Casualties

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Lilliah Jaid Bryon

"Will you be brave

Could I be faithful

Would you feel safe

If I tore my heart out

For you,"

The lyrics flowed into the microphone with ease - as this was the thousandth time I've sang this song - pleasing the crowd.

"For you

All the way."

With a last strum of my Epiphone Les Paul, I finished the song. The sold out Air Canada Centre clapped and cheered with smiles on their faces. I smiled, taking it all in. 20,000 people here, all to see me.

"Alright, how about we speed it up a little.. Or maybe a lot?" I laughed into the microphone and started singing and strumming one of my original songs. The crowd sang along, jumping and dancing. Everything was perfect. Almost like I was dreaming.

People covered their ears and clenched their eyes shut as a screeching sound swept across the arena. Feedback. I backed away from my microphone and looked over to a crew member, giving him a confused look. He shrugged his shoulders. The sound started going on and off, almost like a.. an.. alarm clock. Shit.

I groaned and got out of bed, stumbling a little into the hall toward the bathroom of my apartment.

Stupid dream, getting my hopes up and shit.

I stepped in the bathroom, closing the door. Well, trying to. I pulled forcefully on the handle, trying to get it to shut. I heard a snapping noise and stumbled to the floor, landing on my ass.

"Well this day is going just fucking peachy." I groaned, letting go of the broken doorknob and rubbing my ass. Well that's going to leave a bruise.

"What the hell did you do now, Jaid?" Kenzie, my ever-so-lovely roommate, stared down at me from the doorway, a smirk playing in her lips.

I simply replied, "We need a new doorknob."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Well I need to go shopping today anyways, so just give me the money and I'll get one." I slowly stood up.

"I'll just come with you." She shrugged and turned around, leaving me to shower.

Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around my body and headed down the hall, back to my room. I grabbed some black jeans, an Ed Sheeran T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a black lace bra and purple underwear. I put on my underwear and stood in front of the full sized mirror. Putting a hand to my stomach, I sighed. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with the shape of my body. I'm just not happy with it's capabilities, or lack there of.

Running my hands through my damp hair, I sighed again. I got dressed and applied some concealer, eyeliner, mascara and lip balm. I straightened my dark brown hair and that was it.

"Jaid hurry your fine self up!"

"My fine self is on her way down!"

I grabbed my black high top converse and leather jacket, heading out the door. Kenzie was leaning against the car, talking on her phone. She had long black hair with purple highlights - curled - a leather jacket on with black jeans, combat boots, and a purple tank top. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. But no one ever tried to get to know her because of how badass she looked.