Don't Wanna be Alone {Ronnie Radke Fanfic}

Prologue

Why me?

What did I actually do to deserve this?

I always fucking do this.

Priscilla was trying her best to keep her focus on the road while thinking. Her mascara was running heavy and her tears were buring her scars under her eyes. Wiping the tears didn't help either consider she would just be touching the puffy, reddish-pinkish scratches

Why do I fall in love just to be hurt physically?

Hell, why do I fall in love at all?

Priscilla had her head resting on the top of her steer wheel sobbing softly not realizing the green traffic light was brightly shining in the dark streets in front of her car. She received many honks before it hit her.

She began to drive and when the car behind her was trying to pass her up, she honked at the fellow driver, flipped him off, and drove away with frustration. "Can't you cut me any slack, asshole?" she mumbled to herself gripping the leather steering wheel tighter.

After hours and hours of crying, cursing to herself, and late night traffic, Priscilla arrived at the small apartment complex her mother stayed at. Her mother's place was where she would stay when she got kicked out of any guy's house. Mom's house was always a place of comfort.

Priscilla had trouble getting out of the car considering how bruised her legs were. "Fucking shit." she said aloud to herself. Of course, no one was out in the dark, small parking lot to listen or actually care.

Popping up the trunk, she texted her mom to come outside. She already went to grab a couple of bags filled with her wardrobe when she heard the patting of feet coming near the car. Priscilla turned around to look at her mother who had developed of worried face with tears in her eyes.

"Why can't you just listen to me," Priscilla's mom shrieked out loud, "and call the cops about this for once?" Now her mother was sobbing and shrieking in loud tones. Her mother would always panic and cry, but it was never to the point to where she was being loud about it.

Priscilla hugged her mother tightly and tried to calmly say, "Mom, it's done. The scars will heal, I'll recover, and everything will be fine."

Her mom stopped crying as loud and gave her squeeze before she grabbed any of Priscilla's stuff.

Why do I still believe in love?

Don't you know it hurts your mom too?

Priscilla bit her tongue and tried to not let any tears escape. Her mom was beginning to calm down. She didn't want to make it any worse than it was, but then again, what could make the situation worse than being abused? What's worse than someone who "loved you" to beat you up?

She shook her head and got the rest of her stuff before making her way to where her mother stayed.

Soon I'll get away and give love another chance...

When pigs fly.

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Hi!

Well, this is my first fanfic.

You like?

Eh, I hope so.

Sorry it was so sad.

It'll get happier in the story if you continue to stay updated and read this.

M'kay, bye!