Crimson Saviour (BVB Fanfic)

C'mon it'll be fun!

"Sue, join the cheer team! You have the body for it! You can be just like your sister." My lovely mother yells. I roll my eyes, "You can stop playing the drums and start singing, you can be a model, just please stop being an outcast, my friends think I'm a bad parent! You're ruining my reputation." Truth is finally out, huh? Well, let's see how you handle this.

"Oh, dearest mother," I walk in circles around her, "I should probably tell you, I'm going to a concert tonight. Also, I'm moving out, don't even pull the fucking 'What about your dad' card. He's helping me. By the fucking way, it's not 'Sue' it's Suicide. Call me Sue again and I swear to Jinxx I will scream every profanity I know." I stop and glare, me over towering her easily, me being 6'0 her being 5'2. Thank you Father, my dad is about 6'5, so I'm tall, like him. My sister got stuck with the shorter genes, her a whopping 5'3. Why the fuck am I talking about genes? Who cares? "So, this is goodbye Mother." I spit, the word like venom. I walk out, my combat boots making 'thud' noises, I laugh when I see my friends in the car already. "I AM FREE BITCHES!" Cheers are heard throughout the car. My stuff is already moved into my apartment, I hop on my motorcycle just a my father pulls in. I wave bye, and speed out. My friends follow me over to my new apartment. I walk up the stairs, them following, and slam the door.

"Cide, how'd it go?" Destanie asks, Destanie is my beautiful best friend.

"Great actually, I got right to the point, and I left, 19 and still in school. Just realized this, I'm dropping out! Ah, sweet." I light my cigarette, Who knew I was going to make it this fucking far? Remember at 12, it was thoughts of suicide and notes and methods. Now, I'm going to follow my dreams.

"CIDE!"

"Huh? Sorry." I smile sheepishly, and take a long drag of my cigarette,

"You probably shouldn't space out, go get ready for the concert." My BGF, Alex, says. His boyfriend, Dave, clearly agrees.

"Are you saying I look like crap?" I ask, sweetly, with a smile. Their eyes widen and they shake their heads. I laugh, I love scaring people. I get up, putting my cigarette out, and walk to my room. I grab my makeup and do my usual smokey weird look thing, and I do C.C's warpaint, and slip on my black skinny jeans, my BVB hoodie with an Andy muscle shirt underneath, I load my arms up with bracelets, covering my scars. You quit on your wrists, but not your thighs and hips. While getting dressed I look at my tattoos.

"Never give in, Never back down, When your life feels lost fight against all odds."

"Should I sink or swim or simply disappear?"

"What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead."

"I'm not okay and it's not alright."

And more lyrics, Music has saved me, I smile softly,I grab the tickets and walk out shutting my lights off as I do. I pass the mirror in the hallway and check my piercings, snakebites, my rings up my ear, eyebrow, tongue, nose, Metal faced daughter. I laugh and run to my friends, my excitement building up. On the way to the venue, we blast all of our favorite BVB songs. I never thought I would make it this far, and now, I'm the person I've dreamt of being.

Destanie and Dave start talking about something, Alex is on his phone and I'm driving.

"Hey Cide? Do you think your mom will find you?" Alex asks quietly.

"She can find me, easy, I can just tell her to leave. I'm 19 old enough to live on my own. I was only there for my father." I answer quickly.

"CIDE! THERE'S THE VENUE! YAY! WE ARE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE HERE! AM I THE ONLY ONE HYPERVENTILATING?! YES? WELL, OKAY. Oh MY GOD! THE TOUR B-" Des's rambling is cut short by Dave's hand covering her mouth, her mumbling still heard. I park and open the door, Des and Dave jump out and run over to look at the tour bus, me and Alex hang back.