Welcome to the Black Parade: Chapter 2

Title: Falling Inside the Black

"Don't leave me alone

Cause I barely see at all

Don't leave me alone, I'm…"

"Falling in the black.

Slipping through the cracks.

Falling to the depths can I ever go back?"

"Dreaming of the way it used to be.

Can you hear me?"

"Falling in the black.

Slipping through the cracks.

Falling to the depths can I ever go back?

Falling inside the black.

Falling inside, falling inside the black."

-Skillet

Nightmares plagued my mind that night. I tossed and turned trying to keep myself awake, in hopes of never returning to the black pits of my imagination. But as the first light blue streaks of dawn began to claw at the sky, exhaustion finally won the battle.

It was cold, dark, and silent inside my dreams. Black ink with the thick texture of blood dripped down from my tear ducts to slip under my chin and pool on my chest. I laughed, not an insane blur of psychotic giggles but a puff of air from my lips to ensure that I was amused. By what, I have no idea. It could be fact that I was aware of my nightmarish state, or that I felt a flutter of anxiety in my stomach for I felt as if I was falling, or maybe it was the very idea of falling that made me smile.

I sank into an abyss of obscurity, unknown to me when my back would hit surface again. The world shut itself out and the only sounds were the screams of women and children in the distance. My skin turned a light gray color, reflecting the many years of hiding in the shadows. My hair turned the darkest black, enough to put a raven's feathers to shame. Whispers gathered around me, barely audible. They grew louder till I could finally make out their massage, "black parade…the parade, the parade, the black parade. Black parade, join the black parade. Join us, joins us, come to the black parade!"

They weren't whispers anymore. Each voice screamed it into my ear, taking turns torturing my mind. Louder and louder until I thought my ears would bleed.

I screamed. The sheets around me were covered in sweat and tears. My body shook and trembled.

In my head I sang to myself to calm my nerves as I looked out the window. The sun had risen but not much. I rose from the sheets and padded across the cold floors to the makeshift bathroom down the hall. I made sure to lock the door.

Warm water ran through my fingers as I splashed my face with water. Sighing I looked up into the mirror. I looked terrible, a nasty sheen on sweat and oil glistened off my skin, ugly purplish bags have formed under my half lidded eyes, and knots have evaded my greasy brown hair.

I needed a makeover. I grabbed some towels and placed them where I could reach as I checked the locked door again. You could never be too careful when you live in place where murderers and rapist reside.

The hot water felt like a heavenly waterfall from the sky. It seemed to wash away all the bad thoughts and sinful memories. That was, until the hallucinations came.

All I had to do was look down at the floor for the visions to start. No longer did clean refreshing water flow from the shower jet, instead a deep red substance lazily seeped onto the floors. My skin paled to that hideous gray color once again.

I shut the water off in a rush, grabbed a towel, and rubbed it against my body furiously, as if the towel would absorb the horrid gray color from my flesh.

Thank God the hallucinations stopped before I had to go out into the hall again because two henchmen stood outside the door chatting to each other.

"Gosh, I can't believe da' Boss kicked the can!" the shorter one stated.

"Yeah man, I never thought Big J would go. Especially so soon, I mean wes all knews he was sick and all…but it ain't like him to stay that way for long. Well, he did have us going wit the whole Clay Face as the Joker bit, but keep in mind that…hey, where you goin' sweet thing?" the tall more built one said.

I rolled my eyes and looked in their direction.

"Hey man, I-I don't think you should be talkin ta' her like dat, dats J's little girl" the short one piped up.

"Waddaya mean? J's dead, Harley won't mind, and I gots some steam to blow off. So you wanna have some fun wit da' girly or wat?" the beef head replied.

But before I could hear the other man's reply I was already locking the door to my bedroom. I didn't run away because I was afraid, it was more like I was tired and looked bad enough as it is, so why get into a fight?

While I was getting dressed I thought of possible candidates to help me with my little "makeover".

A/N: Hey guys thanks for reading! Just in case you were wondering why this chapter took a more serious turn it's really because, well, Jade is the Joker's daughter! Mark Hamill described his way of voicing the Joker as going from one side of the emotional scale to the other so that's why I'm writing her this way. Also this specific chapter is based off the song "Falling Inside the Black" by Skillet. To me the song captured her level of insanity at the moment and where that level will be in the future!

Anyways, I had a little question to ask…Who would you guys like to give Jade a makeover? I'm having a hard time deciding and I want to make you guys happy…I was thinking maybe The Riddler cause he is soo fashionable!

Please leave a review and tell me what you think!