Why?
Ch1
"NOOO!!!" I screamed as I read the news. "Why?! I never got to see them live! I still have to meet them!" I began to sob as i reread the note that said My Chemical Romance was done.
"What are you screaming abo- What's wrong Sky? Why are you crying?" My mother rushed to my side and began rubbing my back.
"My Chemical Romance broke up mom!" I continued to sob on my mom's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry baby. I know they mean the world to you. When did they break up?" She kept rubbing my back.
"Today! A few days before my damn birthday!" I sobbed harder at the thought. I was going to be sixteen on the thirtieth and My Chem was breaking up. I sobbed for a good hour before stopping. I felt so tired and dead.
"Here, I'll take you too your room." My mom picked me up and carried me all the way to my room. She set me on the bed and tucked me in. I know this sounds childish, but she knows what My Chem's done for me and that them breaking up is a really hard hit for me.
"Good night Sky. I love you so much." She kissed me on the head and left. As soon as she turned off the light I was out.
*Time lapse*
I felt like shit when I woke up. I sat up in my bed and began rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I pushed myself off of the bed and headed for the kitchen. I almost ran into a few walls on the way. I grabbed a bowl and was about to pour cereal into it when I realized the bowl was dirty. Man, I am tired. I found a clean bowl and poured my cereal. I headed to the table and sat down. I started eating and felt a little more awake. Suddenly, it hit me. I remembered everything. My Chemical Romance broke up. I stopped eating and dropped my spoon in the bowl. How am I going to get through the rest of the school year? I won't want to do anything but sulk. I have projects that are going to be due soon and exams are coming up. What am I gon-
"Hey Sky. How are you doing?" My mom walked into the kitchen, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"I was fine, but then I remembered the break up." I looked down into my bowl of cereal.
"I'm sorry Sky. I'm sure you'll get over it one day. It'll just take time. Trust me." My mom smiled at me and I gave back a weak smile. Maybe she's right. Maybe, just maybe, their songs could help me cope with the break up. I just need to listen to the right songs...
*Six Years Later*
"Good morning Sky! You're here early!" My friend and cubicle neighbor Jan spoke happily.
"I know! I felt great so I decided to come a little earlier. I just have this feeling that today is going to be a great day!" I sat my coffee down and took a seat in my chair. "I just may get some of my work done on time and not have to stay late." I gave Jan a smile and began working on tax files.
*Time lapse*
I looked at the time on my computer screen. It read 12:45P.M. Lunch time.
"Hey Jan! Wanna go grab some lunch with me?" I looked into her cubicle watching her work on tax files.
"Sure! Just let me grab a couple things." Jan took some papers and was next to me like that. We headed out of the office and to the Starbucks across the street. We ordered a quick lunch and talked about work for a little bit. When we were done, we headed back into the office.
"I have about two hours worth of tax files left. How about you Sky?"
"I have about an hour of tax files left." Jan gave me a nod and we went back to work. I was almost done with one of the tax files when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to a man in all white.
"They're back. Go outside and see for yourself." That was all he said before going to another cubicle. I stood up and saw lots of people in the office wearing all white saying the same thing. My curiosity got the best of me and I went outside. When I got out there, it looked as if the whole town was in the streets. We stood there for a minute before we all heard a sound. The sound then became music. And the music became a song. A song that I knew.
"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
Would you be the saviour 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."
I began running to where the music was coming from. Other people that knew the song and who was singing it ran as well. I was one of the few that made it to the front of the stage. And I saw them. Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro, and even Bob Bryar. They were all together again. They were doing Welcom To The Black Parade. I began singing along with the crowd of people as Gerard began singing again.
"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
Would you be the saviour 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 streets
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
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let's 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
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
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 wanna 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
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 wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on)
Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on)
Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry on)
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)."
I was crying tears of joy because they were back. I was so happy, and I finally got to see them live.
"Why are you crying?" I felt a hand on my shoulder as a male spoke to me. I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on the person in front of me. It was Gerard Way. Gerard Fucking Way was talking to me and had his hand was on my shoulder!
"I-I was crying because I'm happy. You guys are back! And I've always wanted to see you guys live and meet you." I couldn't stop smiling at Gerard.
"Well, come up here and meet the others. Since you're the only one crying, you must have a story behind your tears. Other than being happy." Gerard led me up onto the stage and the others came forth.
"Hi, I'm Sky. I've always wanted to meet you guys and say thank you."
"For what?" Bob asked me.
"For saving my life. You guys saved my life twice. So, thank you." I looked at each of them in the eye.
"I'm glad that we did that for you Sky." Frank spoke this time. I hugged them all and began to leave. Suddenly, Gerard called my name. I turned around to face him.
"I remember you. Well, your letter actually. Your story is amazing. Do you mind singing for us? You were one of the few fans that said they could sing, the other fans just said I was hot and all that junk." He let out a small laugh.
"Um, sure. The only song I can remember is Helena." It was true. I had forgotten all the other songs. Helena was the only song I knew by heart.
"Grab a mic and start singing then." He pointed to a mic near me. I was nervous, but I went to the mic any ways. I looked out at the crowd before me, then to the guys. They gave me looks of encouragement. I looked back out the crowd, took hold of the mic, and started to sing. Little did I know that this would change my life forever. Propelling into a world of success, a new career, and my childhood dreams to come true.
