Reality of Yesterday\\Blood On The Dance Floor

Damaged//6

It was about 8 o' clock at night when I came across a venue. I didn't see anyone so I thought it was empty. Boy was I wrong. I walked around back and saw a bunch of people moving things inside. I didn't want to be seen so I moved to where I couldn't be seen and bumped into someone. I turned around to see a huge man twice my size with two other men behind him and to top it all off they were drunk, I could smell the alcohol on them. The man smiled a crooked smile at me while taking step forward causing me to step backwards.

"Why hello there darling. What is one such as pretty as you doing out here all by yourself?" The man snarled.

"Maybe the poor thing's lost. Don't worry dear, we'll help you. Just follow us and we'll take you home." One of the other men said.

I immediately grabbed my bag and tried to run but one caught me before I could. I started kicking and swinging my arms around hoping to at least hit one of them. They pinned me down and before I could react, they started ripping off my clothes. I knew exactly what was about to happen then so I kicked one of the men in the face. That earned me a punch to the face. When I tried to scream, a hand landed over my mouth, muffling every sound I made and then it happened. They raped me. And I couldn't do anything about it.

After they had finished, they ran off, leaving me alone in the alley. I sat there curled up in a ball on the cold hard ground, listening to the sounds around me and whimpering quietly. After doing that for about five minutes I got up and put on different clothes seeing as the ones I was wearing were torn and dirty. I grabbed my other clothes and threw them away then pulled out a razor. I sat on the ground with my right arm lying on my knee and a blade in my left hand. I slowly let the silver instrument of relief rip up my already scarred skin. I watched as the warm, crimson liquid life ran down my arm and onto the ground. I continued to cut my arm until I heard someone walk down the alley. I stopped for a second, listening to see if the person was coming towards me and they were. I quickly tried putting everything away but was too slow.

"What are you doing? What's that on your arm? Is that- oh god." The person said.

I looked over to see a man with a hand over his mouth and a cigarette in the other while it was over his stomach. By now I had tears streaming down my face. I was ashamed that I had been caught in the act of self harm. I hung my head as the man put out his cigarette and walked over to me. He reached over to grab my arm but I flinched away however, instead of giving up and leaving me alone, the man reached over again and successfully grabbed my arm. As he pulled me up I grabbed my bag, not wanting to leave it behind whilst he started walking forward, still holding my arm. I tried to pull away but he stopped walking, gave me a small smirk then continued to walk so I gave up and let him lead me to where he was taking me. I don't know what it was but I had a feeling that he wasn't going to hurt me.

He lead me inside of the venue we were standing outside of and I started freaking out a little bit. He stopped to calm me down when he noticied this then began walking again with a smile on his face. Once we had gotten inside, I realized who he was. He was Jayy Von Monroe from Blood on the Dance Floor and I may or may not have been fan girling on the inside. We walked into the dressing room in the back where he finally let me go. I looked around the room seeing it was absolute mess. There were clothes thrown everywhere along with makeup and shoes.

"Nope, that's not it. Neither is that one. Aha! No I waas wrong. Where's Jeffree when you need him?" A voice said.

Jayy walked towards the voice while I sat down on a brown leather couch, setting my bag on the ground beside me. Next thing I know Jayy and Dahvie walk out, Dahvie hugging Jayy and Jayy just walking to me. Once they got to me Jayy pushed Dahvie off him. Dahvie put his hand over his heart and had a face of mock hurt. Jayy flipped him off and pointed at me. Dahvie turned around to face me and smiled but his smile dropped when he saw my still bleeding arm.