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________________________________ I ran around my room trying to find my bracelets. I know I had put them on my desk last night but now they're not there! I couldn't wear a sweater because it was around a hundred freaking degrees outside and I didn't plan on having heat stroke. I guess I'm just going without them tonight. I was going to a concert tonight and I really hoped my dad was passed out on the couch by now or else... we'll let's just say there'd be hell to pay.
I snuck down stairs trying to be quiet in hopes of not waking up my dad. I got to the door and heard a familiar slurred voice stop me.
"And where do you think you're going you useless cunt?" I didn't turn around.
"To a friends."
"Ha! You actually expect me to believe that? We both know you have absolutely no friends at all. Now tell me the fucking truth."
"To... to a concert." I said quietly.
"The fuck did you just say bitch?" I didn't repeat myself.
"Fucking answer me, cunt!" He pushed me up against the wall, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Let me go." I didn't look him in the eye.
"Fucking don't raise your voice at me! And look me in the fucking eye when you speak to me! You stupid cowardly Bitch." He threw me on the ground.
I got up and ran to my room and closed the door. I was going to that concert no matter what or who got in my way. I opened the window and climbed down the side of the house. I landed on the bushes and got poked by a bunch of thorns. This didn't phase me. I've been cut by worse. I snuck into the car and drove off as my dad came out of the house yelling at me.
I got to the concert early and made my way to the front of the venue where I was able to see the stage clearly.
After about 30 minutes the venue was filled and Another 30 after that the band finally came on stage. It couldn't have been any better. I was finally seeing My Chemical Romance live, and I was closest to Frank Iero... well I mean... he takes up the whole fucking stage but I mean like... he just.... I mean... he... you get it.
I think I accidentally put my arms up because the next I knew it looked like Frank was looking right at me, a look of concern written all over his face. He walked over to Gerard and whispered something in his ear. Gerard's face dropped was well. Frank pointed in my general direction.
They finished the song and then Gerard decided to say something.
"Look guys. You should never feel like your only escape is through self harm. It's something serious and if you or someone you know is in that dark place, get help, you don't need to go through it alone. Everyone has their dark times, some darker than others but believe me when I say... it really will get better. It did for us, and it will for you. Just please... please don't hurt yourself or anyone else."
Then Frank decided to add on to that.
"Can I get security to grab that blond girl, right there in the front, like the second third rows, the one with the black Harry Potter looking glasses." Two security guards came over and grabbed me. My heart began racing. I had no idea what I did. "Just... just take her to the back, please."
They took me to the back, I missed the rest of the concert and I was unable to get anything signed. Great, just great.
Latter on they came back to me. All the other guys laughing, all except for Frank. His face was serious, it was filled with worried, sadness, disappointment, and a bit of anger. He came storming over to me and immediately went for my arms. His face completely dropped when he saw my cuts. I tried to pull back but I couldn't. Part of me didn't want to.
"Why?" Was the only thing he said.
"I-I-i-" I broke down into tears. He pulled me into a hug.
"Shh.. shhh, what's your name?"
"E-e-Emma...."
"Emma, Make me a promise. Go home and throw away all of the blades, razors, anything you will be able to do this with, throw them all away."
Then it hit me, I have to go home... but... I can't.... I actually can't....
"No...." I said.
"No?" His face looked hurt.
"I can't...."
"Why not?"
"Because in order to do that... Id have to go home..." his face looked contorted and confused.
I pointed to the bruises on my arm. "That wasn't me.... it was my dad."
"Shit.... do you.... maybe you could stay with us....? I mean like... maybe... you could... I don't know... take a different bus and maybe..."
"Could you do that for me?"
"I mean maybe."
"You mean, you could make it so I don't have to go home anymore?"
"Why don't you just leave? I mean you look older than 17...."
"I'm thirty one and have no job... I can't find a fucking job that'll pay enough for me to get my own place...."
"Okay... you're staying with us until we can get you a place and a good job. How does that sound?"
