Make Me a Promise here Tonight // Vic Fuentes ✘

All is Good, We Close Our Eyes. They All Except the Lie.

"Did you keep your promise?"

That was the sentence that had me going to a flashback of when it all started; the day I first met Pierce The Veil.

It all started back in 2008, me being 16. I had just turned 16 actually, and the reason I was here at this show was because it was a birthday present to myself. Stupid, I know. But, I had no one else to care about me. I mean, I had my mom and all.........but she overall didn't care enough to actually get me anything or even say "happy birthday". She thought that was a waist of time. Whatever. It's not like her and I ever communicate anyway and I'm just so glad I'll be moving out real soon. Well, not real soon. I was actually planning on running away if you want to be technical.

I had this serious problem with not caring enough about life. It's almost like it's become a habit since I really have nothing to cherish anyway and I'm just like, "why do I want to live a life that has no purpose? One that has no meaning and will never get better." That, my friends, is the mouth of a suicidal doubter. I'm not afraid to admit that's what I was (even though I hate that) It's who I was. I remember that very day so vividly................

~~~flashback to 4 years ago~~~

I excitedly waited in line as it was soon my turn to meet the Pierce The Veil. I had waited for this moment ever since they first started to get a little popular and grew on from there; along with my love for them. (And maybe a slight crush on Vic...)
Not even paying attention to reality, I didn't realize it was my turn already until someone shook their hand in front of my face and cut me from my thoughts. And there stood before me, was the lovely Vic Fuentes. Ladies and gentlemen, I can now die of happiness. I didn't know how to react so I just stared at his adorable face in shock. He chuckled at my reaction, now starting to speak and his voice sounded like what angels sing as you enter the golden gates of heaven itself. "Are you alright?" I took it all in. I took in the moment and decided it be best if I clean up my act and make this memorable. I nodded quickly as a response, my eyes going wide at the reality of it all and he chuckled again. His adorable laugh, and smile. Ough! He's too perfect.
"What's your name, darling?" He asked, and my stomach filled with butterflies when he called me 'darling'. He probably calls everyone else that, right? Well.....ya know....the girls.
"Uh......Melody. Melody Starling," I said, my voice slightly shaky considering I was standing like......five feet away from him.
He smiled at the mention of my name. "Well, that is a beautiful name, Melody. It's nice to meet you. Can I sign anything for you or take a picture?" He asked, just like he asks all the other fans.
"Sure," I smiled. "I don't really have anything for you to sign so......maybe one of my bracelets will do?" I said, looking down at my wrists that were covered in thick, rubber bracelets. He nodded. "Okay, that sounds great. Which one would you like me to sign?"
"Just pick whichever one you like," I said, smiling brightly at him and he returned the smile, nodding and looking down at my wrists that were starting to itch from all the heavy bracelets. Me being an idiot........I had to wear them. I just had to be an idiot.
I forgot about the very reason I wear all the bracelets in the first place as I was meeting Vic, but I was slapped in the face full on by reality when he moved a chunk of my bracelets apart, leaving a good amount of my wrist bare. There in the open for his eyes to see, was my stupid, waisted, wrist that I mutilated myself. I'm not going to blame other's for my cutting. It was all me. It bothers me when people say, "look at my scars! I cut myself because of you!" I never understood why people would do or say that. But then again, I'm just as much as an idiot.
Panic rose in the pit of my stomach when his eyebrows furrowed lightly and he took a better look at my now exposed wrist. Once he saw correctly, his expression softened and he looked up at me, still gently grasping my wrist in his hand. I began to feel uncomfortable with the bracelets so open like that, so I reached to pull them back over and he allowed me to, realizing my embarrassment.
"Melody..........your wrists and whole body are so beautiful. So innocent and pure. Why would you mutilate your precious, God given body?" He asked, and I knew right then and there that this was upsetting him. I shook my head, looking away.
"Melody.........can you promise me something? Make a special promise.......just for me?"
This made me look back to meet his brown orbs and I nodded, indicating I was listening.
"Promise me, that by the next time I see you, you will not have a single other scar, and that you won't cut yourself ever again. Please promise this, for me."
That sentence made me want to cry, but I was happy. Making this promise to Vic could actually help with all of my self-harming problems. I would feel confident and strong once again. I would feel like someone actually cares.
Vic Fuentes cares.
"I..........yes. I promise that to you. I promise that next time I see you, I won't have a single new scar, and I will have thrown away all my razors," I said, our eyes connecting and he looked proud. "I promise I won't cut myself. Ever again," I whispered and he embraced me in a hug. "And remember that I care. I really do care for you because if I didn't, I wouldn't have made you make that promise," he whispered into my hair. He pulled away and looked at me. "But, I want to make sure that this isn't just a in the moment thing. I want you to be serious with me when you say that you won't ever cut again. It's a lot to ask from you, but I know you can do it. For me." I nodded.

"I promise."

