Well... Ain't That Something (Sandra Alva)

History.

"This is fucking bullshit!" Sandra says handing me back the phone. "No fucking way would that ever happen."

I look at the article and reread it twice just to make sure if this author was being serious. The article states something that is not only personal but also fake. It says that Marri is considering suicide because Sandra wouldn't accept her feelings. "It's ridiculous! I would not consider suicide ever again." I say handing the phone back to the owner.

"Again?" Sandra asks interested. "You mean you've tried to do it before?"

"Yeah" I say taking a huge sigh. "I was 15, I had so much going on. People were telling me I would never make it. That I was just wasting my time. My parents always told me to be whatever I want. To always be yourself. Which made it worse because they would always tell me to be a certain way. They always told me that I couldn't wear piercings or get any tattoos because they're ugly. That I couldn't wear any band merch or dye my hair because it makes me look emo. They told me that they would never accept me if I ever turned out a lesbian. They told me many times to not hang out with gay people because they'll turn me gay. My brothers didn't help either, they always mocked my music. Always called me names ranging from emo to faggot to fatty. It didn't help that I was slightly overweight. Because I was slightly overweight, I got bullied a lot. People always threw shit at me. I mean actual shit. They always threw lots of stuff like pencils gum and other stuff at me. I would get called a lot of names like dyke, faggot, emo, cutter. I got pranked a lot. People would ask me on dates and just leave me stranded there. People would ditch me.  I got pantsed a lot too. Everyone was against me and I had no one and I well I overdosed. That failed. I tried to slit my wrists. That failed. Eventually I just gave up and accepted that I was failure." I tell them all and let it all out.

"Dude. I'm so fucking sorry." I hear James say to me as he gives me a huge hug.

Sandra was quiet. I could tell she was mad at everyone who did those things to me. "That is fucking bullshit. People can be fucking stupid."

"I know." I simply say.

"I eventually lost the weight, got a job, made some friends, and formed a band all by the time I turned 16" I say. "You guys saved my life pretty much everyday actually" I confess.

"Wow." Sandra says in surprised. "That's - That's amazing."

"Yeah it is I guess."

"Well, I feel like shit for ignoring you now." Sandra tells me.

"It's not your fault dude. I'm used to it, I just got hurt because I couldn't handle not talking you to anymore" I confess.

James clears his throat. "Hey, listen ignore these fucks okay? They don't deserve any sort of attention." He assures me.

"Yeah, okay." I say.

Weeks go by and Sandra and I have cleared up the article thing. I however get a call from my band's manager Kevin.

"Yo, Kevin! what's up?" I tell him.

"So you know how you guys just released a new album before you went on tour?" Kevin asks.

"Yeaaah. Why?"

"Well I've been putting together a tour to promote the album." Kevin tells me.

"Awesome!" I shout in excitement. "Who are we touring with?"

"Black Veil Brides." He tells me. That's right! I had forgotten I had recorded a song with Andy Biersack. "And Modern Day Escape."

"Modern Day Escape really? Wow. Awesome!"

"Yeah! You're to announce the tour. Already told the others." Kevin tells me.

After announcing the tour, I head to MDE's  tour bus.

"Hey! Sandra's in the back." Will points me to the back.

I head to the back, and see Sandra's playing Rock Band 3.

"Hey" I say.

"Hey" Sandra says pausing the game and looks at me. "What's up?"

"Nothing just bored." I tell her "We're gonna go on tour again this year."

"Yeah I heard!" Sandra says to me. "It's gonna be awesome."

"Yeaaah! We'll be pulling pranks on Andy and shit." I say

"He's gonna end up picking me up just watch." She predicts.

"Probably." I giggle. I sit on the bed along with Sandra. "You got Netflix?" I ask.

"Yup, wanna watch a movie?" Sandra inquires.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Alright what movie?" Sandra asks.

"Mean Girls."

"Fuck no." Sandra says.

I laugh "Okay then, White Chicks." I say.

"It was funny the first time now it's just annoying." She tells me. "How about a Peter Pan movie?"

"Fuck no." I say mocking Sandra.

"IT'S PETER PAN THOUGH C'MON!" Sandra says in a sad puppy voice, while making a sad puppy dog face.

"Not gonna work on me Sandman." I tell her.

She laughs. "Okay you little shit, The Last Song." She says putting the movie on.

"Well, you already put the movie on so fuck it." I say sitting next to Sandra.

We watch the movie until about a while later I close my eyes, slowly falling asleep with my head on Sandra's shoulders...