I'd Rather Die Than Be Famous (pierce the veil fan fiction)

~okay yes I know there will be some stuff in this story that isn't accurate and I know there will probably never be a girl in PTV but that's why it's called fan fiction. Ok well I hope you enjoy the story(:~

It was just a typical Thursday night. I was scrolling through my twitter while listening to music and sipping on a Pepsi.

When I first saw the post I was so shocked I spit soda everywhere and screamed. Then I heard my mothers footsteps. Great...

"What's wrong?!" She almost yelled. My mother overreacted a lot.

"P-P-Piercetheveilisholdingauditions!!" I screeched at her.

"What?! Slow down, Bree." She replied.

"Pierce the freaking veil is goin to hold auditions here in San Diego!! They want a female singer! And what am I?! A FEMALE SINGER!!!" I said smiling feeling happier than I had in a long time.

"So you want to audition?" She asked.

"Um YEAH!"

"I don't know Bree... If you make it... I'm just not sure i want you in a band. Your just so young."

"WHAT?! Come on mom please?! I probably won't even make just let me try out at least. Please?" I begged with my best puppy dog eyes paired with a pout.

"I'll think about it." She replied with her arms crossed. I tried to read her expression but she always did a good job at hiding her feelings.

"Well, I'll go and think about it but, in the meantime get started on cleaning this room. It's a total mess." She said.

My mom is very hard to understand. She is so over protective and never wants to let me do anything and when I want to go somewhere she has to ask a million questions. She hasn't even let me go to a concert yet and I feel so left out when my friends go. But she acts like she cares and is so protective but when my dad starts drinking and yells at me and hits me she doesent care at all. I used to cry for help when he beat me. I would scream "mommy please help! Mommy make it stop make him stop!!" But she would just look away and turn the tv on. So now, I just put up with it.

But I WAS going to that audition. I don't care what my mom to say about it. This could be my chance to get out of this hell hole. If I even made it but I probably wont. ************************************

Before bed that night I took a long look at myself in the mirror. My long, wavy brown hair hanging in my face. My large dark brown eyes. My high set cheekbones. My thick lips. Then, my eyes made their way to my arms. Disgusted with what I had just done I had to look away. Fresh cuts on my arms. My arms and legs were already covered in scars from self harm. I had stopped for about 3 months. But I just got so nervous my mother wouldn't let me go to the auditions or if I went I would embarrass myself. All I could think all night it "what if, what if, what if?" And I just needed it to calm me down but I just threw 3 months down the drain.

I slipped a pajama shirt over my head and stepped into a pair of old cotton shorts. Took my usual sleeping medicine, got in bed, put my headphones in, and put PTV on low. My nightly routine. I was listening to Stay Away From My Friends when I drifted off into a deep sleep.