~~~end of flashback~~~

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe he actually recognized or remembered me after four years. That's a long time. After all the fans he's met over these years, he remembered me immediately as if he'd been waiting for this moment where he can ask that single question that made me want to puke.

"Did you keep your promise?"

I was taken aback as that was the very first thing he said to me.

And, I didn't know how to answer him. I couldn't lie. I just.........couldn't.

The world stopped and the only thing I could hear was my own heart beating rapidly inside my chest.

"Melody. Melody, are you okay?" His now faint voice asked. I just sat there. What do I do? I failed. I failed him. I should have never come again. I should have never come.

Tears started to pour from my eyes and it wasn't going to stop. I think my actions spoke loud enough because I felt his presence getting closer. And then he finally spoke again.

"Melody.........I'm still here for you." His voice was soft as he made his way over to me, wrapping my now shaking body from the sobs in his comforting arms. I felt so safe. So loved. And I've never felt that way with anyone else before.

"I-I broke m-my promise, Vic. I-I broke it," I cried into his chest and he swayed me side to side and shushed my uncontrollable sobs.

"Shh. It's okay, I'm here. I'm here for you, darling. We all are," he said, gesturing for Mike, Jaime and Tony to join the hug and they did with no hesitations.

"I'm....s-so sorry. So sorry," I whispered into his chest as we just sat there in a group hug. I knew that whatever fans were still there had to be taking photos or videoing this. I honestly wasn't very comfortable with that, but I wasn't going to make a big deal out of something that doesn't matter in the first place.

The guys backed away after they each told me something encouraging to lift up my spirits.

Yes, I'm now 20 years old, but that doesn't mean life doesn't suck on a daily basis. You don't just have certain problems in high school. Some stay for what seems like a lifetime. That's how I felt. Every time I'd cut myself I'd get so upset because I don't want this for myself but it's now a habit. It's a habit to think suicidal thoughts. Suicidal actions. It's a habit.

"Melody, would you like to come back to the bus with me? I'd love to talk with you," Vic offered with hopeful eyes that I just couldn't deny.

Should I go back with him? Half of me screams "yes!" but the other half says I need to keep things to myself like I always have. It's my business, not anyone else's. But I've broke my promise to him that meant so much to both of us. I should at least be cooperative.

"Okay," I said, nodding my head and tucking some hair behind my ear along with wiping away my freshly shed tears.

He smiled, looking like he had to hold himself back from celebrating the fact that I agreed. "Guys, why don't you greet the very last of these fans and Melody and I will.....be in the bus," he said, and they all nodded.

"Alright, man," Mike said, greeting the rest of the extremely excited fans that personally made my head hurt from how loud, happy and annoying they were.

"Come with me, Melody," Vic said, gently grabbing my hand and pulling me to their bus. I followed him like a lost puppy.

A broken, lost puppy that didn't know her way around.....anything......anymore.