Hey Pierce The Veil? Who am I to you?

The lady in black

~*Carson*~

They didn't believe me. I wouldn't joke about this.

"Why don't you believe me?!" I cried, my make up smears down my face.

"You've done this before, we won't fall for it again," Vic answered like it was nothing, not looking up from his phone.

"Guys! I'm not kidding! I -"

"Shut! Up! I don't want to hear you complain! It's late and I think we should get to bed." Mike stood in my face, his uneven breaths make their way over my shoulder.

I don't want to sleep tonight. I'll call Katia.

Her call went straight to voicemail.

I'll text her.

C: hey, how're things over there? :c
K: it's boring! But I got bigger gauges, can't talk, bye.

Why is everyone mad at me?

"Hey Carson? I'm sorry to interrupt, but you're talking to yourself again.." Tony peeled back his curtain to look at me. I sit on the couch, hands on my face.

"I'm sorry.. It's all stress, and- ugh nevermind." I can't take this.

She's here, she's snickering at me,
Ha, can't take a little stress? Whimp. Why are you still with them? You know that none of them care..

I can't hold back my tears. Salty waters free falls from my eyes, making everything drunken pastels down stairways.

"Carson?! Are you okay?!" I could hear Tony stumble out of his bottom bunk. The seat next to me sinks. Hands snake around my body and pull.

"What's wrong?" Tony sounds hurt.

"I- see her everyday, she won't leave me alone." I sob, I just want this to end.

"There's no one though," he looks around.

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~*Carson*~

It's four Am, and I can't sleep, because it for the weak. She's been taunting me for 7 hours, when Tony fell asleep. I call Justin.

"Hey, are you awake?" I hope I didn't wake him up.

"Nah Doll, I'm outside smoking," he sounds fazed

"Okay, I'll be there soon" I hang up, slipping my toms on. I try to tip toe out of the bus.

Clash

I trip over a whiskey bottle that Mike had left.

Damnit whiskey hands.

"Ello.??" Jamie's tired voice booms through the bus. I rush over to him, covering his loud mouth.

"Shut the shit up, I'm going for a walk with Justin," he nodded his head effortlessly. Strongest neck in the world. He fell asleep once his face reached the feather down pillow.

I walk out, this time, avoiding all of the cans and bottles scattered along the bus floor.

"I'll clean later" I whisper to myself

No you won't

Her voice fades as I exit the bus.
There is a figure hovering over a small light. The light flickers, as if they're breathing over it. The figure's hand shoots up, waving frantically.

Justin.

I hastily walk to him, trying to get warm by hugging my body. I can see his bright smile and the blood shot, high eyes.

"Ayeeeee" Justin held out a blunt.

"No thanks Justin, I don't do drugs.." I slide back, shaking my head at the blunt. He shrugs and lights it, taking a hit. He pulls out a rectangular box, white with beige linings. He pulls out a cigarette.

"How about this?" He hands it to me.

"Sure, I could use one," I take the death stick and twiddle it between my thumb and index finger. He hands me a lighter. I flick my thumb against the thingy. I hold it up to the cigarette, breathing in the smoke.

I cough, the smoke went down the wrong pipe.

"Carson? What are you doing?" A voice behind me sounds worried.