Prologue

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Ashlynn's P. O. V.

Now before I tell you about my fucked up so called life, I should probably describe myself. I have blue hair, with my bangs kinda in my face. I have blue eyes. I gauged my ears and I have my septum pierced. I'm 18 and 5'6." Yeah, yeah. I'm fucking short, I know. Shut up. I listen to My Chemical Romance, Falling In Reverse, Escape the Fate, Black Veil Brides (fucking favorite band, bitches!!), Red, Nothing More, Five Finger Death Punch, etc. I've always been the outcast because I'm different from everybody else. I wear band shirts, skinny jeans, and I listen to different music (and frankly, way better than that synthesized as fuck pop shit that passes for pop 'music') so that means I'm a freak to everybody else. My father or as I call him, my biological douchebag, abuses me and my mother left me when I was young. I thought she was being a bitch but its because my father killed her and he told me that she left. I've always been bullied and treated like shit, so crying was the norm for me. I've been too close to ending it all and I told myself that I can't go until I see Black Veil Brides live and I'll finally get to do that tomorrow. That's what's keeping me alive, sadly.

(Author's Note: Sorry if it's crappy, I just started because I was depressed, needed to vent, and had a few ideas. )

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