Chapter One
"I'm so sick of playing I don't want this anymore!" Pierce the Veil screams at me through my Beats. I sit on the floor staring at my blank TV screen. This is the third time they fought today. First they argued about finances. Then about my little sister's death. Now, me. They are yelling because they disagree about my facial piercings and newly dyed hair. They are yelling at each other and not me because Mom is proud that I am expressing myself. My father, a complete druggie, thinks I'm growing up to fast. In about 20 minutes they will forget everything and have hardcore make-up sex. it happens every time.
I just feel guilty because I'm not the perfect blond ballet dancer. I'm actually the opposite. Long black hair, bright blue eyes, "screamo"/rock singer, and artist. They aren't proud because I'm too "goth". It really hurts too but I'm doing what I love, so, who cares what others think.
After going into my own world I get snapped back into reality by my phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey girl what's up?!?" My best friend Lizzy asked me. Lizzy is my best friend, has been since I first cut myself in 6th grade. She has always understood me.
"Just parents fighting, give it about 10 minutes."
"Okay. Where's Kyle?" Kyle is my brother. He's 3 years older than me.
"He stole my motorcycle keys and left."
"So, Klare guess what?!?"
"Hmm... did Chris ask you out?"
"No. I wish. I'm got you some Sleeping With Sirens albums."
"Sounds good."
"So, how are you and Nate doing?"
"I don't know. He's been acting really.. distant. I'm not sure what's going on."
"Oh, are you okay?"
"Yeah I guess."
"We both know that's a lie." Even though I wasn't look at her, her voice explained that she was worried.
"I'd prefer to just explain tomorrow." I said with a sigh.
"Okay Bye."
