She Brung Me The Horizon

Chapter 2: Seen It All Before

I walked over to Liv's house to get ready for the concert which would be in two hours. If you are wondering why I didn't drive that's an easy answer. I do have my own (crappy) car but I don't want to pay for my own gas.

I sit on the floor of Liv's bedroom which was far more colorful than mine. You wouldn't think that a cute bright petite thing like her would be into bands. Her pink walls displayed posters of bands and then she had stuffed animals basically covering her bed. Liv was the definition of badass.

Liv walked out of her closet strutting in a 'Pierce The Veil' shirt and denim shorts with a black beanie on her head, matching her black vans. I laughed and tossed a pillow at her and she smiled and asked, "Does this look good or should I change?" I examined her. Liv had dirty blonde hair that had shine and was in natural large curls that stopped at her chest. Her eyes were a light blue that could only make you think of an ocean tide. Calm, joyful, and beautiful.

"This is literally the third outfit you have put on and you are beyond looking great right now. Now can we please straighten my hair?" I asked pretending to be exasperated, I gestured to my very long thick hair that was more like a rats nest. Liv galloped over to the mirror examining herself at all angles before skipping over to me, checking the current status of my hair.

"The concert is in a few hours, your hair is going to take years." Liv pulled me up laughing lightly and took me to her bathroom, dragging me by my elbow. She positioned me in front of the mirror and began the daunting task of straightening my hair. Her effort was obvious.

I stared into the mirror at my reflection, my dark eyes staring back at me with dislike. I was pale, you can imagine since I rarely went outside. Sunlight was not my friend. My hair was a dark brown that was close enough to be considered black; it hung down to my stomach. I was actually quite small even though I rarely got any excercise. It was mainly because I skipped lunch at school and was too lazy to prepare food for myself while my mother was away. I was wearing my favorite 'Bring Me The Horizon' shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans that were fraying, and then my vans that matched Liv's. Then I saw my wrists in the mirror, my eyes darkened immediately. There were big ugly pinkish purple scars that stood out and basically screamed "Hey look at me! Ask where I came from!" And then tiny ones still remained, they were visible. My wrists reminded me of a tree that people carved their or their lover's initials into. My branches were cut except mine lacked the beauty, my limbs were inhumane. What I have done to myself separates me from being a human being. I am one sorrowful creature. I instinctively covered my wrist with my hand out of embarrassment and shame. My biggest regrets were the ones I left on myself. I just shake my head and try to get these thoughts out of my mind before the concert starts, this was going to be a happy night, the best night of my life. I wasn't going to let myself get in the way.

"Can I borrow a beanie?" I ask watching her carefully straighten the back of my hair, her face buried deep in concentration. She went to spray hair stuff in my hair and got it in my face instead of my hair and I cringed causing Liv laugh at me.

"Ew, so I can get your lice?" She says jokingly and then added, "Yes of course, Autumn," She says smiling slightly and straightened another piece of my thick hair.

"I'll get you a step stool so you can straighten that strand of hair," I tease smirking at her. I watch her through the mirror, she had to get on her tippy toes to reach the front of my hair and she had definitely struggled. I'm surprised she didn't burn me or herself through the process. She finished the last final strand of my hair and jerked the straightener away and threatened, "You're going to get burned," she waved the straightener around.

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The concert was starting in less than an hour and Liv hardcore rushed her mom out the door to drive us to the building they were performing at so we wouldn't miss anything. As we walked out the door Liv's dad saw us with our beanies and vans and said we looked like a couple of thugs. I can't imagine a 5'2 Liv as a thug but the thought makes me laugh.