I figured I'd put this up here, so everyone had a chance to read this first. I'm testing the waters with this story. I'm going to use the reaction from the audience to judge whether or not I'll continue it. Your guys' reaction will determine whether or not I go ahead and write chapter two. The main deciding factor on me even posting this chapter was because of one of my best friends, Lexyloveshim. After she read it, she demanded I upload it! And upload I did!
But, enough with formalities!
I watched the rain drops race each other as the slid down the window of the big yellow bus I rode on. It was Friday afternoon, and we had just been let out. The overcast sky finally opened up, crying out all of her tears. A flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder startled a few girls and made them scream. It just made me smile. I loved weather like this. One of the downfalls of living in Florida was all of the sunshine all year round. There were rarely any storms, and even when we had some, they never lasted long.
Today, I would usually dread going home, as there is no one ever there. And whenever one of my parents were home, they were usually locked up in their separate rooms drunk. Tonight was different though. I had managed to obtain tickets to a Black Veil Brides concert - my favorite band. They were in town for a few days, but no one was really excited about it. At my school, only a few people were into the whole rock, rebellious type. Even with those who were, I was still an outcast. It was my own fault though. I wasn't ever one to go up to people.
I felt someone poke me, but I ignored it.
"Hey." The same person said again, drawing out the word. I, again, ignored them.
"Are you thinking about cutting tonight?" As the person went to poke me again, I reached out and gripped his hand. I looked at him with hate in my eyes.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I dropped his hand and went back to staring out the window.
"Crazy bitch." I heard him mutter, but he didn't bother me again.
Another reason I didn't have any friends - people pissed me off too much. Since I was always alone, people assumed I self harmed, did drugs, and other unmentionable things. I never felt sorry enough for myself to self harm, even with all the bullshit I put up with. I've only tried pot once, but I didn't like the taste or smell of it, so I left it alone. Needless to say, I was stereotyped. Just because I always wore black and kept to myself, people thought I was a bad person. Some people think I deal. I've had a few potheads come up to me, asking how much for a baggie. I would just stare at them, shake my head, and walk away. I do smoke though. I've been doing it for a few years, and it put me at ease. Some people call me hypocritical because I smoke cigarettes, but don't smoke pot. Hell, I've even called myself that. Smoking puts me at east. Pot made me feel weird the time I tried it, and I didn't remember anything afterward I was sober.
As we neared my bus stop, I put my hood up. I didn't want to have to wash my hair before the concert tonight. When the bus pulled to the stop and the doors opened, I swiftly made my out with only a few name calls and shoves. I quickly walked away from the yellow death trap when my feet hit the pavement. When I reached my house, no one was home. Perfect. I could get ready in peace without one or both drunken parents shouting out obscenities. I made excuses for myself for their behavior. They both were, after all, Marines. I'm pretty sure they've seen things that I could only imagine in my worst nightmares. They were good parents, but their mood changed dramatically last year after I turned eighteen when they both returned from a tour in Iraq. I never asked what happened. I knew they didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't want to hear about it.
I spent the next few hours doing up my make up, putting black swirls around my eyes, black lipstick on my lips, and a few multicoloured designs on my arms. I didn't do much to my hair besides brushing it out. It worked it out all on its own, my bangs always falling into my eyes. I had gotten into the habit of flicking my head to get it out of my eyes. I dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, knee length converses, and a black shirt that had the BVB logo on it. When I was happy with my appearance, I grabbed my small bear shaped backpack that contained my smokes, my wallet. my ticket for the concert, and my license.
I went out front and got into my 2000 Toyota Camry. It would only take me a few minutes to get to where the concert was being held, but I figured there would be a long line, so I left an hour early. I was correct because when I pulled up, there was already a line snaking out from inside. I got in line, and the wait lasted only half an hour. Inside, it was lit up and people were standing around talking. The only thing that gave away that this was a concert was the stage up front. The crowd wasn't that bad, so I was able to walk my way up to the stage and wait.
Looking around, I took in the people. Most of them were done up nearly the same way I was. Some of them had gone all out, wearing similar outfits the band members have worn before. It amazed me. I felt at home here. Even though I was alone, and didn't talk to anyway, I felt like I belonged. It brought a small smile to my face to know that I wouldn't be judged here. That I could be myself and have fun for one night out of the year.
