Sam's POV:
I woke up at 5:00 A.M. to the alarm on my phone going off. I got out of bed and grabbed some things before heading into the bathroom. I changed into a pair of black ripped skinnies, a black BVB tank top, and black leather combat boots. I put on my many bracelets, hiding my cuts from anyone who would care to even look at me. Next I put on my Makeup which consisted of black eyeliner and mascara. I then straightened my hair and let my fringe fall in front of my eye. Grabbing the rest of my stuff I walked back to my 'room'.
My bedroom was a little bigger than a closet. It had a mattress on the floor, a small, wobbly dresser for my clothes, and light hanging from the ceiling. There is also a small radio I was able to save up spare change I found to get. The only other thing I had was my phone. It's an old, iPhone 5, but it works. My parents gave me the phone as a way to track me. They can find where I am at all times and can tell me when in we'd to go home to be their punching bag.
I put all my dirty clothes next to the dresser so I could wash them later. I sat in my room for what was probably hours but felt like minutes. Checking the clock I noticed it was almost 10:30 A.M.
I got up and started to walk back into the hall to head downstairs and grab some food but my 'mother' stopped me.
"Samantha! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" She yelled at me.
"Um- going downstairs..." I replied confused.
"Your father has a business lunch today and his boss and his family will be here momentarily. You need to go back in your room and stay SILENT. For all his boss knows, we have ONE daughter, which isn't you. Now, go back to your room, be quiet, and stay that way or your going to regret it." She finished with a death glare.
I didn't reply as I turned around and walked back into my room, closing the door behind me with a sigh. Great, now I'm going to be trapped in my room for who knows how long. I decided to quietly play some music while I was in here and play some of the free phone games I have downloaded over time.
Not even ten minutes later I could hear the front door of my house open and close, followed by my fathers loud voice and my mothers fake cheerful one. She sounds like freaking Marry Poppins for gods sake, how does nobody see through that?
"It's nice to meet you Mr. West." I heard my mother and sister say in sync perfectly.
"And you as well, Mrs. White, and you must be the lovely Emily." I heard a deep voice say- must be my fathers boss- then it continued, " This is my wife Rebecca and our son Jayden."
"It's a pleasure to meet you." My mother replied, I could literally picture the fake smile plastered on her face.
They must have one outside onto the patio for lunch because I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore. I figured they couldn't hear me anymore so I tuned my music up slightly, if they came back inside they still wouldn't be able to hear it. At the moment I was listening to the Set the world on fire album by Black Veil Brides, one of my all time favorite bands. It's my dream to see them live, they are on tour and going to be in this city next week but I couldn't afford tickets.
Moments later I heard a knock on my door and quickly turned my music off, figuring it somehow got louder than intended and my parents were going to 'teach me a lesson' for it later. I quickly ran over to the door and opened it, figuring it would make it easier on my part to st least try to apologize first. Once I opened the door I was surprised by what I saw.
It was not my parents.
It was not my sister.
It was a guy around my age, wearing black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, all black vans, with nose and lip piercings, black hair, and band a few bracelets on.
"Um- um- wh-what are you doing?" I asked wide eyed, confused on who he was and why he was here.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I should be the one asking you that?" I said, suddenly a little upset at his rude behavior.
"Jayden." He replied cockily.
"Sam." I replied in the same tone as him. He smirked and looked me up and down.
"You like BVB?" He asked, seeming surprised.
"Yeah. One of my favorites. Now, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well I'm here with my parents for my fathers work. I had to use the bathroom, came up here, heard music, got curious, and here I am. Now, what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here. I'm the hated child. My sisters perfect. I'm Emo. Think you can figure out the rest yourself."
"Wait. Your parents wanted you up here so my parents and I wouldn't see you?" He asked surprised.
"Pretty much. But please, don't tell anyone. If my parents find out that I told anyone that they kept me up here, especially after telling me to make sure you didn't see me and to act like I don't exist, I would be screwed." I spoke quickly, worried he would rat me out.
"Fine. But back to more important things, you like BVB?" He asked again.
"Yeah, them among others are my favorites. They pre really inspirational." I replied.
"Wait, are you going to the show next week?" He asked curiously.
"No... I couldn't afford tickets and my parents would never let me go anyways." I relied sadly.
"Well it's your lucky day." He replied.
"And whys that?" I asked cockily.
"Well I just happen to have an extra ticket. And have the power to get your parents to let you go." He replied confidently. I gasped and was at a loss for words.
"Really!? You'd give me your extra ticket? Wait- how would I be able to go?" I asked.
"Well you see, tour sad wants a promotion, my parents will do anything I ask as long as I say it will 'make me happy' because they think I'm depressed. So, if my parents want you to go with me, your dad won't say no, purely for the sake of his job." He replied confidently.
"But-" I began but was interrupted when he grabbed my arm and started pulling me out of my room. I tried to stop him but to no success and was pulled outside to where the others were.
"Jayden, who's this?" A woman who I'm assuming is his mother asked.
I looked around and could see the anger in my family's eyes.
"This is Sam. And I have something to ask you." He began.
Well this will be a fun conversation, note the sarcasm.
A/N:
Okay I know it wa surety bad and I'm sorry. I'm trying to figure out a way to get the story started.
Thanks,
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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...
