I sat crouched behind the dumpster in the dark alley facing away from where my parents parked the car. Tears were streaming down my once war painted face. It was the last straw what she said to me in there. She crossed the edge and all I could do was cry. I told her to leave, to leave me here in this foreign place, alone. I was unsure whether or not she really did though.
The emotions in my tears were to hard to bare. I slam the back of my phone onto the ground and draw out the razor from the dirt it fell in. I pause holding it next to my just healed skin. I drop it and tear open my Black Veil Brides bag that was next to me. I grab my notebook and fly it open to an empty page. The pen feels powerless as I grab it out of my bag and hover over the page, wanting to express my emotions. I start to write, recalling the concert I was just at, remembering how Andy said to be creative instead. I reach the bottom of the page and write Written in Blood on the top of the page as the title.
More tears fall out of my red eyes as everything around me sinks in. I read over my lyrics and think to myself how crappy they are, and in a fit of rage I pick up the blade from the dirt once more and stab my notebook, dragging it towards the bottom. I drop it to it's home in the dirt and hunch over myself trying to silence my pain. It doesn't work.
In my mind I try to restrain my self, but in my heart I know I didn't try to hard. I reached down into the dirt were the razor laid to rest and pick it up in my trembling hands. I hold it less than a centimeter away from my bracelets. I sit it down on my notebook and take off my bracelets, throwing them into my bag. I grab it once more and hold it softly against my skin.
It falls down to the dirt out of my trembling hand once more. The tears build as I realized what I've become and it angers me. I grab the sharp oject from the ground once more but this time it jabs through me, piercing my fragile skin. I push harder than I ever have before. The blade falls to the dirt as my reality blurs out to nothing and I crash to the ground.
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Andy's Little Angel
FanfictionShe listened to music, it was her only escape. She loved 3 bands, one was by fate. She found their lovely music, just before it was too late. So here it is, according to date. She had no hope, so she carved away. She had tears that fell, nearly ever...
