Black Veil Brides: A Secret Crisis **In Editing**

Chapter 2

When Wednesday finally rolled around, the second I woke up, I was already upset. Today was the day Andy would be gone, and gone for the rest of the week. Now the only person I would have to talk to is Mike, not that I'm complaining. I love Mike, and he loves me. Talking to the same person though, for almost four months, I might go insane.Then I will be put in a mental hospital.Then I won't be talking to anyone.

My alarm clock gave me a rude awakening, jolting me away from sweet dreams of Mike. I huffed and rolled over to hit the On/Off button. The annoying machine shut off and I rolled out of bed to begin my morning routine. I shuffled over to my closet and pulled out a gray graphic t-shirt with a jet black raven on the front. I knew I would get cold wearing only this t-shirt, so I grabbed a plain black hoodie and a pair of darkly colored skinny jeans, along with a red lace bra and matching panties. I continued my routine, shuffling down our dark hallway to the bathroom for a shower. I quietly shut the door, turned on the water, stripped down and jumped in.

Ten minutes later, I jumped out, dried myself off, got dressed and began to straighten my hair. My hair wasn't very thick, so the project only took about fifteen minutes. From there, I picked up my eyeliner and applied heavy rings around my tired eyes. When I declared myself ready for the public's eyes, I hung my towel up, threw my dirty clothes down the laundry chute and headed back down the hall to my room. I stuffed my book bag full of my textbooks, grabbed my phone and iPod from their chargers and shoved them into my hoodie pockets.

Cautiously, I walked downstairs and set my bag by the front door. I was actually ready early this time, so I had time to eat breakfast and pack a lunch, which I rarely do. Because of the fact I rarely ate breakfast or lunch, I only weighed about 100 pounds. No one, aside from me, knew this. Andy and Mike would lecture me on my weight, and how I needed to eat. My parents would just scream at me.

Just as I was finishing the last bite of my cereal, my dad walked into the kitchen. He was the last person I wanted to see this early in the morning. He looked me up and down, sleep still in his eyes, before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Why are you up so early?" He mumbled. Unlike him, I spoke my answer clearly.

"I don't know.. Just got up earlier today than usual, I guess.."

"Well, I don't like seeing that disease ridden face of yours so early. And why are you dressed semi normally today?" I looked myself up and down. I was wearing my hoodie over the raven shirt, and my skinny jeans. Trying to keep a steady temper, I replied.

"I don't know. I thought I'd dial it down for a day. I don't always dress.. Goth." Goth was the only word I could think of that made at least a little sense...Or that he would understand. Silence hung in the air for a moment before he mumbled another response.

"Good. You need to leave before your ass is late for school. Not like you need to be in anymore trouble." With that, he turned and trudged back upstairs. I waited until I hear their bedroom door shut before I moved from my spot.

I slid off of the stool and walked over to the sink, washing my dishes and putting them away. Then, I walked out of the kitchen, snatched up my book bag and left the house. As I walked down the driveway, I slung my bag over my shoulder and breathed in the chill morning air, picking up my pace.

The sun still hadn't risen, and wouldn't for about another hour or so. Like usual, I was stuck walking in the dark. It didn't bother me though. I had grown accustomed to the darkness, and I actually found some peace in the lack of light. The brisk morning air sent a chill down my spine, so I picked up my pace again. As I walked along, cars passed by me, which was nothing new. Until one decided to slow to a stop in front of me. My heart skipped a couple of beats, and my brain immediately jumped to the conclusion of "oh my God, I'm going to be kidnapped." I didn't care to find out who was in the car, I kept walking, acting like I never even saw the vehicle.