Never Coming Home

Before The War

I laughed as my dad chased me like he used to. I ran through the front door and past my smirking mother. Into the living room and jumped on the couch. I saw my dad come in panting and he re-adjusted his thick rimmed black glasses.
"I'm-Too-Old!" He gasped and collapsed into a chair.
I giggled and laid on my back staring at the white ceiling. My dad got up and went into the kitchen to get a drink. i got up and flipped my black hair behind my shoulders. i climbed the stairs two at a time and walked into my room. i laid on the black twin bed and turned my sterio onto Helena-My Chemical Romance. i closed my black lined eyes and tapped my foot to the beat. after a few minutes i got up and grabbed my drawing book. flipping to a blank page i grabbed a pencil and started doodling. i randomly drew the cover to The Black Parade. after a finished i got up and stripped off my black jeans black t-shirt and stud belt. i changed into some pajamas and crawled into bed after flicking off the light.