My vamprie. (Colby Brock fan fic)

Unknowing Suprises

(Valentine Valentino? I fear I ate down.)

SPELLING MISTAKES.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTION OF SH NOT DETAILED, MENTION OF ABUSE, MENTION OF HARMFUL WORD USAGE, MENTION OF BEING BEAT UP, MENTION OF DEATH, MENTION OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE NOT DETAILED, MENTION AND DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD, MENTION OF SCARS, MENTION OF SA, AND MENTION OF BULLYING

this is your only warning!

if you or anyone you know is struggling please text or call a hotline or talk to a friend. Talking about it lifts it off your chest and you will find help. 

Valentines POV 

I woke up to the sound of screaming. "Val! Valentine Valentino wake the fuck up!" I groaned as I sat up just to get a pillow to the face. "Val seriously, your a DEAD sleeper. Actually fucking dead." Katrina giggled as she sat down next to me. 

Kat has been my best friend since freshman year, nasty rumors got spread about me and I was called a slut, whore, literally everything in the book. And the way I dressed didnt help me at all. I was a cheerleader but I also would dye my hair, and wear mostly black clothes so I was always called emo. 

Why can't people express themselves through the way they dress without getting bullied? Anyways, one day some girls jumped me, I was only 90 pounds and 4'10 and they were around 110 and 5'6 - 6'0 so they were pretty tall girls. 

Afterwards I was all bloody and bruised, Kat found me and helped me out. She taught me how to fight and stand up for myself. When mom died Kat was my only friend so she helped me so much. Dad became abusive after mom died and my brother left. 

I started self harming after my mom died. One time I ended up in the hospital, I got a good beating from dad about that one. When Kat found out I was hurting myself she stepped in and saved me. I literally wouldn't be here without her. 

One day dad wasn't home, he was either at a club or bar and I finally had enough I wrote a letter to him explaining how it was his fault, his abuse, and how emotionally absent he is, and how much of a horrible father he is. 

After that I wrote a letter to my older brother, telling him how sucky its been since he left, and how much I love and miss him. 

Then, I texted Kat. I told her how greatful I was for her, how she was the reason I held on as long as I did, and how much I love her. Little did I know she was 5 minutes away, riding her bike to my house. 

So after the text I sent her I took my blade and attempted to commit suicide. Kat ran into my house, up the stairs, and slammed open the bathroom door to see me half awake on the floor. She stiched me up, bangaged my arm, and cleaned up all of the blood. She saved me, and I owe her my life. 

Anyways back to now!

"What is so important that you interupted my beauty sleep for?" I asked with a yawn. 

"Well, I want you to come over for a sleepover, but we are also throwing a party tonight and I wanted you to come." She looked, desperate. 

I sighed "Sure fine, when is it?" I asked.

"It started at "8:00, but ends at 12:00 or 1:00" She explained, damn thats a very long party...

"Fine. What time is it right no- AHHH!" I began took look for my phone before my eyes landed on my clock. 

"It's seven!? I've been sleeping for more than 12 hours!" I screeched. 

"1. OW MY EARS. 2. Yes ma'am you have been sleeping like the people seven feet under." She giggled, I threw a pillow at her and told her it wasn't funny.