Underrated Youth -YUNGBLUD- [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1 -The Concert-

Reva POV

       Today was the day. I was finally going to do what I had wanted for years. It's been exactly 10 years since it happened. Ten years since the colorful balloons were spattered with blood. Ten years since the screams drowned out the cheerful shouts of playing children.
        Today was my 18th birthday, and I was giving myself the present I had always wanted.
       I put on the outfit I had picked out last night.

Nothing too fancy because I wanted to be comfortable. I knew there was a lot of jumping at concerts. Especially YUNGBLUD's. I'd done my research. His music was loud and he got very involved while performing. His fans went crazy, swarming in crowds. A perfect disguise.
       I packed my small bag with everything I needed. A water bottle, a granola bar, and the small orange bottle of pills. Harmless when taken at the correct dosage, but in large amounts, lethal. I glanced around my room to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. Everything was where it should be. So I turned on my heel and walked out the door. Down the hallway where I'd run as fast as my legs would carry me. Past the living room where the children had stood confused and scared. And past the kitchen that had been covered in blood. I walked through the front door and onto the porch. Slowly I locked the door behind me, memories filling my head, footsteps echoing down the street as I let my old home become small behind me. One last time.

~*~*~*~

      The doors finally opened after hours of waiting in line. We had all been checked by security guards and had had our hands stamped with a small black hearts. The fans flooded in like ants escaping from a crushed anthill. My spot was close to the stage, seeing as I had bought my ticket early and had come hours in advance.
       It filled up quickly and it wasn't long before it went pitch black.
       "Are you ready L.A.?"
The crowd erupted in screams as lights started flashing. Suddenly YUNGBLUD's name was lit up on stage. I screamed along with the fans as the man himself ran into view, slightly enjoying myself. Music started thundering through the speakers as Yungblud jumped around on stage.
       I had always wanted to be at a concert when I did it. Music was one of my favorite things before my eighth birthday. I would sit in my room with headphones on to block out the sounds of my parents yelling at each other. After it happened I lost touch of new musicians. When I first really heard music again it was over the cheap radio in my closet.
      
Flashback type thing

       It was the first time I had been back at my house for six years. I had been bounced from foster home to foster home and finally decided to run away. I didn't know what to expect. I figured that my house had been sold or knocked down to make space for another. But when I got to my old street I was surprised to find it still standing. The paint was chipped and a few windows were cracked but it was still there nonetheless. I never found out why nobody moved in or tore it down. I just assumed that nobody wanted a house with that kind of history. So I took it upon myself to move in. 
       While I was cleaning up my old room I found the radio. It had been a present from my uncle Paul before he died. The red plastic was covered in dust but I found some batteries and managed to turn it on. The song that came on captivated me, so I turned up the volume.

She leaves her parents house around midnight
Meets her best mate at the shop, buy some cheap wine
And go to space, see the Milky Way
Get away from the teenage everyday cliché pressure
Absent on absinthe, dancing to bad synths
Saturday night ain't about romancing anymore
Just you getting lit in the queue to the dance floor

Too many blokes are getting heavy
When a girl looks unsteady
Blisters on your bleeding soles
"Here have my boots, I'll walk you home"
He walks her straight up to the front door
As she stumbles on the floor
We all know what happens next
A bit of fun turns to regret

Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no
Leave it alone mate, leave it alone mate, leave it alone mate

Daylight wakes her up the next morning
A foreign room where the sheets are blue, and not white
No scented candles in sight
Just a stranger on his side, says, "Cheers love for last night"
Got to go forensic, avoid the domestic
Get antiseptic and give him the polygraph eyes
Turn your head to the side and lie to the real life

See this girl, she had a boyfriend
His name was Zack and he made her happy
But he couldn't understand
In his mind, she was a slag
When she tried to explain what happened
She was shouting at him for an hour
Crying at the top of her lungs
"Don't leave me here, you're the one I love"

Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya

She can't even run, she can't even walk
She slurs when she speaks
But you hear what you want when she can't even talk
She can't even run, she can't even walk
She slurs when she speaks
But you hear what you want when she can't even talk
Can't even talk, can't even talk
(Can't even talk, can't even talk)

Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no
Leave it alone, mate
She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya

(Leave it alone, mate) She can't even run
(Leave it alone, mate) She can't even walk
She slurs when she speaks
But you hear what you want when she can't even talk
(Leave it alone, mate) She can't even run
(Leave it alone, mate) She can't even walk
She slurs when she speaks
But you hear what you want when she can't even talk
(Yes, I know that was long, sorry. Also, the time line is kinda fooked up so let's just agree to ignore it.)

Whether because it was the first song I had really listened to in years or not, I thought it was beautiful. So I decided that that was the song I would die listening to.

End flashback thing

       (I would recommend playing Polygraph Eyes for the mood)
       It had been a while since the concert started and everyone around me was covered in sweat. I was slightly tired, but I had built up a high stamina over the years. I didn't have much to do at home.
       All of a sudden, the mood changed and the music became slower as Polygraph Eyes started. This was it. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, closing my eyes. I reached into my bag for the orange bottle, fingers closing around it. I slouched a little bit so that my already small body was swallowed by the crowd. I had been planning this moment for 10 years. Imagined it so many times that I could almost pretend it was real. Dreamt about it so often that now it was like watching a favorite movie. Nobody noticed me bringing the bottle to my lips, pouring small white pills in. Nobody noticed me follow it with water, repeating the process until I grew too weak. Nobody noticed my body swaying gently with the crowd and stumbling over my own feet. I turned my face to the sky as my vision went black.

Turn your head to the side and lie to the real life.