Tony P.O.V
-2 days earlier-
I was asleep on the tour bus waiting for us to stop somewhere soon. We were headed on a road trip while we were off tour, everyone wanted to start in Oregon. I agreed so here we are almost to Oregon in our bus which thankfully has the bunks in it.
Someone was shaking me, I rolled over on my side but they kept shaking me, eventually pulling me off my bed.
"what?" I asked groggily siting up from the floor. It was Mike, he had a smile on his face and said "Dude, we just arrived in Oregon" I smiled back and got up off the floor. We walked towards the front of the bus, everyone was watching Star Wars. I gasped in fake pain and said "So you would rather watch Star Wars without me than wake me up?" Everyone laughed and I grabbed a seat on the floor watching the rest of the movie with them.
The sun was setting and it looked amazing over all the mountains and hills. Everyone said we should stop for the night, so we are at the first rest stop we saw and decided to chill down for a while and relax. It was the beginning of summer and everything felt right; the breeze was warm but cool and you could see the stars clearly out here. I thought to myself how lucky some of these people are to see the stars most every night.
Bailey P.O.V
(also 2 days earlier)
It has been three weeks since my best friend left to go live in Canada with her idol. God how I missed her. She was the only thing that was keeping me sane and not destroying myself. She's the only one who knew what kind of family I had and she let me stay at her house when things got worse. My family was broken and I was the child who always got blamed for everything. My self control to not hurt myself was thinning fast. I already had deep scars on both of my forearms and other places. I always hid my scars and knives so nobody would know the sickening truth.
It was summer and I knew the heat would soon be unbearable.
I was sitting at the kitchen table writing in an old notebook I owned and I heard the slam of a door and a deep voice yelling "Bailey! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!" If I didn't know better I would have told him to fuck off but last time things didn't turn out well. I walked slowly into the living room and saw my stepdad standing in the middle of the room holding a studded belt with an angry look on his face. I knew something bad was about to happen, I was the only one here and that means harsher beatings. He yelled "WHY THE FUCK DID I FIND THESE IN THE BATHROOM LAST NIGHT?!!" he was holding the razor I stole from my art class on the last day of school along with a long sharp hunting knife. I simply told him that I didn't know, then the belt went right across my face knocking me backwards into the arm of the couch. I rose slowly trying not I cry and stood my ground. He was furious at me and grabbed me by the hair and locked me into the closet near the kitchen. With the smell of alcohol on his breath he said "Don't try pulling that off again or I will make you wish you cut deeper"
I sat in the closet shaking and on the verge of tears. I gently felt my face where the belt had made contact and winced in pain. I let the tears fall freely down my cheeks in anger and frustration. I felt around in the closet until I found the small patch of carpet I cut and hollowed out and hid a knife in. I took out the knife and sadly smiled at it, I took the knife and made a deep cut onto my side by my ribs. It didn't take long until I felt the blood start flowing down my skin and soaking my black skinny jeans.
I awoke still in the closet with the knife in my hand and dried blood on my arm and pants. I slowly got up and tried the door; it was unlocked which meant my sister was home from her trip. I cautiously opened the door and saw sun piercing the curtains making it feel more like a cage than it normally does.
