The Legacy ~BVB story~

Bad days can be great

Hi, I'm Florence Legacy Thomson. Cool middle name right? It's a Black Veil Brides song even though that was an accident. I'm 5'3 and 19, I guess I dress punk like? I work at a cafe, I live at home because they don't want me to leave, I would do anything to leave. My family's abusive, I have hated life for so many years. Suicide attempts and trips to the ER are countless. Memories of the mental hospital give me nightmares. I was driving home from work playing Scars by Saywecanfly. I had a hard day my coworkers making my life hell like always. I wiped my bleeding nose and turned off my car. No razor. No razor. "Where were you!" My mother screamed as I walked in. I stepped back and began to coward. "Get over here!" I walked over to her and she slapped me. "Fifteen minutes late! What were you doing?! Being a slut?! I bet so!" She pushed me back and into my dad. He grabbed me collar and dragged me into their room. 100. 100 times he hit me. Hit me with his leather belt. 25. 25 smacks with a paddle. "Now get to your room you freak!" He said yanking my nose piercing and throwing me out of the room. I ran to my room. Locking the door. Razor and radio. "1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4, watch the blood drip on the floor." I sang to myself. I turned on the radio and an announcer was speaking. Great. I hate these stupid breaks. Just give me my music and shut up. "Hey! Any Black Veil Brides fans out there?" I pictured screaming fangirls across the world at the mention of the band. "Win concert tickets! Be one of the first callers!" They helped me through so much.. It's worth a shot. I called the station. I wasn't one of the first. I didn't win. "Shit" I breathed flopping back in my bed. "If you weren't one of the first callers you can still win tickets!" The announcer spoke. I shot up- I still have a chance? "Explain why YOU should go to the Black Veil Brides concert and you could win!" I buried my face in my pillow. I won't win. Everyone will talk about their self harm. But, what if I talk about the most touchiest subjects of all? MY bullying, MY self harm, MY anorexia. The two hardest things. Worst then the others. My rape and mental hospital trips. I began to panic thinking of it. I remember the room, the straight jacket, the food and pills forced down my mouth. Singing Black Veil Brides songs through it all. I grabbed my notebook and began to write. I'm winning this fucking contest even if it kills me.

--------------ONE WEEK---------------

The winners announced today. I worked hard on that paper and it was hard to write. "The winner is.." The announcer spoke. I was prepared to here some kids name. I knew I wasn't going to win. "FLORENCE THOMSON!" I screamed and cried. My phone rang. "Hello?" I said through my happy tears. "Your on the air! How do feel being the winner?" "Amazing! Thank you! Thank you so much!" "Your welcome, enjoy your concert.. And backstage passes!" Backstage passes? Could this get any better?! "Oh, thank you so much, sir. Thank you!" "Goodbye" "Goodbye, thank you!" The phone hung up and I finished crying. I won. I touched my scars after moving me sleeve. Work today was horrible, they all beat me up.. but this fixed it all.. I won.