Make It Timeless - The Black Parade

**MarieArt** · 01-05-2010, 07:34 PM

Title: Make It Timeless
Rating: 15 (?)
Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own the city of Manhattan. I do own the order of which the words are written.
Main Characters: Marie, Adam
Summary: What happens when the love you thought you had for the rest of your life vanishes?
Genre: Tragedy, Love, Drama

Index:
Chapter 1- Page 1
Chapter 2-Page 1
Chapter 3 - Page 1

Hopefully, this story catches a few wandering eyes. It caught nothing on my Live Journal. I love feedback and constructive criticism, so comment away, please?
I only write this in my free time, being not when I write my fan fiction, which is World's Away(the link is in my signature). I honestly believe that this is better written than my fan fiction.

x//o

**MarieArt** · 01-05-2010, 07:35 PM

Gazing out of the window, my eyes landed on two dark orbs clouded by stale tears and lack of sleep. The person they belong to had become so engulfed in the world outside the window, that she had forgotten the world she shared with her husband. The one I misjudged from the vary beginning. I believed that the relationship was growing closer, when in reality it was gradually falling apart. There had been tons of moments in my life where I knew that the right thing would eventually come up and slap me in the face. This situation was different. Emotional, for the lack of a more fitting word. Never had I been completely alone like this; left to only be able to stare outside the window of the apartment and bask in the wintery city scape that lied before these empty eyes, the ones I saw in the window. The worst urge overwhelmed me. The sudden urge to spit out of the window to see who it hits below. The window pane could not be open, for it had become permanently locked after I tossed his bottle of alcohol outside and shattered the windshield on a parked car below. Resting my forehead against the chilled window, I waited for every frozen minute to melt away. The pint of alcohol in my hand of whatever he had left in the cabinet did not assist in making time faster. It made time slower; it made it more painful. This did not ease my aching body of anything, it just made the thoughts louder and more difficult to accumulate. It made the screams of my inner emotions much louder. Most of all, it made me miss him even more than I did earlier that week. I think it finally kicked in. The fact that he was never coming back finally kicked in. The love of my life had been taken from this Earth by God.

Another sip. Another memory of us seated outside in the grass after his band's last show, taking photographs of everything around us; the slope of grass, the cars, the street, strangers, and finally, he had two photos left to take before his film was fully used up. He snapped a photo of me when I was not looking. Then, he wrapped his arm around me and told me to scream cheese. I had no time to prepare, but I did think fast enough to sport a toothy grin for him, and I hoped it turned out well enough to show the world. It did. I now sit here on this couch drinking the last bit of alcohol in the house with the old photo album resting in my lap. The pictures from the short memory plastered on each of these pages, especially the sixth—the last—photo of the small section. We both sported checkered, button down shirts, sweaty faces, and the I-am-in-Love grins. Running my finger over the nearly two year old photograph, a tear formed in my eye. Not again. I cannot keep doing this to myself. The photo album received a harsh slam with my fist before I forced it shut. Why did this have to happen to us? He did not deserve such a thing. Gabriel was always an amazing person. Of course, he drank every now and then, but what average person does not?

And yet, another million tears shed for him. I slung the nearly empty bottle across the living room and could not care less about what it shattered against. All I wanted was him to burst through the door like he used to and tell me that all of this was a bad practical joke that surpassed its limits. This may not happen ever again, for he has been gone for nearly a week now. Seven days without his embrace. Several days with the absence of his presence in the bed next to me after a lengthy conversation about the most random thoughts and beliefs we had. The last seven days gave me a taste of what everyday will be like until the end of my days, or at least until he is found.

Everything grew blurry as my limbs grew numb, sending me a signal that the alcohol had commenced kicking in—yet all of the pain that I wanted it to numb only grew stronger. The images of seeing him in a body bag rushed through my mind as I shook my head to rid them away.

**darkestnight** · 01-07-2010, 04:48 PM

That was bloody excelent. I am definatly looking forward to more

**MarieArt** · 02-05-2010, 11:40 PM

I almost forgot about this story; I'm terrible. Sorry that this chapter/part may suck because where it's just beginning, it doesn't seem to go anywhere at this point in time.
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The ringing in my head grew as I gradually yet reluctantly lifted raised up from my sleeping position from the night before. Had I fallen asleep? Glancing around the room, I noticed the time and frowned to myself now knowing the answer to my question; yes, it was passed noon and I had a show to go to in less than an hour. In a rush, I stood up from the couch to stretch out my aches then quickly headed towards the shower. The image of the body bag come racing back through my mind as I climbed into the shower. I let out an angered shriek that may have woke up the neighbors that were lucky enough to still be laying in bed at that time.

