I Fell In Love With Synyster Gates

Sabal's p.o.v.

I get home on a Friday night to find my dad passed out on the kitchen floor with a bottle of Yellow Tail liquor in his hands. My world has slowly been tearing apart since the day my mom died. She was amazing I know if she were here right now I wouldnt be the way I am. I'd be.. 'happy'. She died when I was two in a car accident. Ever since my dad has been an alchoholic, adn an abuser. We just moved to Hunntington Beach California. Not someplace I really care for though. I'm 17 and I now go to Hunntington Beach High. I just started school this week, as in the first day of school. I only really go so I can get away from my abusive father. I have hazel brown eyes black hair with purple underneath and I am 5"4. I'm small, I know. I have my hips peirced and my lips as well. My dad pretty much doesnt care what I do, as long as he has some sort of drugs or liquor. I have a weekend job to help pay the bills. I go upstairs into my room. My walls are black and purple, my favorite colors. I lay on my bed with my face buried in my pillows. I have a zebra bedroom set. Also I have a bunch of heavy metal band posters on my walls. I turn on my radio and listen to some Asking Alexandria. I couldnt help but feel more pain as I realise how terrible my life now is. I'm depressed and it sucks. I take anti-depessent pills which make me very moody, so I hardly take them anymore. I havent been a kid since I was 4. Thats when my dad went absolutely nuts. I had to learn to cook, clean, and pretty much live on my own. I go into my bathroom cursing at myself, trying to forget about everything happening. I sit down by the window and smoke yet another ciggaret. I quickly put it out and jumped into the shower when my wrists started to bleed. As I lay there, relaxing as much as I could in the tub I looked over at the razor on the side of the sink. I looked at the other cuts on my arm and knew what I had to do. I took the razor close to my skin and started to cut, deeper and deeper until I felt better. I drained the bloody water and let the showerhead run water rinsing it out and off of my body. I started to cut again. I carved the words 'HATE' and 'PAIN' on my ankles as in I always wear jeans. As the blood starts to dry up and my wounds start to burn, I wash them thoroughlly not wanting to get an infection or anything. I step out of the shower and let my long locks of hair fall loosely on my face and back. I dry myself then look into the mirror at myself. I don't know if I'ts just because its my own body or what nut no matter what I feel fat, ugly, and I get uncomfertable around people. I'm so self consious.  I pull out a pair of ripped skinny jeans that are white and throw on my Korn t-shirt that is black and neon green. My dad introduced me to the rock band Korn when I was pretty young, he's partially the reason I listen to what I do. As I walked outside I noticed a girl who dressed the same as me and had on a metallica t-shirt on. I kept walking as though I didnt see her. "Hey" she said grabbing my wrist to stop me "ahh" I hissed as my cuts started to burn. "Oh god, I'm soo sorry! I just meant to ask if you had a ciggaret on you?" I looked her up and she was taller than me being about 5"7. She has long brown hair and peircing ocean blue eyes. She seemed to be normal weight has a slight cuve to her body she had no peicings exept her ears, and had a tatoo on her wrist that says 'imagine'. She was kind of like me in a way. "Sure, here and It's fine I'm sure you didnt mean to." I gave her a small smile "My name is Kara by the way, Kara Hemingsworth." she said lighting her ciggaret. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sabal" I said taking a seat next to her on the bench. "I know how you feel.. I cut too" she said pulling up her sleeve. "Why? What happened to make you cut?"  I looked at her taking another drag from  my cancer stick. "I'm just really depressed my sisters are bitches and my parents are abusive. Only to me though, I dont know why.. what is is that I did so wrong.. and you?" she said turning back at me "My dad is abusive.. my mom died when I was two and ever since hes been nuts. I'm also depressed as well, I just can't ever seem to be happy like most people. But at least I know I'm not alone now" I put my cig outand stood up she did the same "right on that one!" she said taking my hand in hers. "Lets go get some candy and soda!" she said and for the first time, I've made a friend, for the first time I've felt the slightest bit of joy from it. "Yeshh!" I said and we ran hand in hand to the store. Why? I have no idea but hey, it's normal.. right? "Hey, can you stay the night at my place?" I asked curiously "Yepp my parents dont care what I do these days!" she said shoving a handful of snicker bites into her mouth. "Same!!" I said and we smiled and walked to my place. "Soo, wheres your dad?" she said not wanting to disturb him "Ahh he's staying at a friends they are having a party. Just you and me babe!" I said and we went upstairs to change into some comfy close as it was starting to get late. "Here you can wear these." I said tossing her some shorts and a tank. As for me I put on a pair of sweats and a tank, throwing my hair into a messy bun. Kara and I dashed downstairs to watch some scary movies and eat loads of ramon noodles. We then cleaned up our mess and headed upstairs to my room, we fell asleep around 3:00 a.m.