My brother is who from black veil brides?

Chapter 1

A/N: This story was originally published on November 14, 2014. I decided to unpublished and edit this story since there were a lot of mistakes and errors. Hoping everyone loves this new version of the story. So, one with the first chapter.

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Chapter one

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The lights on the stage changed and the lightening to the room went dark and a group came onto the stage. It was the first concert that I have ever been to.

They walk out on stage and I'm standing there. Watching them perform. There was a loud crash. I woke up and realized that it was a dream. The same dream I've been having since the death of my brother. He died three years ago in a car accident. Getting up I looked around and realized my stupid cat, who I named Monster-Anna, had knocked over a box that was full of old stories that I had written.

My name is Crystal Knight and if you call me Crystal I would be pissed off and I just might hit you or something of that nature. The name might be Crystal, but I like to be called Ry. Yeah, I know it's strange but don't ask why.

My mother loves me and all but after the death of my older brother everything changed. It was like I was forgotten after he had died. How he died was when he decided to go drinking one night with his friends. He knew I didn't like him hanging out with his friends one bit. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to me because something happened hours before he was drinking and got into his truck and decided to race one of the guys. His truck flipped over, and he was dead.

The night that he had died was the same night that I found out I was adapted. And the next day was my birthday. I didn't know what to do. I was numb and I locked myself away. I started to listen to music, music like black veil brides, asking Alexandria, blood on the dance floor, sleeping with sirens, panic at the disco and finally my chemical romance. There are other bands that I love to listen to, but I can't seem to name them all.

It's been 3 years since I lost my brother and 4 years since I found out that I was adopted. Everything was fine within the first year. But when my brother died it turned. Before my brother died, he made me promise him that no matter what happens in our future that I would seek out my biological parents. My adoptive mother also made me promise that as well. Yet once my brother died me and my mother grew apart.

I am now twenty-one and looking for my bio family. The ones who gave me up. I would like to know why they gave me away. I've been looking for them for over a year now, the reason why was because my mother is sick, we talked things out the last yet and we grew back to being closer than we were before. She apologized and we talked things out. She gave me my birth certificate and told me to go find my biological family. I was twenty years old when I started to look for them. Now I'm twenty-one and still had no luck until this morning when I received a phone call from the adoption agency.

"Hello this is Crystal; my I ask who is calling?"

"Yes, well my name is Marcy. I have found your birth parents, and they would love to meet with you. They told me to ask you to meet them at a local cafe around four this afternoon."

I opened my day planner to make sure I didn't have any class this afternoon, When I noticed that I had no classes I then looked to see what time it was and realized it was only nine am.

"Yes, that would be lovely. Can you please call them back and let them know that I will meet them." I hung up the phone and looked at my cat with a sad smile.

Of course, Marcy told me the name of the cafe. It was the cafe I have been going to just do on my schoolwork. It was quiet and they had free Wi-Fi and even though I could afford Internet and phone my house could be loud with my mother, nephew and my sister-in-law. I've been working at a clothing store. It pays okay but not enough, and my mother decided to get the tv, phone and Wi-Fi for the house. But I didn't live with her, even though she wanted me to move back in. I also didn't like the fact that my mother had to pay for the things I needed so I could finish college. But I'm being stubborn, decided to work and go to college at the same time and all my money was gone in the blink of an eye. I love my job because I can wear the clothes that I like if I stay within the dress code. The downside of the job was that it didn't pay well, and I was in the market looking for a new job.

Jumping into the shower and when I'm done, I pulled out my blue-Ish purple eye shadow put that on. Then I take out my black eyeliner and put it on thick, hey I don't dress emo or punk or whatever I dress strange. Pulling on my clothes I look at myself in the mirror trying to see what I want to do with my hair. Looking in the mirror I checked out my clothes and noticed that I was wearing black leggings with a black shirt with rips on the sleeves.

I looked nice. Pulling my hair over my head I start bushing through my hair and then parting it on the right so you can see the blue and purple in my hair. I pulled on my boots and looked at myself one last time. Damn I look good. I guess the way I dress is strange after all. Checking the time, I noticed it was only 11am. Well time to head to the cafe to get some college homework done and to meet my real parents and then guess I should stop by and see my little nephew.

Oh, my little nephew is my brother's only child. After my brother died, his girlfriend couldn't handle his death and seeing her son. She signed all rights over to my mother and me. I was happy but the only time I see his mother is once every month of the year. She would always say that she loved him and that her little boy reminded her too much of him and that she wanted to go back to school and change her life around.

After two years of being away from her son she had decided to come and live with my mother and her little boy. Two years was long enough for her to get over the death of my brother, me on the other hand, I was still dealing with everything that happened.

Walking to the cafe I heard my phone ring. I answered and said, "Hey mom."

"Hey, I was wondering if I, Kate and Damon can come hangout with you around four."

"I can't today. I found my birth parents. They want to meet me, yet I am scared about meeting them and I don't really want to go alone. I mean I want to meet them, and I know I must do this alone, but I'm scared. Can you come to the cafe and then at 3:50pm move to another table please?"

It was quiet on the phone and then she started crying as she said, "I'm so happy for you. Yes, we we'll be there. We have to go to the doctors, but we'll be there and then we can talk."

When we hung up, I felt happy and sad because my family might get bigger and also at the same time, I was scared because of the fact that they might not accept me.