From Knives to Pens

From Knives to Pens - Chapter 1

A/N This is the first story I have posted on here so I'm slighty apprehensive about posting! It's a Black Veil Brides fanfiction and it is largely based on them. It is set just after the release of Set The World On Fire their second album after We Stitch These Wounds. I have to warn you in advance that this story contains some events that might upset some readers and I will notify you when those events occur. This is a kind of trial story so can you please comment your thoughts on it so I know whether or not I should continue to post it on here. Tell me if you find any mistakes or anything that bothers you so I can improve my work. I hope you enjoy the first chapter! This contains some scenes that may be upsetting to some readers.

Chapter 1 Willow's P.O.V:

I wake up and thump my alarm clock till it shuts up. God I hate mornings. I gradually sit up, not wanting my head to spin. I rub my eyes and stretch my arms above my head, hearing that satisfying click.

I crawl out of bed and slip downstairs, yawning. I see my younger brother sat on the sofa watching some children’s show I don’t recognise.

“Morning Zack.” I say to him, as I make my way to the kitchen.

“Morning Willow.” Zack replies, not turning to look at me but continuing to watch the TV. I get to the kitchen and Mum’s sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. She says her hellos and continues staring into space. Nothing new there. Some cheesy pop song is on the radio and I turn it off. I’m not in the mood for crappy music.

Mum looks up then. “I was listening to that.” She mumbles but I know she wasn’t. She just likes the sound to make her feel less alone. You may think but she has two kids and a husband surely that’s enough noise? But no mum is a widow seeing as our Dad died in a motorcycle accident last year. She hasn’t been the same since and spends most of her time in bed. She quit her job as she was struggling with grief and we have been suffering with financial problems ever since. We have never been good with money but now we’re worse. Dad’s money was our main source of income.

As for my brother and me we struggle to support Mum as she refuses help. Me and Zack have school and seeing as I’m seventeen I work most nights to support us. Zack’s twelve and just started secondary school so he’s struggling along. We’re both having it tough but we don’t complain, we get on with it.

“I might go back to bed Willow, I’m not feeling too great today.” Mum mumbles getting up slowly from the table. “Can you and Zack sort yourselves out for school today?”

I nod. It’s the same as every other day. I’m left to do all the things Mum is supposed to do. I reach up to get a mug from the cupboard. I hear the door shut behind my Mum as she leaves the kitchen. I turn around and lean against the counter, cup in hand. It’s orange and has an image of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh on the front. Childish I know but who doesn’t love Tigger?

I spoon some strawberry milkshake powder into my mug and then add milk. Strawberry milkshake? Yes I live on the stuff. It’s heaven in a cup. Dad hated the stuff and always teased me that I was too old for it…

I miss Dad like crazy. My chest hurts every time I think of him and I have to fight back tears. I should be getting over my grief by now but when I’m alone sometimes it gets the better of me. I push the tears back and call Zack.

“Zack, breakfast!” I shout, my brothers not very good at listening to anything but the TV when it’s on.

After a few minutes he comes into the kitchen, looking like a zombie. He falls into a chair at the table and I shove a bowl and spoon in front of him. Sometimes I feel more like a mother to Zack than an older sister. I never used to before…