The Black Parade

ABIGAIL'S P.O.V.

I walked to my apartment normally, I wasn't as vigilant as I should be, but, personally, I didn't give a damn today. I finally made it to the cheap flat, throwing my keys on the table and locking the creaking door. I sniffed back tears and threw on the new Morrissey single "Throwing My Arms Around Paris" I hadn't heard it yet, but it must be good.

I began to write my article, pretending that it was about anyone other than them, but I couldn't. Soon tears were streaming down my face, falling gracefully to the black keyboard, as I wrote about people I knew once upon a time. The song, beautiful, but it wasn't helping my mood at all.

In the absence of your touch
And in the absence of loved ones
I have decided,
I’m throwing my arms around all of Paris because only stone and steel accept my love
In the absence of your smiling face
I traveled all over the place
and I have decided I’m throwing my arms around all of Paris because only stone and steel accept my love
I’m throwing my arms around all of Paris because only stone and steel accept my love.

I’m throwing my arms around Paris because nobody wants my love
Nobody wants my love
Nobody needs my love
Nobody wants my love
Yes you made yourself plain
Yes you made yourself very plain

Just then, a knock came at my door, I groaned, since I was really starting to love this song, I got up to get it anyway, clearing my face of tears. I didn't bother to look through the peephole, my address wasn't listed anywhere, so the guys couldn't find me.

Oh, how wrong I was. Frank and the rest of my Chemical Romance, minus Gerard were staring at me. "We followed you." Mikey stated plainly.

"I see." With those words, I was dragged from my living quarters by four of the most brilliant boys I have ever met. "You are seeing him, whether you like it or not."

"You guys will just be dragged back to the Gray City and I'll be left here, it'll never change, so don't even try."

"They can't bring us back unless we tell someone about the city, and if we do, we will be killed by Mother War, so none of us are going back!" Frank stated confidently, I wasn't so sure, but is the mending of a heart not worth the risk of breaking it? I pondered this question until we made it to Gerard's door.

Bob pulled out a key, but Mikey shushed him, when he heard singing from behind the blue- painted door.

GERARD'S P.O.V.

I got home, taking a swig of shitty coffee, I began to wring out my frustration, I pulled out a guitar, tuned it quickly, and started to sing, not caring who heard my crappy guitar playing.

Would you stay, right here... "No," I said to myself, changing the position of my hands on the old guitar.

Well, you can hide a lot about yourself,
But honey, what're you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin,
But the past ain't through with you.

'Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.

Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I'm shocked at what you're capable of.
And if this is a coronation,
I ain't feeling the love.

'Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.

You'll never take me alive.
You'll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
'Cause I'm still here.
You'll never get me alive.
You'll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I'm still here.
You'll never take me alive.
You'll never get me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I'm still here.
You'll never get me.
(Get me!)
You'll never take me.
(Take me!)
You'll never get me alive.

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing
Your face 'round here.
And you're walking away, and I will drown in the fear.

I heard soft voices at the door to mine and Bob's apartment, I didn't care, and I continued to sing, this time, striking a chord that made me think of an entirely different song.

The world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Like I'm thinking of you.

I would say I'm sorry
But I really need to go.

I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.

Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of him?

You could say you're sorry
But I think you both should go
I just wanted you to know,

There's an aching in my heart
And there's a burden in my eyes.
I could get a new start
But I'd rather learn, not try.
I could find a new place
Maybe no one knows my name
But I think it's just the thing.
Oh are you happy now
Now that you got
What you came for
Are you
Are you happy now
Now that you got
What you came for
Are you happy now?
Now that you got what you came for
Are you happy
Now!
Are you happy now?
Now that you got what you came for.

I heard my door open quietly, slightly creaking on the ill-oiled hinges, "Yes."

And the sweet voices of an angel woke me up from nightmares that I had thought true, but were never to be fully realized.