First Concert (Pierce The Veil)

Part four

POV: Brooke 

        After Sleeping With Sirens preformed "Low" I was in a crying fit. I had a pretty good family life and was happy for the most part but that song just reminded me of how my boyfriend had been treating me lately. I kept doing everything to make him happy. Hell, I even went out of my way to get us tickets to a concert on his birthday, not to mention Vic's too.

       Then I told him about the concert when I saw him in the morning at a local coffee shop and he just blew up screaming about how he hated his birthday and how he just wanted to be with family. I never felt so under-appreciated before in my life. Everything was great between us until now. I loved him, but he just wasn't happy anymore. It probably stared about a half of a month ago. He just didn't seem to be himself; I thought it was his depression with his life situation and all. His parents were divorced, and his sister left him and his mom on their own. He couldn't leave his mom behind, though, so he stayed with her to make sure everything could be as stable as they could get. It was rough on the him for the for about a year then he started to get better when I came along. I knew he needed me. I needed him as well. I was just depressed for a while, then I saw this dork working at a coffee shop one day. We changed each other, and there is no denying there was a connection. 

        Then January came around and he changed. He seemed more moody and didn't want to hang out as much. I felt like I did something wrong and tried changing for him. He never hurt me in anyway; he couldn't hurt a fly, but I was the one hurting myself. At first it was little things I changed such as the way I sat or silly things like that. Then I wanted to change my image. A lot of people noticed this one mainly Nat. I wasn't eating as much as I used to or dressing like I always had. I started wearing more girly clothes. More pinks and purples with skirts or dresses. When that didn't work I went back to jeans and black tees. Nothing seemed to faze him. Then out of the blue one day I just fell in a deep rabbit hole and couldn't climb out. This was the first time the thought of hurting myself came up. I know stupid trying to fix things about a boy with something so stupid like that. I didn't start right away it was more of an accident really. I was shaving in the shower and I nicked the back of my leg. It didn't hurt but it didn't feeling good either. It was like breaking glass; you know you shouldn't do it but you need a release. I was stupid to think that would fix something, all it did was make it worse. I made small marks on my arms a total of just ten little nicks that could be pasted over as scratches from an animal. I knew Natalie knew what I was doing, at least I think. I just hope she doesn't suspect Luke to be the one doing this stuff. 

        The crowd started screaming again and I got back to reality. I pulled myself back together as fast as I could and started dancing again. I couldn't keep thinking about the past, that's how you end up in a rabbit hole. 

        Sleeping With Sirens was amazing and I could't stop smiling! They sang "If You Can't Hang" and I had a blast with that song. The feeling of the bass pounding in my chest and the sensation I got from everyone around me made everything horrible disappear. After they finished up their set there was a small intermission. Nat and I couldn't move away from the front or we would never make it back. I couldn't believe it our favorite band was about to play next; the ones who kept us from doing so much stupid stuff and kept us on track with our lives. The house lights went out and the crowd screeched. It was finilly going to happen. I was going to see them. The curtain dropped and the music strung out.