That day, exactly five years since last I saw my family, Exactly five years since I saw the Black Parade. That day was the first time in a long time that I saw myself; it was also the first time I had gone into a city in about a year. I rented a room at an inn with what little money I had, a went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I looked nothing like how I remembered myself, I was pale, very thin, my face was Gaunt and sunken, almost skeletal and my black hair now reached my shoulders. I was afraid of my own appearance so I refused to look in the mirror again.
During my stay I bathed and slept in a bed, something I hadn’t done in a while, it felt very good to rid myself of the filth of the road, after that I decided to see what the town had to offer, it didn’t seem like there would be much, it was a small town. But as I round a corner I crash headlong into a man, the leader of a marching band, the leader of the Black Parade.
Now, I suppose it would anger someone to run headlong into the very person you felt was responsible for your parent’s deaths but looking up at him I could not get mad, the man, though old, white haired and even more skeletal than I, had my father’s face, he was my father. The father I once thought I would never see again. “Father,” I muttered “Could it really be you? I buried you…I was sure you were dead, am I going crazy?”
The man just looked sternly at me and spoke in a very quiet whisper, “It is I son, just as I promised, just a little earlier than I anticipated.”
“But you’re dead.” I yelled. My mind was reeling with shock, how could this be happening.
“Yes son, that is true, but there were things I had to do before I could leave, I have things I must tell you, you must know about the Black Parade.