True Colours - All Time Low

Rain was a 19 year old sixth-form student studying in Britain; where she had lived for all of her life. She was what some people would call 'Dark', 'Emo' and 'Depressed'. In fact, that's what they did call her. No body tended to like Rain. She didn't exactly fit in with anyone at school, or anywhere else, to be honest. That was up until she saw someone on Tumblr a while ago.

He was perfect.

Much alike her, he had pale skin, dark, black hair, two black snakebites pierced across his lips and a nose ring. Their eyes, however, were completely different. While Rain was given bright, blue eyes, Myccah (pronounced Me-K-Uh) had stunning chocolate brown orbs.

In the background of the picture of him, she saw two posters. One of them a 'You Me At Six' poster and the other being one of 'Fall Out Boy' - two of her favourite bands. She also noticed the top he was wearing had Blink-182's logo on it - another of her favourite bands. She could feel herself becoming giddy with anticipation.

She instantly fancied him, without knowing any detail about him other than his looks and three bands he liked. 'No, Rain! You don't know him!' she shunned herself. How could she have let herself do such a thing? He probably didn't even live on the same side of the world. Again, she shunned herself, ashamed over what she had done. Anyway, even if she was living near him, he wouldn't like her. She didn't even know how old he was!

After a long mental debate, she decided that she would message him. Not a full on 'Hey, I think you're cute asdfghjkl', though. Just a simple 'Hi, I'm Rain.' Her finger hovered over the mouse as she hesitated to click send. 'Why am I doing this?' she thought, 'It's not as if he's going to reply. Even if he does, what will it matter? What will I do afterward?'. Her finger slammed the mouse button and her message was sent. She thought it was useless to try, but, hey, you'll never win if you don't compete.

She walked to her bedside table, picking up the photo frame amongst the deep, blood red roses. It was of her and a previous best friend, Mikey. Mikey was everything to Rain. They would always have jamming sessions, him on drums and vocals, with her on electric (sometimes acoustic) and vocals. But since Mikey passed away, she had been too self conscious and sad to start singing or play guitar again.

She used to be a bubbly, happy, fun person until that fateful day. Always the one to smile constantly and make people laugh of they were down, but the tables had turned. Any one that she was friends with eventually started to ignore her and drift away, fed up with her lack of communication and happiness. After six months or so, everyone was gone. She was fourteen at the time; a few weeks until her fifteenth birthday.

By her previously mentioned birthday, she had changed completely. Her hair was dyed black, bangs covering her eyes. She was wearing more black makeup and she didn't smile; no body was there to see it. She was getting thinner from lack of wanting food and she had modified her school uniform to make it more dark. She discovered new bands, replacing McFLY and Taylor Swift with My Chemical Romance and All Time Low, for example, and pinned badges of their logos to her new plain black bag and black blazer.

People started to bully her, but only verbally. She couldn't tell anyone because she couldn't prove that it was happening, and even if she could, then the pain would get physical. A year or two afterwards, it did. People would punch, kick and slap her. They would call out things such as 'Slag', 'Whore', 'Bitch' and more (hey, that rhymes! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it;D sorry, I had to). Rain would run up her driveway after the bus had dropped her off, beaten and bruised, sprint to her room, jump on the bed and cry. She ripped all of her toys off her bed and into the bin, ripping all old photographs of her old friends off her wall, breaking down in hysterics.

Every night, Rain ran to her en suite bathroom to grab her broken razor and slit her wrists once or twice. Though, if she was really stressed out, then she would cut up to 10 times. She wasn't proud of it, but it felt right. Like when she was playing music, it felt like it was home. She felt at peace. Tears would spring to her eyes as she brought back memories. Memories of her old friends. Memories of Mikey. Memories of happiness. That would tend to make her cut deeper.

It was wrong. No one of her age, or any age, really, should have had to have gone through such pain, but she endured it. People tried to help her; well, that was if they knew. Which no one did. She would occasionally call into various radio stations and tell her story under fake names as it was one of her ways of ventilation, but that was it.

Her parents did not know, but they had their suspicions. Not that they cared, anyway. Rain despised her parents, but it was a mutual feeling. She was a mistake. A drunken mistake. She didn't even know who or where her dad was. Her mother wasn't that bad. Well, until she was fifteen, anyway. For most of the time, Rain was ignored, but if her mother, Britney, acknowledged her daughter, she would just scream at her constantly, occasionally pulling Rain's hair.

Rain was a broken girl.

Hey hey!;D

If you know me as an author, then you're probably thinking, "Another book? You've barely started the others, broseph." Or something. Well, yeah. I've been reading for a while and realised THERE AREN'T ENOUGH ATL FICS. GOSH. So I decided to write one ^.^

After this, chapters will be in first person, because I suck at third:P

See you next chapter!