I was startled out of my thoughts when the lights dimmed and everybody rushed to get up front. I turned around in my spot, claiming it as my own. I hadn't realized I was so close up to the front. If I stretched my arm out, I could touch the stage. A few minutes later, the Black Veil Brides walked onto stage and sent everybody screaming and cheering, including myself. For the rest of the night, I lost myself to the music, dancing, singing, and just listening to Andy Biersack's voice.
After the show, I went out back to smoke before I headed home. My parents knew about my smoking habit, but they didn't care. Just so long as I didn't smoke at home. I took a drag, held the smoke in for a second, and let it out. I watched all the people walking along the sidewalk. A few people were standing around, hopefully waiting to catch a glimpse of the band they all love so much. Truthfully, I was hoping myself to meet them. Especially Jake. I didn't have a crush or anything, but I did think he was mad sexy.
Half an hour later, most of the other fans left. It was nearing one in the morning, but I still didn't want to go home. After that concert, I had enough energy to last a lifetime. I was also sure my parents would be home. It wasn't something I looked forward to. I lit another cigarette, taking note that I was down to two. I would have to stop tonight and pick up another pack.
"Can I get a light?" I looked up to see Andy Biersack standing next to me. I hadn't even heard the door open.
"Sure." On the inside, I was shaking. But I played it cool. I was weird enough as it was. I didn't want to freak out the lead singer of my favorite band. "You know smoking kills."
"You're one to talk," He replied as he took a drag.
"I'm not a famous singer."
"What's your point?"
"None, really. I don't know why I even pointed it out." I turned back to watching people on the sidewalk. I peeked a side glance at him. I knew he was tall from all the interviews I've seen, but it's a completely different thing see him in person. He was a giant. "You're one tall mother fucker."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"No problem, Sargent Sarcasm."
I heard him chuckle a little. He looked down at me and shook his head. "You're one quirky mother fucker."
"I wasn't aware our roles had switched."
"Oh, you didn't see that little elf come running by and switch up our places?"
I cracked a smile. By now I had stopped freaking out on the inside. It was weird, being so relaxed around someone so famous. I looked over at the few fans left, who kept staring at the two of us. One of them had her phone pointed at us, recording our banter. I was extremely camera shy, so I took this as my cue to split. In the weirdest way possible, of course.
"Your followers await you, your Highness. For now, I must return to my cave. I am not worthy of such fame." I gave a low sweeping bow to Andy before I turned around and walked away. Before I turned the corner, I looked back to see the group giving me the strangest look. Andy just looked amused. I gave a small, two fingered salute before disappearing from their view.
The next day, I decided to go out on the town. I really just wanted to get out of the house. I parked my car in front of the Target. It was a nice, bright day, and a walk would be good for me. I grabbed my teddy bear backpack as I exited my car and slung one strap over my shoulder. I began to walk down the slightly deserted sidewalk when I heard a slight rustling in the alley I had just passed. I back tracked to look down the dark, dank alley. I saw some rustling near the dumpster, then a tail poke out from underneath some papers. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a kitten.
"Here, kitty, kitty." I called softly, crouching down. The kitty took one look at me, and sprinted away. I felt disappointed. I love animals, so it hurts whenever one seemed scared of me. I could understand why though. If I was that small and a huge person came up to me asking for me to come near them, I would be scared too.
"Look, even cats run away from her!" I froze. I knew that voice. Every day of my life the owner of that voice has terrorized me. For no good reason other than to get a good laugh. "Seems like she can't do any weird blood ritual tonight, guys!" Laughter ensued by his mindless goons.
I stood up slowly and turned around. Blocking the only entrance and exit of the alley was Markus, along with his pack of rats. There was no way for me to get away. Hopefully they wouldn't do anything, since it was the middle of the day on a busy sidewalk. Markus started towards me, making me shrink further back.
"Here, kitty, kitty." He mocked me. "You're pretty pathetic. Don't you know nobody will ever love you?"
"You're the pathetic one!" I shot back. "Who the hell gets their kicks from bullying someone every day? You can't even come up with good insults anyways!"
Markus took one giant step towards me, and suddenly my back hit the wall. He grabbed the collar of my jacket and jerked me forward. My heart started to pound, but I didn't let my fear show on my face. He spun me around then shoved me against the wall. He grabbed my backpack and pulled with al his might. I winced as I heard the ripped of fabric. Everything tumbled out onto the cement ground.
