Sam's POV:
I'm sick of it. All the stares as I walk down the sidewalk. And that's all I'm doing, walking down the sidewalk, head down, earbuds in, minding my own business, yet all the parents are pulling their kids away from me in fear. All the whispering about me when they think I can't hear. All the assumptions that I'm some evil, worthless, Satan worshiper.
Well they got one thing right.
Worthless. I am definitely worthless.
Nobody has ever or will ever care about me. Not even my parents. They constantly remind me that I'm a mistake and that while they can't get rid of me themselves, I should just go kill myself. Maybe one of these days, I'll listen.
And then there's my sister. We're twins but she's older. She was planned, I wasn't. My parents wanted ONE child. And that's her. Why they didn't just get rid of me while they had the chance, I will probably never know. But anyways, my sister-Emily- is they're picture perfect daughter. Captain of the local high school cheer team, dating the quarterback of the varsity football team (it was something out of a damn movie if you asked me), passing every class (with C's but my parents don't seem to care). And then there's me. I've always been the outcast and was often bullied for it.
But that all changed when high school ended.
I'm not exactly bullied anymore. Not really at least. Every now and then when walking alone in the city, I'll be pushed into an alley and beat up, but I fight back. I'm not the strongest but just the fact that I try usually gets whoever attacked me to stop.
But any of those beatings are better than the constant abuse, both emotional and physical, that I get at home on a daily basis.
Well, here's more about me, my name is Samantha White. I'm 23 years old. Hated by all, loved by none, not even myself. I'm about 6 feet tall with dyed black and red hair. I have dark brown eyes and am very pale. I almost always wear all black with minimal color, but once in a while I'll have something red or blue or grey on.
And I'm band obsessed. Music is the one thing I have to hold on to. I love band like black veil brides, my chemical romance, sleeping with sirens, motionless in white, all time low, fall out boy, pierce the veil, and many more. Their music has always been inspiring for me. It was my only relief from the life I live, that is.
Until I found a new relief.
Once I started cutting, I couldn't stop. My arms are lined with cuts from elbow to wrist. Nobody knows, well except my parents,but they don't care... they always make sure to tell me to cut deeper next time.
A/N:
Okay, so if anyone is reading this.... this is my second fanfic. It's going to be darker than my first one... some parts may be triggering so please do not read if you are easily effected by that kind of writing (update... not many chapters include such triggering topics but PLEASE DO NOT READ if this is harmful to you.) Also thanks for reading and as always, let me know if you have any ideas or anything really. But one important question... this is obviously a bvb (and sws) fanfic... who do you think the main bvb member should be in this... they will all have a part but if the characters get together or have friendships, who should they be with?
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Nobody's Hero
Fanfiction"I'm nobody. That's all I am. That's all i ever will be. And everyone else agrees, it just never ends.... Sometimes all I want is for it to end- is that to much to ask?" Samantha, also known as Sam lives a hard life. She's known as the outcast, the...
