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Contains cussing. Rated:M
This is a story about Blood On The Dance Floor. It has gay material. It also has some abuse and may be triggering. If you don't like it please just stop reading now. The band Blood on the Dance Floor is not famous unless the story states otherwise. Thanks for reading! Any feedback is accepted. Enjoy!
Dahvie's POV
Now what do I do? That really wasn't the best idea to go running out of the school. It was that stupid principle's fault. He shouldn't make me mad. I guess I could just go into my next class. I glanced down at my phone. It was only about 5 minutes until the bell rung.
(10 minutes later)
I am now sitting in reading. Why do I have to sit here and listen to this bull shit. I pulled out the iPod I had stolen a while back. I guess I could listen to some music.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
I heard the music blast out of the speakers. Shit. Shit. Shit. I forgot to out my head phones on. Shit. Pause. Pause. Pause. Why won't this stupid thing pause?!?! Everyone is staring at me.
"Mr.Torres, if you wanna listen to music in my class you can sing the whole song."
Excuse me? Does she think I can really sing in front of the whole class? I can barely talk in front of them. Why this song?
"Well come on then," the teacher said.
"I can't do that Ma'am," I said quietly.
"Why not?" Said the kid next to me.
"Be quiet Jayy. Why can't you David?"
"Can you please call me Dahvie?" I said trying not to sound rude.
"Fine Dahvie. Get up here now and sing! If you don't I'm calling your father," she threatened. I couldn't let her call him. If she did I would be killed.
I sighed and stood up. They are all going to judge me after this aren't they.
"Do I have to song the song that was playing?" I asked.
"Of course you do,"
God dang it. Why did this have to happen. I took a big breath and close my eyes before I started to sing.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again,
It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends,
I'm sitting on the edge with my 2 best friends,
Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of gin,
I'm 20 stories up, yeah I'm up at the top,
I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off,
Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,
I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops,
I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,
'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance,
Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent,
'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,
I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,
But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,
I never bought a suit before in my life,
But when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice.
So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
We hit the sky, there goes the light, no more sun, why's it always night?
When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream,
When you can't dream, well, what's life mean?
We feel a little pity, but don't empathize
The old are getting older, watch a young man die,
A Mother and a Son and someone you know, smile at each other and realize you don't,
You don't know what happened to that kid you raised,
What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?
I didn't know 'cause you didn't say,
Now Momma feels guilt, yeah Momma feels pain,
When you were young, you never thought you'd die,
Found that you could but too scared to try,
You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye,
Climb to the roof to see if you could fly.
So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
Like a bird so high,
Oh I might just try,
I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
Like a bird so high,
Oh I might just try,
Oh I might just try.
I opened my eyes to see everybody with their mouthes hung open. Only one person seemed like they weren't surprised. It was the guy I was sitting next to. Didn't the teacher say his name was Jayy or something?
"Told you I couldn't sing it," I said as I turned to the teacher. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost.
"Hey emo fagget, why don't you go do what that song said and kill yourself?" Oh no he fucking didn't.
I was about to go and kill him before I heard a scream and then the teacher yelled something I didn't hear.
I looked over to where I heard the scream and saw Jayy on top of a kid punching him while saying something about how he needs to shut his fucking mouth. Well I guess that guy likes the song to or something. Maybe I should go and talk to him later today.
"Jayy get off him! Jared are you ok? Sammie can you take him to the nurse?" The teacher soaks while rushing over to him "Dahvie and Jayy! Look what you did! Both of you to the office now!"
"Wait what did I do?" I yelled. I'm not going to get in trouble when I did nothing wrong.
"You sang the song and made him say that!" Good logic teacher.
I stormed out of the room with Jayy behind me. He slammed the door shut and started to laugh.
"Oh my god," he said between laughs "Did you see his face? That was so hilarious."
"Yeah it was. My name's Dahvie by the way." I told him.
"Cool name. Mine's Jayy."
"Yeah I kinda got that when the teacher was screaming at you. Hey do you just wanna ditch. I've been to the office already today. I don't wanna go again."
"Sure. Lets go to my house."
Well I guess I'm ditching then.
Thanks for reading! :)
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