he deserves to be hurt. Very much so.
I stood back up, ignoring the rumbling pain in my stomach and walked over to 'Bill', who was laughing, "Are you ready to actually fight now, Mikey?"
He threw his head back and laughed and I took my chance. I pulled my fist back and pushed it forward. It hit the right cheek and he stepped back, shaken that I hit him, "Oh Mikey, you shouldn't have done that."
He lunged at me and I ducked, throwing my fist up into his stomach and kicking his face, throwing over my head. He crumpled to the floor and tried standing, "Mikey? What happened to us? I thought we were best friends."
I stood over him and looked down at him and I could tell he was at the end of his line, "That was the past. Now, you're nothing to me or anyone else. You're at your end 'Bill'. So long."
He put up his hands in protest, but it was too late. I had already kicked my foot out and struck his head, making him burst into a thousand quarters for some reason. When he did, my mind became white and I woke up in a cold sweat. Shooting up, I saw Gerard, Frank, Chanya, Ray, Ciarra, and Eli all around me. I looked down and saw that I was lying on the couch at home.
I looked back up at Gerard, "Gerard? Am I really home?"
He took my hand, "Are you okay? Is it finally over?"
I smiled and started to tear, "Yeah Gerard. It's finally over. But, I'm not okay."
And I started to cry. Gerard pulled me into a hug and the others piled around me, stretching their arms to cover me. We were quiet like that for a few minutes, taking in the death of my mind. And Amber. Oh god.
When I finally stopped crying, they all sat back and I wiped my eyes a little, "Can you get me Amber's notebook and my pen please Ciarra?"
She nodded and ran up the stairs, coming down just as fast and handed me the notebook. I flipped through the pages, remembering when Amber wrote all those songs, taking in her 'kinda neat, yet sloppy' hand writing. I flipped to the last song she wrote, 'Drowning Lessons' and wiped my eyes trying to keep from crying again. I turned the page and started writing, the others crowding around to see my words,
"When I was,
A young boy,
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."
When I was,
A young boy
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the street
And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on, We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
Until my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
You're misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on,
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Oh oh oh
The disappointed faces of your peers
Oh oh oh
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you’ll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this (part)
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, whose meant to sing this (song)
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you’ll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this (part)
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this (song)
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero)
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on."
I finished the last sentence and put down my pen down, feeling like she was there next to me, smiling, admiring what I wrote. I had a sudden thought and picked my pen back up scribbling the title and a small note under my name, "Welcome To The Black Parade by Mikey Way. In loving memory of Amber Mara."
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
I'm going to cry. The next chapter is the last. And then the sequel, but I'm still really sad
Amber (the author)
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