{Avie's POV}
Heroes are real, in any way, shape, or form.
Sometimes, all you need is just at least one hero to save your life, to make you feel like you need to keep going.
Funny thing, because i never had a hero. In my life I only had 2 heroes.
One was my brother, but he left the world before he can even blink. I blame myself.
As for the second hero, i'm not sure if music counts in my opinion. Yes, its held me back a couple times, but my heroes can't save me from bullies wanting to use me as their personal punching bag at school. They can't stop my abusive parents from beating the crap out of me. They can't hold me in my arms and tell me it'll all be okay, or that i should live instead of trying to off myself.
That was all Blake, and now he's gone. Taken from me.
People tell me that music can be a hero, but don't see how.
I never had friends, I was an only child ever since age 13, didn't even have cousins for some strange reason, and my "parents" pretty much hated me since they laid eyes on me.
My name is Avery Stella Winters, Avie for short. In a few days I'll be turning 18, another year of sadly being alive.
Believe it or not, I was actually really happy with my life, just my parents and older brother until i turnd 13 that my entire world crashed down in the blink of an eye right in front of me. I'll get into all of that story later on.
But one tragedy lead to another, and then i was sent to live at a bad foster home and a school full of nothing but bullies and creeps.
Since then, self harm has never left my mind.
I've been in hospitals many times, more than i can count, and spent almost 3 years in a psychiatric ward, and once spent 6 months in rehabilitation.
Nothing ever helped.
I'm just a wreck, a mistake. I should have died along side my mom, or my dad, or even Blake, but no.
I'm sentenced to live the worthless life that i'm cursed to label as 'mine.'
Nothing but fake smiles, and lies to others saying 'I'm okay' and taking peoples punches and their cruel abuse.
Music has tried to help me all it could, but its not always enough.
However, Pierce the Veil always held me on the strongest.
Whenever i hear them, my heart is filled with a bit of hope that i need. They're the reason i keep living (besides the hospitals and antidepressants).
Right now i was excited since Matt, my only friend, got me tickets and passes to see them.
Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to meet Tony Perry. He's always been my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I love them all, but Turtle always has a special place in my heart.
I'm just hoping he doesn't see through me. If he knew about my life, how i live, I'd make myself disappear for good.
I don't even know what to say to him. I only know I'll be wearing whatever will cover my scars.
I have no turtlenecks, so I'll have to either use scarves or foundation.
Yes, I've also cut my neck a few times. So what?
I may have lost faith in heroes, but at least I'm clinging on for Pierce the Veil for as long as i can.
"AVERY!! GET UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT BEFORE I MAKE ROCKY WAKE YOU UP!!!!" I hear James screamed from downstairs.
Then there's my foster parents, Diane and James. One thing's getting a family of abusive crackheads. I'm still wondering why those two are even in the foster care business. They hate kids!! Rumor around the foster home before they adopted me was that they beat their last kid to death, and they blamed it on the bullies, who weren't really bullies at all!! And they ended up with life in prison.
The rumor hasn't been proven, unless they were refering to me and might be blaming an innocent student who doesn't even know of my pathetic existence.
I grumble to myself as i force myself out of bed ad make my way towards the bathroom, stripping down and looking in the mirror.
The bruises from yesterday we're starting to bloom black and blue and purple. Rocky's dog bites were showing, and lucky i was able to clean them before they got infected. The cuts we're wide open from when i was finally in the sanctuary of my room.
Rocky, the family pitbull, regrets the attacks. He's forced to, since Diane and James beat him and train him to attack me. Once they leave, he stops attacking and makes sure I'm okay, whining apologetically.
He's my only friend here, besides Matt, who will be moving away soon.
I look away from my refection and in the shower, where i let the cold water sting all my wounds.
I then climb out of the shower and dry off, and patch up all my bruises, bites, and cuts with gauze and foundation before i pick what i'm going to wear.
I choose my black lace leggins, a black and red stripped mini skirt that reached to my thighs (It thankfully wasnt the kind that made me look slutty), my AUSTIN CARLILE OR DIE shirt, my black combat boots, and my dark red hoodie along with the black beanie that's the sameone Vic has (i found it once as a lucky find at Hot Topic) and my ruber band bracelets.
I live in the suburbs of Chicago, so it'll start to snow soon. December will be around in a few days.
I grab my bookbag and make my way downstairs, seeing my foster family from hell taking their morning cigarettes outside, and Rocky was lying down on the kitchen floor, already awake.
I get the bag of dog food and give him for the day, which he eats hungrily.
"I'll be home soon. Bye, buddy," i said, petting his head as i quickly make my way outside and in time to catch the bus.
Another day of my own personal hell.
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Alright, I've changed my mind and decided to update this every Wednesday (i know its Monday, but i got this already written.
Some chapters in this story may contain scenes of self harm and other graphic scenes that can and may be triggering to some readers. Just letting you know ahead of time.
So i hope you enjoy Chapter 1. There's more to come.
Picture of Avie------>>>
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