So I Can Feel Alive

We Don't Belong

Annabelle^^^^^^^^^
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'WE DON'T BELONG HEREE, WE DON'T BELONG.WOAHHH WOAHHHHH WE DON'T BEL-'
"What do you want?" I croaked into the phone, not bothering to check the caller ID. Who the fuck calls at 6AM in the Summer holidays?
"Britany Jayne Locks is that any way to speak to your dearest friend?"
"Annabelle what do you want? I need my god damn sleep." I sighed.
"You're not up yet? It's 1PM hun. You might wanna get up and ready now if you wanna make it to the BVB concert later." I could practically hear the smug smirk in her voice. I scrambled around my bed side table for my watch, knocking everything off it in the process. 1:18.
Then I realized what she'd actually said.
"The WHAT NOW?!"
Putting Annabelle on speakerphone, I leaped out of bed and half way across the small room in 1 second flat to open to curtains. Light flooded through the room and I could see out the window that my mom's car had already gone. Belle was ranting about how she managed to snag last minute tickets, barely taking a moment to catch her breath. I stopped for a split second and sighed, then went straight back to rushing around my room in an attempt to tidy it.

In an attempt to make the bed, I managed to yank the quilt up and punch myself in the face. There was finally a silence on the other end of the phone as I crumpled to the floor. I let out a loud shriek and raised my hand to my eye. Well, that was the aim. I actually didn't realize how hard I had swung my arm up and ended up slapping the bruise that was already forming around my eye.

"Um Britt? You okay?"

After taking a few moments to compose myself, I finally stood up and hung up my phone, telling Annabelle to text me the details. I praised the lord for the silence that finally filled the room- I loved Belle a lot but she sure could fucking talk. Soon enough the silence became eery and I decided to blast Die For You through the speakers and danced along despite the pain.

I didn't even bother to look in the mirror, and instead decided to run to the freezer and take out an ice pack and lay back on my bed, letting it sit on my face. About an hour after I'd had enough relaxation, I realised that I hadn't checked my phone since the night before.Grabbing it off the table, I noticed that I had a couple new twitter notifications, and even a DM. All from last night.

'@andyBVB: @fxckimbritt legal.'

Legal.

Is he for real?

I decided against replying to that and clicked on my DMs. Oh fabulous. One from Andy Biersack himself.

'So you're a fan then?;)'

Oh yeah definitely. Slight sarcasm there.

'Yes. Of your music. Not yourself sugar tits.'

Okay so sugar tits was a bit weird but I thought I'd talk to him over twitter the way I'd talk to him face to face. Almost straight away I got his reply.

'Right well I'm sure I could change your mind. Come to my show tonight.'

He couldn't possibly know I lived nearby, could he? That's when I saw the time at the top of the screen. 2:30 already. That meant I only had an hour and a half to get ready since it would take about 3 to get to the venue. I scrambled up to get ready, forgetting to answer Andy's message.

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I left the house an hour and a quarter later in my black cropped Killstar sweater, red checkered skinny trousers, black platformed creepers giving me an extra 4 inches and white laced frilly socks. Around my neck I had my black tattoo choker with a small silver pentagram attached to it, and a separate black necklace with a Yin and Yang charm. My hair was backcombed and felt weirdly fluffy from the amount of product I wear on a daily basis. The dark purple bruise on my eye stuck out a lot from my pale skin, so I was wearing multiple layers of concealer and foundation, and you pretty much couldn't see the purple at all. As per usual, thick eyeliner rimmed my green eyes and i wore a small gold lipring in the shape of two skull hands connecting around my lip. I think it was fairly safe to say that I looked hot.