World Behind My Wall (A7X/The Rev)

Hey guys! This is my new story, quite obviously called World Behind My Wall, and it is yet another story about our beloved Jimmy! Surprise! Ahaha (: I just want to warn you now that there may be things in this story that offend some people. I want to make it clear that it is not my intention to offend anybody, so try not to take anything too personally because it is not directed at you, or meant to offend you. This story is purely fiction, and I do not own Avenged Sevenfold, I just own the characters I created myself and the story line. Anywho, have a nice day and happy reading! (: Wow... I just sounded like my fifth grade teacher... 

~A7X_ReverendPlague

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My name is Rylie Anastasia Spencer and I am an outcast. That's what I repeat to myself every morning while getting ready for school, staring back at that pitiful face in the mirror. Every morning, I repeat this and dread going to school. I dread seeing the faces of the people who laugh at me and pick on me, which is pretty much everyone. But at least I'm in senior year and I'll graduate, so I won't have to come back and most likely ever have to see those people again. At least I hope I won't see them again. 

Ok, so I have like, one friend. Her name is Grace, we've known each other forever and she's the one true friend who has stuck by my side since eighth grade, when everything went to shit. You'd think that because she hangs out with me, she'd get bullied like I do too, but no. Everybody pretty much loves her, and the one time I don't get bullied is when I'm with her. But this year, our schedules are way different, we only have homeroom and jazz band together, and then the only other time we see each other is at lunch. I don't ride the bus home ever, since middle school I've always been walking home, and there's a reason for that. 

When I was in eighth grade, you could consider me one of the populars. I had too many friends to count, but that all changed over night. Literally. One day, everything was fine. The next, people were looking at me weird and whispering this to each other when I walked by. My friends became stand-offish, and they too gave me weird looks and whispered things. Eventually they all ignored me and quickly passed by me. Even teachers acted strange around me. Then, it was when I started being bullied that I knew what happened. Someone had spread a rumour about me that I had sex with an older guy and got an STD. That wasn't true of course, I was absolutely, completely still a virgin, but it had already spread like wildfire and I made a complete fool of myself trying to get people to believe me. Everything just got worse, more rumours spread about me that were absolutely ridiculous, like that I'd forced a little boy into having sex with me. Who even does that!? That is the most repulsive one I've heard, I think. But the only person out of any of my friends who believed those things weren't true was Grace, and she was all I had to confide in. My dad's no help, my mom died when I was eleven. I've had multiple counselors, but nothing works. Nothing has gotten better since then, and rumours still go around about me today though they're not quite as bad, old and new, though some teachers at my high school know it's not true, which is nice. However, there are others that don't. I succumbed to self-harm in my freshman year, cutting is mostly the norm for me. My dad's a drunk who abuses me but I don't go cry to anyone about it and keep my mouth shut because the last thing I want is to be sent away to some home, even though it'd be away from here. Here is where Grace is, but here is also where the bullies are.

The bullies. They're everywhere, but there's four main bullies that I'm convinced are the most terrible, hellish people in the world. I truly think Satan sent them himself. I have classes with all but one of them, and they make every day miserable.

First, there's Matthew Charles Sanders. Everyone calls him Matt for short, and the guy has an obsession with owning every single Iron Maiden shirt in the world. He's a complete prick, always with some kind of amused expression on his face that contributes to someone's misery. He's known to knock my books out of my hands in the halls, or to wipe them clean off my desk at the end of class. He also tapes mean notes to my back for people to snicker at, and follow whatever cruel directions are on it. One time, he taped one on me that said, 'I'M A SLUT WHO LIKES HER ASS GRABBED!!' and so every guy ran up behind me and grabbed my ass. It was just one great day. Note the sarcasm there.