No One Wants to Die
Summary
remember me, remember me
Her eyes opened wide. It was just another dream. The type of dream that felt more like a distant memory than fiction. The sort of memory that doesn’t feel tangible. Perhaps it was a piece of a past life. A life that had no place in today’s world. Her life before the Black Parade Nightclub was fuzzy. The club was the only place she truly remembers. She lost track of the years she spent on the Better Living Industries’ pills. They used them to keep ahold of her.
Not anymore-she told herself one day. And she stopped taking the pills.
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR or their characters created in Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. I do own any OCs, plot, and character personalities.
Her eyes opened wide. It was just another dream. The type of dream that felt more like a distant memory than fiction. The sort of memory that doesn’t feel tangible. Perhaps it was a piece of a past life. A life that had no place in today’s world. Her life before the Black Parade Nightclub was fuzzy. The club was the only place she truly remembers. She lost track of the years she spent on the Better Living Industries’ pills. They used them to keep ahold of her.
Not anymore-she told herself one day. And she stopped taking the pills.
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR or their characters created in Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. I do own any OCs, plot, and character personalities.
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Thank you so much! I'm really happy just a little piece has captured your attention :)
3/13/16