Two week later

Gerard's POV

It has been two weeks since Jazmine's death, and we are still trying to cope. I havent seen her friends since that night and i dont really want to. I dont want to see anything that reminds me of her..but i need to express it somehow.

I got back into my old....habits if you must say. Anything to rid me of the pain. The loss. I even picked up new ones. I now get frequent nose bleeds and i can never think straight. Lindsey thinks i need help. She is worried. So is Bandit. Im not as...loving? If that is the word? I just havent shown interest in anything other than writing.

I died my hair white and i cut it. A sign of mourning. What helps is that Mikey, Ray and Frank drop by everyday. They are just as upset as i am. Today is different though.

"Gee, you need to get out of this! Jazz wouldnt have wanted you to be this way! Lets think of something other than drugs to help you cope! We are genuinly worried about you! Please?" Frank says

He is right....i cant do this to myself. I owe it to everyone i love and my fans to try. Maybe...

"Your right. Maybe we can do an album..for her. In her memory. I already wrote a new song."

"Really?" Mikey asks. "Sing it."

As i start to sing, the pain starts leaving. Just a little bit.
Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry

Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

I said yeah, yeah!
I said yeah, yeah!

C'mon C'mon C'mon I said
(Save me!) Get me the hell out of here
(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear
(You can't!) If you can hear me just walk away and
(Take me!) I look up and see tears in Ray's eyes. "What should we call the album?"

I look around and say, "I was tossing around somethings. Mikey, remember when dad took us to see that marching band at the parade?"

He nods and i continue, "Well, maybe, we can incorparate that and call it The Black Parade."

Frank nods, "I like it. Lets do this for Jazmine."

I smile for the first time in weeks at the sound of that. She maybe gone, but her memory will carry on.

Notes

This is the end...or is it?

see i used Welcome to the Black Parade lyrics? Also, the song is The End by My Chemical Romance.

I hope you enjoyed this story!