A Devil for Me

Perfect Weapon

Mondays are emotionally gloomy, but this Monday, the sky matched how people normally feel on this day. A thick blanket of dark grey clouds blanketed the heavens, not an inch of blue to be seen. D was one of the people who always felt this way. He never showed any emotions, unless he is watching a video on his favorite band, BlackVeilBrides. They helped him through his dark, dreadful days, to get him to the next one. It was just a constant cycle. Go to school, gets bullied, goes home, curls up in a ball, and cries himself to sleep. Out of all people, why did he have to be the one who always had bad luck? Everyone else had a happy family to go home to, friends, and could hang out at places where they wouldn't be humiliated. But D had none of those. His parents died from a freak accident, his mother took her own life, and his dad... He doesn't know how he died. That happened when he turned 5. He's now 18, and in a foster home, because it would be unsafe for him to live on his own.
      
     He let out a long groan, the time being around 5:30 in the morning. He got ready, putting on one of his many Black Veil Brides shirts, black ripped skinny jeans, and his vans. He took a brush to his bright red hair and hairspraying it, making it the way he wanted. He sighed, putting in his earbuds, and cranked up his volume, heading to school. He never took the bus, he just walked, since it was quicker that way, and he was definitely anti-social. He didn't have a free period in the morning, which was bad since he couldn't drown out people. He grabbed his stuff, after putting it in his locker, and closed it, before he made it. He sat in the very back, but he regretted having the teacher he had. The teacher 'expected' her students to pay attention to. If she didn't think the students were listening she would send them down to the office. 

    The teacher was going over everything, and D had his earbuds in, with his head resting on his hand. He was writing the notes down, but apparently, the teacher didn't think so, since she yanked off his earbuds, and told him to pay attention. So he just held one of them and went back to writing, and the teacher came back to him after a little while and just sent him to the office. He sat in the office and twitched his knee. He didn't want to go back to the foster home. He didn't. He was in California, so it wouldn't kill them for him to walk around and come home late. 

He walked around LA, music blaring in his ears. "Guess I'm fucking with fate again." He sighed, it started sprinkling out, so he pulled his hood up, and shivered slightly.

"Oh well, better now than at night." He went back to the foster house and instantly went to his room. The people working in the place never paid attention to him. The only time they would say anything is when it got time to eat.

D took off his backpack, setting it on his chair. He laid on his bed, pulling up his computer, and started watching BVB funny moments, his red hair getting in his face. He brushed it away, seeing that the time had only been 5:30. He shrugged and decided to take a nap. Yeah, a quick nap could work. He closed his laptop, rested his head on a pillow, and let sleep take him away.

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A couple of hours later, D woke up to one of the foster workers on the phone. He froze in fear, knowing it was about him. He didn't like it one bit.

"Please don't let them know that I didn't come home right away.."

It looks like you came to a cliffhanger. Well. Time to wait until the next chapter, where there might be a surprise visit from the boys.

~Rylan has signed out