"What are you screaming abo- What's wrong Sky? Why are you crying?" My mother rushed to my side and began rubbing my back.
"My Chemical Romance broke up mom!" I continued to sob on my mom's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry baby. I know they mean the world to you. When did they break up?" She kept rubbing my back.
"Today! A few days before my damn birthday!" I sobbed harder at the thought. I was going to be sixteen on the thirtieth and My Chem was breaking up. I sobbed for a good hour before stopping. I felt so tired and dead.
"Here, I'll take you too your room." My mom picked me up and carried me all the way to my room. She set me on the bed and tucked me in. I know this sounds childish, but she knows what My Chem's done for me and that them breaking up is a really hard hit for me.
"Good night Sky. I love you so much." She kissed me on the head and left. As soon as she turned off the light I was out.
*Time lapse*
I felt like shit when I woke up. I sat up in my bed and began rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I pushed myself off of the bed and headed for the kitchen. I almost ran into a few walls on the way. I grabbed a bowl and was about to pour cereal into it when I realized the bowl was dirty. Man, I am tired. I found a clean bowl and poured my cereal. I headed to the table and sat down. I started eating and felt a little more awake. Suddenly, it hit me. I remembered everything. My Chemical Romance broke up. I stopped eating and dropped my spoon in the bowl. How am I going to get through the rest of the school year? I won't want to do anything but sulk. I have projects that are going to be due soon and exams are coming up. What am I gon-
"Hey Sky. How are you doing?" My mom walked into the kitchen, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"I was fine, but then I remembered the break up." I looked down into my bowl of cereal.
"I'm sorry Sky. I'm sure you'll get over it one day. It'll just take time. Trust me." My mom smiled at me and I gave back a weak smile. Maybe she's right. Maybe, just maybe, their songs could help me cope with the break up. I just need to listen to the right songs...
*Six Years Later*
"Good morning Sky! You're here early!" My friend and cubicle neighbor Jan spoke happily.
"I know! I felt great so I decided to come a little earlier. I just have this feeling that today is going to be a great day!" I sat my coffee down and took a seat in my chair. "I just may get some of my work done on time and not have to stay late." I gave Jan a smile and began working on tax files.
*Time lapse*
I looked at the time on my computer screen. It read 12:45P.M. Lunch time.
"Hey Jan! Wanna go grab some lunch with me?" I looked into her cubicle watching her work on tax files.
"Sure! Just let me grab a couple things." Jan took some papers and was next to me like that. We headed out of the office and to the Starbucks across the street. We ordered a quick lunch and talked about work for a little bit. When we were done, we headed back into the office.
"I have about two hours worth of tax files left. How about you Sky?"
"I have about an hour of tax files left." Jan gave me a nod and we went back to work. I was almost done with one of the tax files when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to a man in all white.
"They're back. Go outside and see for yourself." That was all he said before going to another cubicle. I stood up and saw lots of people in the office wearing all white saying the same thing. My curiosity got the best of me and I went outside. When I got out there, it looked as if the whole town was in the streets. We stood there for a minute before we all heard a sound. The sound then became music. And the music became a song. A song that I knew.
"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
Would you be the saviour 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."
I began running to where the music was coming from. Other people that knew the song and who was singing it ran as well. I was one of the few that made it to the front of the stage. And I saw them. Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro, and even Bob Bryar. They were all together again. They were doing Welcom To The Black Parade. I began singing along with the crowd of people as Gerard began singing again.
"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
Would you be the saviour 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 streets
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
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let's 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
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
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 wanna 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
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 wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on)
Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on)
Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry on)
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)."
I was crying tears of joy because they were back. I was so happy, and I finally got to see them live.
"Why are you crying?" I felt a hand on my shoulder as a male spoke to me. I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on the person in front of me. It was Gerard Way. Gerard Fucking Way was talking to me and had his hand was on my shoulder!
"I-I was crying because I'm happy. You guys are back! And I've always wanted to see you guys live and meet you." I couldn't stop smiling at Gerard.
"Well, come up here and meet the others. Since you're the only one crying, you must have a story behind your tears. Other than being happy." Gerard led me up onto the stage and the others came forth.
"Hi, I'm Sky. I've always wanted to meet you guys and say thank you."
"For what?" Bob asked me.
"For saving my life. You guys saved my life twice. So, thank you." I looked at each of them in the eye.
"I'm glad that we did that for you Sky." Frank spoke this time. I hugged them all and began to leave. Suddenly, Gerard called my name. I turned around to face him.
"I remember you. Well, your letter actually. Your story is amazing. Do you mind singing for us? You were one of the few fans that said they could sing, the other fans just said I was hot and all that junk." He let out a small laugh.
"Um, sure. The only song I can remember is Helena." It was true. I had forgotten all the other songs. Helena was the only song I knew by heart.
"Grab a mic and start singing then." He pointed to a mic near me. I was nervous, but I went to the mic any ways. I looked out at the crowd before me, then to the guys. They gave me looks of encouragement. I looked back out the crowd, took hold of the mic, and started to sing. Little did I know that this would change my life forever. Propelling into a world of success, a new career, and my childhood dreams to come true.
I'm glad you liked it
7/15/13