You'll be alright, as long as I'm not. (Pierce the Veil)

You'll be alright, as long as I'm not.

It's 6:50 a.m. and I wake up. It's so early but I can't block the light that pours into my room. I hate it, I just wish I could sleep in for once. It's Saturday and it's almost May. Schools almost out and it's about the only thing that motivates me at this point. Well, the fact that schools almost over and Pierce the Veil is going to be in St. Louis on May 2nd. Life is pretty crappy at the moment. My band mate quit, my BEST friends have abandoned me, My mom wants to move again, I never see my dad, one of my friends died, everyone hates me, and I don't know how I'm still here. I feel so alone and empty. My hearts broken from the death of a friend and there's no way to mend it. Sure, life goes on, it gets "better", but I just don't feel it. I just wasn't meant for this..

          I finally get out of my bed and head upstairs. My blond hair is a tangled mess and my blue eyes are surrounded by raccoon makeup. I didn't make it look like that, I just never took off my makeup from the day before. After laying in bed for half an hour I'm hungry and decide to eat breakfast. I always hate eating when other people are in the kitchen. I just feel so fat all the time. Everyone says I'm not fat, but I'm 135 pounds and only 5'1. They should just all stop lying and tell the truth. As I poor myself some cereal, my mom walks into the kitchen.

"Good Morning. How'd you sleep last night?"

"Um, good, I guess. I can never sleep in." I reply.

I take my bowl and go into the living room to eat it. I eat within 10 minutes so I just turn on my favorite video from YouTube. "Pierce the Veil funny moments". I don't know why, but it just makes me so happy! I don't know why I have grown on to this band. I kind of just shrug it off though and go along with it. It makes me a little happy so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Which won't be much longer.

          I take a shower and throw on some clothes. I'm wearing my favorite blue jeans and a regular black shirt. I slip on my red, sparkly Vans and wait for my friend to show up. Her name is Laura. She has the same style as me. Skinny jeans, band shirts, and Vans. She's a great friend but sometimes I can't help but get annoyed by her sometimes. I can't help that I'm picky. She's fun to be with though.

           She finally arrives at 12:37 p.m. She rings the doorbell and I open the door and she's already halfway to my bedroom when she starts talking.

"Omg, Savannah! You're going to see Jaime, Tony, Mike, and Vic in person! How are you not going crazy?!"

"I don't know.. I mean, sure, they are awesome people and they make amazing music that saves people everyday but.."

"BUT WHAT?"

" They're human just like us. The only difference is that they're known by WAY more people and they create amazing music. I'm happy to see them live but I'm not going to fan girl over it."

"Yeah right. You probably dance around like a crazed fan, singing along as loud as you can when no one is here!"

"Yes, Laura. That's exactly what I do!!"

We both start laughing and she mocked me a little more before we settled on the bed.

"So do you get to meet them??" Laura asked.

"I don't know. We may be able to. I hope so!!" I basically screamed.

"I'm so jealous. Hahaha, I wish I could go but they sold out."

"Yeah, I'll take lots of pictures for you though!!"

We hung out until 6 and then she had to go home for dinner. I was left alone to think by myself. And that night I decided, through deep thought, I would kill myself a week after the concert. I would have fun, give myself one last night to live to the fullest. I would see the people who have kept me holding on 'til now. I mean, what does it matter if I die?