My Saviors (A Black Veil Brides Fanfiction)

Hiding

"GOOD MORNING LOS ANGELES! IT IS 4:30 IN THE MORNING AND--!" I punched my alarm clock, forcing it to stop screaming at me. I rolled out of my bed and walked like a zombie down to the kitchen. I grabbed all the cleaning supplies. I cleaned the bathrooms, windows, floors and carpets. I finished and I went up to my room and blindly grabbed my only pair of pants and one of my five shirts. I laid them on my bed and went back down to the kitchen and looked at the clock-5:10. My family would be down soon. I made them breakfast every morning and made dinner when I got home, if I was allowed to go to school that day.

I set bacon, eggs, pancakes and hash browns on the table, along with orange juice, milk and coffee. I set the table placing's. I finished just as I heard them coming down the stairs. It was 6:15. I ran back to the kitchen and cleaned all the dishes. I went back out into the dining room and they were all there.

"Oh look, it's the little bitch," My brother Tommie said, laughing. My two other brothers laughed with him. Tommie was 16, Tyler was 18 and so was Justin, they were twins. My mom just glared at me and my dad was too busy stuffing his face to acknowledge me.

"Did you want anything?" My mom snapped.

"May I be allowed to shower today, Ma'am?" I asked, not making eye contact. I wasn't allowed to call my parents 'mom' or 'dad', nor my brothers by their names. They were all 'Sir', except my mother, she was 'Ma'am'. I haven't showered in two weeks, nor have I gone to school in that time. I use the family laptop when everyone is asleep to keep up with everyone at school. I email teacher's assignments and they email me videos of them teaching. They think I have a really bad immune system and am sick all the time, and that would also explain why I was literally skin and bones.

"I suppose so, you smell like shit," She said with a taunting voice. My brothers chuckled.

"Thank you for your kindness, Ma'am," I said and ran out of the room. I quickly stripped out of the black shorts and tank top that I had worn to bed and got in the shower. I quickly washed myself, ignoring the iciness of the water; they only gave me five minutes, and I wasn't allowed hot water. I finished just as the water turned off. I got out and dried off. I left my brown hair down; there wasn't much else I could do with it. Mother had gotten mad and had ripped my hair out four months ago. The scabs had finally healed, and my hair was down to my ears. I changed into my black skinnies-well, they are supposed to be skinny, but they hang loose on me, I'm so skinny. I put on my plain, long-sleeved grey shirt and went back into the bathroom. I put concealer on my face to hide all the bruises, and put extra on my black eye. You couldn't tell they were there anymore, which was good. Justin had punched me last night because I refused to strip for him. He had beaten me and then raped me. Wouldn't be the first time.

I shoved my worn down red converse on my feet and covered the holes with tape. I went down stairs and grabbed my backpack, setting it by the door. Whenever I was allowed to shower, I was allowed to go to school. I went into the dining room and grabbed the plates, cleaning them. I cleaned up everything and looked at the time-6:53. The bus comes at 7:00. My mother and father had left for work, and my brothers had driven to school. I walked down to the bus stop, slinging my backpack on my back.

The bus came I got on. I sat in the front, right behind the bus driver so that I wouldn't get picked on. I pulled out my precious iPod. It was really small, but I loved it. It was my only beloved possession, besides my only book, The Foreshadowing. I had gotten the book as a present from one of my teachers, and the iPod was thrown at me when I was in the halls. I plugged my earphones in and listened to the music.

The bus stopped and I got off. I walked into the school and went to my locker. I grabbed my math and science book, putting them into my backpack. I grabbed a pencil and a notebook. I closed my locker and went to math class, ignoring everyone. I wasn't allowed to talk when I went to school; I wasn't even allowed to smile or anything, it could show my missing teeth, adult teeth. When you are repeatedly punched in the face, your teeth fall out. I only lost one of my top front teeth, and that was last night.

I sat down at my desk and the teacher smiled at me. I nodded my head and stared at the desktop. Eventually all the kids came in and class began. Did I mention I was in the gifted classes? I was incredibly smart. The bell rang and I went to science. Same thing happened. I went to my locker and grabbed my history, art and health books. I put the other books back and grabbed a new pencil.

History and health passed quickly. I ran to Art and grabbed my painting and took an easel. At the beginning of the year, our teacher said that we could do whatever we wanted, as long as it was art related, and we had to have at least five assignments by the end of the year. He graded us on whether we worked or not.

I started painting my picture. It had a girl that seemed happy on it. She had blue jeans, a purple top and black boots on, and her brown hair flowed down her back and arms. But, where her heart is I had left it blank, so there was no color of anything there. I drew a miniature version of the girl, but she was in all black and was curled up in a corner or the 'room' I had painted where her heart was. I started crying as I painted the scared, broken and sad girl inside the seemingly happy one. I quickly wiped my tears away. I stood back and admired my work. It captured the pain perfectly, and was rather large. I picked up the finished canvas and handed it to the teacher; everyone watched me.

The teacher looked up at me, tears in his eyes.

"This has captured the pain wonderfully. This girl looks so realistic, and the shading makes her look very 3D. You did a fabulous job with this; A+," He said, smiling at me. I nodded my head and went back to my easel. I grabbed a small canvas and new paint and brushes. I grabbed a pencil and started to sketch the outline for this other girl.

The bell rang. I grabbed my things and ran to lunch. Running was my only way to evade people. I grabbed as much as I could, the ladies giving me a little extra when they look at my sunken in face and body. The principal thought that my family couldn't afford lunch, so the school didn't make me pay. I was listed under Emerson Pitney, and my brothers went to a private school. If it weren't for the school not making me pay, I wouldn't be able to eat lunch, and my parents wouldn't pay.

I sat down by myself. I all but scarfed the spaghetti down and ate the salad. I drank my milk. I put the pudding cup, bread roll and butter packets, and container of canned peaches in my backpack. That would be my dinner.

I had gym and then cooking class. School was over after that. I was sad when school ended, I didn't want to go home. This was the only escape I had. I decided to walk home, because if my parents found out I took the bus, they'd be furious. I wasn't allowed to take the bus because I 'didn't deserve help'. Whatever. I was almost home when my backpack finally gave up and died. The threadbare bottom ripped and my stuff went everywhere. I knelt down to pick everything up. I was right by the trailer park, where people who had buses or campers kept them. Some people lived there and a lot of famous people's buses where there.

"Can I help you?" Someone asked, making me jump. I didn't even dare to look up; I just grabbed the duct tape off the ground and taped my backpack back together. I started to put everything back into it.

"I guess she doesn't need help," Another someone said. I was scared. I didn't trust anyone. What if they knew my parents and told them that I was dwindling? I would be punished. I put everything into my backpack and stood up; I love duct tape. It had started drizzling, and my make-up was going to start to run soon. Five guys stood in front of me, of my way home.

"Hello," One of them said.

"I'm Andy, and this is Jake, Jinxx, Ashley and CC," Andy said, pointing out the others. I nodded my head and went to push past them.

"Whoa, hold on wait! Who are you?" Ashley, I think, said, grabbing onto my backpack. I quickly pulled my arms out and ran home, petrified. They were probably going to hurt me.

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I know that I already have a Black Veil Brides fanfic, but all of a sudden this girl popped into my mind, begging to be let out. I know, sounds weird. I guess this is what it's like to be a writer.

Love, Joanna