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𝐗𝐋𝐕

~We are the fallen angels~

Black Veil Brides

Flashback:

"Morire! Basta morire adesso! Non ti sopporto più! Vorrei che tu non fossi mai nato! Voglio che tu muoia adesso! Puttanella inutile, muori adesso!" I was lying on the floor, curled up in a ball, trying to cover myself from my father who was mercilessly hitting my bare back with his belt. His breath was stinking tequila and his hands were shaking. (Die! Just die right now! I cannot stand you anymore! I wish you were never born! I want you to die right now! Worthless little bitch, die right now!)

What had happened was that I had returned late from school because Ria was once again tryna convince me to report my parents. But I was not gonna let her do that. My parents would literally kill me! They have tried so many times before anyway...

My back was bleeding and my throat was burning from the screams which were caged inside. My parents never let me make any sound when I am being punished. I could feel the time had stopped and the only thing I could hear was the sharp noise the belt was making in the air before it hit my back, and the Italian words my father would yell at me.

My mother would just stare at the magazine she was currently reading, crossed arms in front of her chest and legs on the table in front of her, completely ignoring us.

I wanted to scream but nothing was coming out. I wanted to sob but the only thing which was escaping me were painfully quiet squeals and crystal, salty tears. Sweat was all over my face and body and it was making my wounds stinging really much.

"We should have let her die along with the other six little bastards" my mother mumbled to my father, not taking her eyes from the useless gossip paper she was holding.

I felt my heart breaking even more and my 9-year-old-self could not understand what she had done to deserve all that.

My father gave me one last harmful hit with his belt before everything turned black and my body collapsed onto the old floor.

Back then, 5 years ago, I was unable to understand what she meant when she said 'six little bastards'. But now I can. And those six little bastards are now the six best older brothers I could have ever had.

I was walking down the road, headphones on and listening to Never Too Late by Three Days Grace and thinking at those memories when my parents would mention six boys who were dead. But apparently, they were not. And they were always here for me since the day I moved in with them, laughing with me, smiling with me, screaming with me, crying with me, fighting with me, fighting FOR me.

As I was reaching the park, I was wondering what I have done to deserve such amazing brothers. But also what I have done to Myles Why was he not talking to me today? Had I done something wrong? Had I said something I was not supposed to?

Aghh, I really did not like the fact that my boyfriend was not talking to me! I was missing him! I wanted to kiss him, hug him, cuddle with him, but he was not even looking at me.

My thoughts were interrupted when a message blinked on my phone. It was from Ria telling me that she could not make it and instead, she left another box for me on a bench under a big tree.

'A box? Another box? How many boxes are related to me?!' I mentally groaned and walked inside the park.

I scanned the place when my eyes fell on the bench. The same bench Myles and I kissed for the first time. And there was a small, cartoon box with my name on it.