There's Blood On The Dance Floor (A BOTDF Fanfic)

There's Blood On The Dance Floor

Well what the hell could I have not wrong with my life?

My mom hates me and thinks I sleep around with everyone at my school. She calls me a whore and  no-good-skank who's bound to have an STD in the next year. Like, really? Great way to boost the confidence in your 15 year old daughter who isn't all that confident in herself to begin with. And I haven't even had sex yet! I mean I may dress a bit of what she likes to call "exotically" - my usual outfit a low-cut shirt or cut-up Blood On The Dance Floor tee with barely-there ripped skinny jeans, mini skirt with fishnets or leather pants,  often with a pair of lime-green converse or heels and teased, brightly dyed hair - but I DO NOT fuck around with dudes. And shes just an old bat. She doesn't know what real style is.

Okay, and then better yet, my best friend, Alyssa, hates me because I apparently am I spoiled bitch and get everything I want. When in reality, I'm FAR from that. Sure, I go to a FEW Blood On The Dance Floor concerts and get merch and stuff, but I don't have a car and a license like she does. I don't literally screw around with all the high school guys. I don't do drugs and I don't drink! I don't even understand why she's my best friend or the fact that her hating me even bothers me. I've tried to tell her to get a grip and stop all of that stuff, but she doesn't listen to me. I guess I stick around because I care for her since we've practically been sisters our whole lives and it would kill me to see something happen to her.

And then I'm also an only child. I have no one to vent my thoughts to or hang out with or do anything. I sit alone in my room and blast music and sit on the computer all day. Hey, mom, how can I have sex with guys when all I do is be a bum all day? HUH?!

Exactly.

The only thing that really keeps my head up is music. Blood on the Dance Floor, really. Sure, they're known for their sexually explicit music most of the time, but they've been evolving and maturing a LOT more lately. Like songs from Sexting and Innocent High (about teacher/student relationships, but very....explicit...) to PLUR (Peace Love Unity Respect) and The Right to Love!. They've always given me sort of self-acceptance to be whoever I want to be . Their music has helped me through some of my darkest times, and I love them with everything in me. I owe Dahvie Vanity and JayyVon Monroe my life....

And that reminds me, they have a concert coming up here on the 16th of January! 5 days before my birthday. I'll probably just end up stealing money from mom's purse or ask Alyssa for $15. I've done it before for a show, and mom was pretty pissed because she found money missing from her wallet, but I was only grounded for a week and it was totally worth it. I'll do it again if I have to, in order to see my heroes!

I just hope I don't get killed in that mosh pit.....Things get craaaazy...Especially because JayyVon gets everyone so excited because he's so fucking sexy. With his belly-dancing, hip-rolling, screaming.....Why must he be gay? Ahhhhh....I might die just from jizzing too much...