"Tsk, tsk." He clicked with his tongue. "Seems like we have a smoker on our hands. Hey, do you know what burnt hair smells like?"
My heart sank. There was no way out of this. Even if I did fight back, it's not like I could go anywhere. Still, I wasn't going to just be some hopeless heroine. Nobody would come to save me. I had to save myself. I turned around and punched Markus square in the face. He staggered, but punched me back. I reeled back against the brick wall. A liquid filled my mouth, and I could tell it was blood. So I spit on him. A wad of blood and spit landed on his face. The sight would have normally made me feel sick, but at this point, my adrenaline was surging. Markus looked shocked. He raised his fist to hit me again. I stood my ground, glaring at him and waiting for the blow. A voice from the front of the alley stopped his fist.
"What the hell?" We both looked up to see that Markus' friends had scattered. They had been replaced with someone who was very tall. "Well doesn't this look like a predicament."
"Who the hell are you?" Markus spun around to confront the man.
"Why the hell do you need to know?" The deep voice replied.
"So I can know who the hell interrupted us!" Markus yelled.
"Now, this may not be the best timing, but your fly is open." Markus looked down and I took the opportunity to rush past him. I didn't get very far as he grabbed my long hair and yanked me back. "Dude, what the actual fuck? I'm standing right in front of you. A complete stranger. And you're going to do that?"
The voice started to sound familiar. As the figure grew closer, I recognized the long, pitch black hair. My heart started to pound. For what reason, I wasn't sure. Markus dropped my hair and backed up a little. I ran behind the tall singer that towered before me. He looked back at me as I hid behind him.
"Aren't going to run away?" Andy asked me.
"My stuff is over there..." I muttered, looking at the ground.
"Hm..." Was all he said in reply.
I stayed close to Andy as he advanced on Markus at a calm pace. Markus looked like a trapped rat. I actually found it comical. His pupils had dilated, and I could see his chest rising and falling quickly. I smirked, but flinched when pain shot through my mouth. If he broke my jaw, I was going to kill him.
"What should I do to you?" Andy asked. "I did catch you attacking someone. Should I call the police, or let you go? Or beat your ass myself?"
Suddenly, Markus produced a pocket knife. I swallowed. This was turning bad very fast. I gripped Andy's arm and started to tug. He looked down at me, confused.
"It's not worth it." I whispered. "Let's just go. I can get my stuff later."
Even with all my pulling, I couldn't make him budge. He was set on staying here. I pulled harder, yanking with all my might. I finally managed to pull him back a few feet before he planted his feet firmly on the ground. He spun around to fully face me.
"Weren't you that girl who I talked to last night?" He questioned.
"Hey, Captain Obvious!" He threw his arms around me and hugged me.
"Nice to see you, Sargent Sarcasm." I replied, ironically, sarcastically. "Now, in case you didn't notice, there is a lunatic with a-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Markus shot past us. Andy let me go and we watched him run to the opening. At the exit, Markus turned around, pointed the knife at us, and shouted:
"You're dead, Haley!"
"Bite me, asshole!" I yelled back.
He seemed to want to run back at me, but with Andy here, he didn't budge. I spun on my heel, side stepped Andy, and walked back to my discarded items. I gathered up my things and shoved them in my pockets. After examining the damage to my backpack, I realized it was going to take more than just a few stitches to fix it. I would just have to buy a new one.
"Shouldn't we got to the police or something?" Andy had come up close behind me.
"No, no." I muttered. "Too much trouble for the both of us. Thanks for the save, but don't you have somewhere important to be?"
"Not really. I snuck away from a photo shoot. Those things are damn boring, in case you didn't know."
"The elf is back." I whispered.
Andy laughed while I stood there awkwardly. All I wanted to do now was go back home, the very place I hadn't wanted to be earlier. My jaw was starting to throb and I needed to put some ice on it. I could skip school for the next few days. My parents didn't give a shit anyways. I kept looking at the ground as Andy got control of his laughter.
"Hey...why don't you hang out with me today?"
My head snapped up. I had to lean back on my heels to see his face, which was darkened by the shining sun. "What...?"
"Yeah, why not? You seem interesting." Andy held out his hand to me to help me up.
After a moment of consideration, I hesitantly took it. Little did I know, this was the beginning of one wild ride.