Crystal Coma **In Editing**

Chapter 1

I ran up to my room after a hard day at school(only 1 more day of this hell), not even saying hi to CC. I shut my door and wished, once again, that I had a lock on my door, and blasted my new Black Veil Brides CD. It came out yesterday and I hadn't had a chance to listen to it yet. I put it in my CD player and turned it up all the way. This was why our neighbors hated CC and I, well mainly me. Or was it CC? I don't know. But CC was older, so he had the authority to do something about it but didn't, and I had just turned 19 about 2 weeks ago, so I was old enough to know that it wasn't right....Oh! Stupid me, you're probably wondering who CC is. I keep mentioning him, but you have no idea who he is. Well he is my older brother and the drummer for my favorite band, Black Veil Brides. And I'm not just saying they're my favorite because my brother is in it, but its because they truly are my favorite band. I love them. I sat down on my bed and listened to the new CD, full volume for a minute then got up and walked to my dresser. I lifted up the ceramic carousel on my dresser and pulled out the blade I had taped under it. I know, not a clever hiding place, but it was from my grandmother and no one but me was allowed to touch it but me. The little ceramic horses spun around a time or two, the music softly played a second, then I set it down. I walked to my bed and sat down. I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the 24 cuts on each arm. I hadn't cut for a week, so they had slightly faded. I traced my fingers over them and placed the blade on my skin. I let it dance wildly, telling a story. Pouring my emotions into my crimson blood, then the emotion-filled crimson drops dripping down onto my blood red(thank God for that) bed quilt. Soon, I had finished the CD and was now sitting in silence. Then, my brother's loud, semi-obnoxious, voice broke my thoughts.

"Criss! Time for dinner! Come on!" I waited a second. My cuts were slow, making sure every centimeter bled. It took a few seconds, about 10 or so for each cut and I was only on my 19th cut on my right arm. I had already added 22 to my other arm. Now I needed to finish. I heard CC's voice again.

"Crystal!! Were are you!!! Get down here!" He was getting annoyed now. I hated when he was annoyed more than anything because I knew that I had disappointed him once again.

I hurried, finishing my last cut, as CC yelled up to me once more "Crystal dammit! Dinners ready, where the fuck are you???? Get your ass down here before I come up there and get you!!!!" Now he was pissed, dammit, I waited too long. I jumped up and ran to the carousel on my dresser and tipped it up, then placed the blade back underneath. I ran into the bathroom in my room and washed my arm for about another minute. Make that 46 now, after adding another 22 to each arm. I was kind of OCD when it came to this. I had to have the same number of cuts on each arm. I heard footsteps on the stairs and my door handle turned. I turned off the water and whipped around, my arms behind my back, pulling my sleeves down, trying not to wince at the fresh cuts on my arms that still bled. Good thing my jacket was black too.

"Crystal, God. Haven't you heard me calling you? Dinners ready. Come down stairs and eat." He said in an annoyed tone, still slightly pissed. He walked out of my room, leaving my door open. I spun around and pulled my sleeves up, washing the cuts again. I pulled gauze out of the medicine cabinet and unraveled it, wrapping it around my arms. My cuts hadn't bled that much, but still a little. I finished wrapping the gauze around my arm and put it back in the cabinet. I closed it, pulled my sleeves down and hurried downstairs before CC walked into my room again, which he could do considering I never heard his heavy footsteps going quickly down the stairs, so he was probably either waiting outside my room or in his room getting something from his. Sure enough, as I walked quickly out of my room, I collided with CC, knocking us both over. I laughed and so did he. He got up and helped me up, grabbing me around my wrists, were I had just cut. I tried not to flinch but I think I failed epically. Hopefully CC didn't notice, he wasn't very observant. I walked downstairs in front of CC and into the kitchen. He had made hamburgers(he was always a really good cook) and sat down. He put a plate in front of me, then in front of his spot on the table and sat down. We ate the burgers fairly quickly and then had seconds. He always made four burgers, 2 for each of us, 3 for him if I didn't want to eat. We put our plates in the dish washer and sat down to watch TV. Before he could grab the remote, I lunged forward and grabbed it, sliding over the coffee table and landing on the floor. He groaned.

"Crysstaaaaalllll. 1. You know how much I hate you doing that. 2. I've asked you a million times not to do it and 3. I don't wanna watch NCIS again!!!"

I smiled and said "I know, thats why I do it, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not going to listen and I know. Thats why I'm going to put it on." I smiled evilly and flipped on the TV, getting ready to turn to turn to the station I knew NCIS would be on. But before I could punch in the numbers, I felt someone pick me up and throw me across the coffee table, landing on the couch. I had dropped the remote when CC threw me. I tried jumping forward and getting the remote from CC because I knew he would turn on The Big Bang Theory, something I hated and he did too. He just put it on to annoy me. He turned it on and put the remote on the top of the stand that the TV was set in. The stand was like 6'5 and I was only about 5'0. I couldn't reach that high, but CC could. I jumped up and tried to get it, but I couldn't reach it and CC only stood back and watched my feeble attempts at trying to get it. I finally gave up and slumped down on the floor. I buried my face in a pillow that was on the floor from when I jumped across the coffee table and listened to the laugh track on the show.

Eventually a commercial came on and I shouted through the pillow "Finallyy! Something better than that stupid show!"

CC said "Don't worry. I'm changing it. I can't stand this show anymore anyways." I heard the channel change, but to another show that CC likes and I still hate. It was on Animal Planet, I knew that much. I just didn't know the actual name. I listened to the show, my face still in the pillow.

The tv turned up and I groaned and shouted "CC!!! Turn the TV down!!! Or turn on NCIS!!! I don't want to listen to this shit!!!"

"No...Now you know how I feel!" He said, amused. I groaned again and heard snickers. Then, I felt someone grabbing me around the waist and picking me up, but the hands were too large to be CC's. I freaked out and screamed.

CC said "Ok, hands off my little sister Ash." Wait, Ash? As in Ashley? Ashley Purdy, the bassist of Black Veil Brides??? Black Veil Brides, the band that saved my life? I flipped over and saw the guys around me, snickering. I laid on the floor, dumbfounded. I didn't even hear them come in! I stared at them, shocked. Ashley squatted down next to me and waved a hand in front of my face.

"Helloo? Earth to Crystal?" I snapped back to reality and Ashley helped me up. The guys introduced them selves and I hugged them. I sat down in between CC and Ashley, who slowly worked his arm around my shoulder.

I kept blushing like mad and when CC noticed, he moved Ashley's arm away and snapped "ASHLEY! Enough, that's my little sister! Go find someone else who's not Crystal!"

I rolled my eyes and so did Ashley, who said "Chill dude." It was silent after that and Ashley kept making moves on me. Such as lightly using his index finger to draw patterns on my thigh or hand, which was turning me on and making me blush still, and he knew it. Every now and then, CC would glare at him and Ashley would momentarily stop. Then, when CC looked away, he would continue.

It got to be about 10 or 11 pm and CC said "Criss, its getting late and you still have school tomorrow, go to bed." I groaned and got up, saying goodnight to CC and the guys, then heading up to bed. I would take a shower tomorrow. I got in short shorts and a tank top, then set my alarm and crawled under my covers. I heard someone walk into my room, but I was too tired to open my eyes and see who it was.