Soon I emerged from the steamy cubicle and wrapped a faded blue towel around myself. I dared not to even look into mirror, so I bypassed it as I grabbed the large brush off of the sink counter. As I exited the bathroom and tossed the brush into my bedroom, someone knocked at my door. Without a second thought of being in only a towel, I approached the door and cracked it open to find a member of one of the bands playing later on tonight. “Adam? What are you doing here?”

“Marie, you were supposed to be at the venue thirty minutes ago.” The expression on his face screamed desperation.

“I know, I had a rough night,” I responded lightly. “You can come in and relax while I get ready, okay?” Stepping back, I let him in and closed the door. “I’m sorry; I’m only in a towel.”

Adam shook his head, “It’s fine. Go get ready and I can drive you to the venue.” He seated himself on the couch and looked at me. “I’m not complaining.”

I shook my head and went to my room muttering to myself. It is not the time for him to make wise cracks like that. My husband went missing not too long ago and every guy is acting like I’m the new bachelorette. I rummaged through my closet to find something decent, and settled for dark jeans and a purple v-neck. After slinging them on, I walked into the living room and saw Adam bent over in the kitchen floor, “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up this glass; what happened last night?” he asked bluntly as he trashed the shards and glanced back at me waiting for an answer.

“Listen, I’m not in the mood, okay?” I stated firmly grabbing my brush. “Drive your ass back to the venue, I’m taking a taxi.” The brush had yet to touched my hair when I received a grimace from him. “What!? Do I not have permission to miss my lost husband!?”

“Do you think that man is coming back?” Adam stated making his way towards the door.

“Fuck you, Adam!” I shouted throwing the phone in his direction.

“I was just saying,” Adam shrugged opening the door. “I’ll see you at the show.”

“No you won’t. You can tell everyone that I died or going to jail for murder,” I stated brushing my hair as he finally shut the door behind him. “I don’t need the show. I’ll go to that fucking art exhibit, maybe I’ll run into someone I like there besides assholes that want in my pants...” I took a deep breath before I felt the massive lump form in my throat, “Staying home isn’t going to bring anything back except for unwanted emotions.”

Randi*Ranae · 02-06-2010, 01:40 AM

hey this is amazing! i love this story!! sad though, really....i would be totally dead, if my husband went missing.

great job, really excellent start! more soon?

**darkestnight** · 02-07-2010, 08:58 PM

This is brilliant. I hope to see more soon

**MarieArt** · 04-26-2010, 07:21 PM

I changed the main character's name to Marie. It's easier to type up; another chapter shall be up shortly.

**MarieArt** · 04-26-2010, 08:03 PM

Turning off the blow dryer, I glanced in the mirror knowing that I could not change a damn thing about what I had said. Adam has always been there for me; we’ve known each other since elementary school and even dated for a short time in high school. His reaction was understandable, kind of. I know he cares for me. Leaning towards the mirror and weakly sighed then exited the bathroom. “I have to apologize.” Upon opening the front door to my apartment, I saw Adam sitting in the floor as he had been waiting on me.

“Is it murder you’re going to jail for?” he asked sarcastically with his fingers laced together.

“No,” I muttered. “I’m going with you and I’m sorry.”

He stood up and stepped towards me with his arms spread open, “Come here. I was being a prick.”

I gratefully stepped into his embrace, “I’m really sorry.”

“No, I should be apologizing.” I could feel his embrace gently tighten before he released me. “I shouldn’t push you into something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m ready for it though,” I murmured bowing my head. “Are William and Alan mad?”

He shook his head, “They’re understanding men. They’re not mad at all. William figured it would be easier on everyone if one of us came to get you.”

Soon, I found myself staring out of Adam’s elderly Honda’s window on our way to the venue. Both of us had fell silent and couldn’t find something to actually talk about. On the other hand, the silence gave us time to think of a subject to talk about. Once we approached the old building that was planted in the middle of the city, I unbuckled and heard him clear his throat, “Marie?”

I glanced at him and noticed a worried expression on his face, “What is it, Adam?”

“You’re husband, he’s not dead,” he stated sending an uneasy feeling through my body. “He’s living in Uruguay now.”

“Adam, stop screwing around,” I stated opening the door to get out and Adam gently grasped my wrist. I gave him the most irritable face that I could summon, but I noticed how serious he looked. “Uruguay?”

“He called me a few days ago about it and it just sunk in when I came to your apartment; he’s a bastard,” he explained briefly.

“Let’s talk about this later,” I stammered climbing out. “I’m going to be with William and Alan, okay?”

He nodded, “I’ll be in there after I find a parking spot.”