Love Me Maybe ↠ Patty Walters {1}

Chapter 1

6 Years Ago

I woke up at the sound of someone banging on the door. Groaning, I got out of bed and made my way to the door. Pulling it open, I saw the caretaker Ms.Classy.

"Why are you waking me up?" I asked rudely.

"There are people here to adopt someone around your age, so get dressed and downstairs in 10 minutes." She said snobbishly and turned to leave. I slammed the door and quickly picked up my brush. Scraping it across my skull getting all the knots out of my hair. Going to my closet I grabbed my Black Veil Brides muscle tee, black skinny jeans, black vans, and a dark blue beanie. I went to the tiny mirror thing in the corner of the room and put on eye liner and mascara. Shoving my iPhone into my back pocket, I made my way downstairs to see all the pansy girls and jock boys around my age standing there. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I typed in the 4 digit pass code. Clicking on one of the folders I clinked on Pandora and quickly shoved my headphones into the dock. Though I knew people were coming to adopt, the likelihood of them adopting me was slim. I sat in the corner humming along to King For A Day.

[Vic Fuentes & Kellin Quinn]

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?

I bet you never had a Friday night like this

Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands

I take a look up at the sky and I see red

Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy

Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide

Everything red

[Kellin Quinn]

Please, won't you push me for the last time

Let's scream until there's nothing left

So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore

The thought of you's no fucking fun

You want a martyr, I'll be one

Because enough's enough, we're done

[Vic Fuentes]

You told me think about it, well I did

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Vic Fuentes]

The thing I think I love

Will surely bring me pain

Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame

Three cheers for throwing up

Pubescent drama queen

You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late

[Kellin Quinn]

Scream until there's nothing left

So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore

The thought of you's no fucking fun

You want a martyr I'll be one

Because enough's enough, we're done

[Vic Fuentes]

You told me think about it, well I did

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Kellin Quinn]