End of Our Lives

by neatgraves

Helena, Gerard, and the rest of the gang are running out of steam, starting to hate the comic-book wonders they have become. They need a way out. These chapters document the final thoughts of the Fabulous Killjoys.

4. Frank - Fun Ghoul

I put my gun to a Drac's head and blew his brains out, feeling the adrenaline course through my body and rinse away the depression. The depression that I tried to hide, but knew in my heart everyone could see. The depression because of Gee.

Fucking Party Poison.

Though he seemed totally oblivious to our unhappiness, I remembered him as he once was. I remembered I'm Not Okay. I remembered The Ghost Of You.

I remembered The Black Parade. Welcome to the Black Parade.

And now, what had we become? A bunch of futuristic-badass-superheroes? With long hair and colorful clothes? It made me sick. Where was Our Black Parade? Our Chemical Romance? Where?

All I saw were Killjoys.

And I loved them. Don't misunderstand me; I never stopped loving Gerard, or Helena, or Mikey or Ray. I never stopped loving them-I'd just stopped loving myself, and this idea that we were perfect rebels.

We weren't.