One Last Chance At True Love (a black veil brides fanfic sequel)

Chapter 16

Lea's POV

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"Give me the ring!"

"Get your shit off my bus and leave!"

"We're done."

Make the voices stop. Leave me alone! "Lea? Which bunk are you in?" Sara called.

I held my breath, please don't find me please don't fine me. The bunk curtain flew open, revealing a sympathetic looking Sara. "Don't cry Lea. Please. Come on, we can go walk around, meet fans. What'd ya say?" she smiled.

"I can't," I my voice was raspy from crying.

"Why not?" she asked, puzzled.

"I gotta go get my things off the botdf bus," I stated, forcing myself out of the bunk.

"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked, grabbing my arm and turning me to face her.

I shook my head, "No. I need to do this alone."

She nodded and let go, allowing me to walk past her and off the bus. I held my breath as I knocked ever so softly. Jayy opened the door, glaring daggers down at me. "Get your shit and leave," he spat harshly.

I winced, that's what Dahvie told me. Tears spilled out of my eyes but I made no sound, just simply wiped them away. He stood to the side, allowing me to step on. I walked into probably the most tension filled room ever. Walking into the back room, came the sounds of Dahvie playing with Sabby. My Sabby. I need her back, she's all I have left.

I knocked and it went dead silent, Dahvie opened the door. He looked hollow and lost, with red puffy eyes and tears stains down his cheeks, I can only imagine I look the same. "I-I'm here to get my things," I spoke in just barely a whisper. I didn't trust my voice if I spoke any louder. Who knows what kind of hell I would sound like.

"It's all packed in a bag in the corner," he pointed to my old suit case I brought with me onto this bus in the beginning of the summer.

I nodded, going past him and grabbing my things. A small hand grabbed my arm, and I turned to see Sabby looking at me wonderingly. "Hi baby," I kneeled to face her. "I'm gonna miss you with all my heart." Here come the tears. "Just know I love you with all my heart." One tear. "And I'll never ever forget you." Two. "Promise me you'll be good for Dahvie and Jayy." Three. "Stay the happy little girl you are." Four. Five. Six. Eleven. "I don't want to leave you!" Waterfalls. I scooped her into my arms, tears falling rapidly onto her small shoulder.

"I think that's enough," Dahvie said, walking up to us and pulling her from my weak grasp.

"Please. Please don't do this. She's my child and I need her. I love her. She's all I have left," I begged, grabbing onto his arm.

He yanked himself away, putting Sabby into her small bed for the bus, then turned to me, "there's still some of your shit in the bathroom." And left.

I walked into the bathroom with my bag, not looking at Sabby as I passed, and closed the door, locking it quietly. I looked around, seeing my makeup bag. Perfect. Opening it slowly, I took out my sharpest blade, setting the bag down, and going over to the sink.

'Ugly!'

I glided it across my wrist slowly, enjoying the strong stinging sensation.

'Fat!'

Another cut won't hurt, just a little faster.

'Freak!'

Maybe just one more, I can stop whenever I want.

'Stupid!'

Another, but deeper.

'Worthless!'

Maybe just one big deep one.

'Whore!'

One more turned into two, then three, then before I knew it my whole arm was covered in deep, bleeding cuts, wherever I could find space between my tattoos. The voices screamed insults, and I dealt with them the only way I knew how. Another cut here, another cut there. Nobody knows and nobody cares.

I took a step to my bag but tripped. The bathroom getting fuzzy. I tried again, this time falling, the blade crashing to the hard tile floor with a loud bang, along with myself. Blood ran down my arm, to the floor, on my dress from last night, covering my hand causing everything I touch to have red blotches on it. I stopped trying to get up, hearing people banging on the door and shouting my name. My vision started to spin and fade quickly. I smiled, maybe now I'll finally die...