We Are Made From Broken Parts {On Hold}

Disease

~April~

"I have to tell you something," Jorel says. "It's important." I nod at him, urging him to continue. "I'm-*CRASH* I bolt upright. Whatever just happened is most likely not good.  I throw on a jacket, my arms groaning in protest and tip toe downstairs. With a quick glance to the living room, I confirm that my father is passed out and surrounded by bottles of beer and some vodka. I wipe my eyes, trying to clear them. A quick look at the rest of the 1st floor shows that nothing is misplaced. I quickly sneak back upstairs and check the master bedroom. My mother is passed out on the bed, her hair in a mangled ponytail. I sigh quietly. With them asleep, it will make escaping easier. I close the bedroom door and walk back to my room yawning. I slip on some jeans and find a clean shirt and pull it on. I grab my normal jacket and walk to the bathroom. I pull up my sleeves and start spreading compact over the bruises and scars. When I finish, I use the toilet and brush my teeth. I pull my thick brown hair into a ponytail, not risking curling it, grab a small backpack and head downstairs. I make a couple of sandwiches as quietly as possible and throw them hurriedly into the backpack. I clean up my fathers mess and drop the bottles into a bag. I check my pockets for my phone and throw on my black sneakers. I'm surprised we still have the house. If I wasn't stealing money from my parents to pay the bills, we would be homeless. 

I set off at a brisk walk in the direction of the park. When I was about 15 years old, I found the park on my way home from school. That was one of the days where my parents hit me before school even started. I walked into homeroom with a handprint on my face and the starting of what I knew would be bruises on my arms. The park is my sanctuary. One place I know my parents won't find me. I smile as I enter the park, grateful to escape my parents. My phone vibrates and blares out music. I sing along as I climb my favorite tree. I climb to my normal perch and spot my creatively hidden cardboard shelter. I sit down, planning to spend most of my day up here. When I am settled, I whip out my phone. Jorel has texted me. It's a selfie with him making kissy lips. I smirk and send him a similar photo. "Love you babe." Is the response. I smirk and my stomach growls. "Yeah yeah yeah," I say to myself and carefully pull out a sandwich. Halfway through my 'meal' my phone pings, indicating a notification. I pull my phone out and click on the notification, not bothering to see what it is. It takes me to Twitter where Hollywood Undead has just tweeted a message. "Concert in Virginia City, motherfuckers." Right below that is the "Welcome to Virginia City, Nevada" sign. No way! I think. I quickly finish my sandwich and dig in my pocket. A couple dollars come up. I frown and check the other one. My hands close around a bill and I pull it out. "Yes!" I scream. I have never been this excited before. It feels good. I carefully fold all the money up and shove it in my bra. I climb back down the tree and do a little dance. "What am I going to wear?" I ask myself, suddenly worried. Do I have enough money for a backstage pass, a ticket and a new outfit? I mean, I could sneak back into the house and get more money... too risky. I'll just wear this, I think and do another happy dance. I finally get to see one of my favorite bands live!!

After 20 minutes of mindlessly walking around, I somehow end up in front of the only venue in Virginia City. I wonder what songs they are going to play, I ask myself. A man chuckles and continues on his way past. I blush deeply when I realize that I must have said it out loud and I walk away. I pull out my phone and check what time it is. It's only 9 am and I am bored out of my mind. My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. I answer it without looking at the caller ID. 

"Hey April!" comes Jorel's voice. "Hey J!" I answer excitedly. "So what's up?" I ask, confused. Jorel didn't usually wake up this early in the morning. "I heard HU was coming to Virginia City. You going?" He asks curiously. "Yep!" I say cheerily. "No wonder why you are so happy." Jorel says, and I can almost see the smirk on his face. "So what have you been up to?" I ask curiously. Lately Jorel seemed a little distracted and I wanted to figure out why. 

~Jorel~

"Meh, nothing much. You?" I say. I hate lying to April. Maybe tonight she will learn the truth and I won't have to keep avoiding her questions.  "Ditto, just super pumped about this concert." I smile. "Well I am glad you have something to look forward to, April." "Thanks baby! Maybe one day we should go to one together?" She says. I smile again. If only she knew. "Yeah! We should do that." I say, agreeing. Suddenly Dylan walks up to me and yells into the phone. "I love you baby!" I can hear April giggling on the other end. I smirk and push him away. "Hey April, the guys are back and a little tipsy. I'm gonna make sure they don't kill someone. Love you!" I exclaim.

~April~

"Love you too," I say and someone yells Jorels name before he hangs up. I sigh contently. I love hearing his voice.  I sit down on the sidewalk and lean against the wall. As I stare into space, time passes by quickly. The next time I take out my phone, it is 2:23. "Ugh." I groan. 6 hours till the concert starts. Might as well go back to the park. I stand up sluggishly. As I stand my arms, legs and butt begin to tingle.  After I stretch, I start walking back towards the park, a tour bus passes by. It slows and stops when it reaches the venue. The doors lurch open and a couple of guys wearing masks tumble out. My heart stops as I realize that it is most likely Hollywood Undead. The guys glance around for a second, obviously notice me and make a beeline for the inside of the venue. 1 of them trails behind the rest of them, staring at me. When he finally reaches the door, it opens, smacking him in the face. I snort with laughter and try to stop the smirk forming on my face. Well, his mask was cool, I think to myself. It was a sort of gas mask with a $ over the mouth. It had something on the forehead too. I pull out my phone and look up Hollywood Undead. According to Wikipedia, the one with the gas mask is called J-Dog. Real name: Unknown. Birthdate: Unknown. Its almost like he didn't exist. Whatever, I think. The more mystery, the harder it is to solve.