Broken Wings Only Fly If You Make Them

Chapter 1

Arabella's POV

"Holy shit, put a sock in it before I do it my self!"

"Just go back in your room and write your bullshit songs that no one will ever want to hear!"

"Never heard that one before." I muttered as I slammed my bedroom door.

Julia happens to be the worst sister on the fucking planet! Everyone says they want a little sister but its a trap, fucking run.

Julia is thirteen years old and I'm nineteen. I haven't left home yet because I have yet to save enough money to move out to Los Angeles. I've been saving since I was fifteen, just to make sure that I'm well of for an apartment and necessities when I get there. Of course, nobody in my godforsaken family believes in me but, I believe in myself and that's all that matters, right? You see, I'm the family black sheep.

Tonight, I would be attending a very important concert, that being a Black Veil Brides concert. I LOVE them! They are fucking amazing! That's why I'm going to be spending the next three and a half hours getting ready, naturally.

By seven thirty, I had showered, dressed, and blow dried my hair. I dressed in a pair of black skinnies, an old Black Veil Brides top, Doc Martins, a studded belt, and a zip-up Batman hoody.

I straightened my strawberry blonde hair, flatter than a shelf and teased the upper layers lightly. I added a small amount of hairspray and a black head band with a small black bow on the top.

My make up included some simple black, winged eyeliner, mascara, red lipstick, and foundation as I usually didn't wear much to begin with. Red lips for the occasion of course.

By the time I had finished, the time read eight thirty so, I grabbed my ticket, phone, headphones, and my lipstick for reapplying purposes.

I grabbed my keys and was on my way to the arena for the best night of my life.

As I arrived ten minutes later, my mouth gaped at the number of people in line.

"No fucking way." I muttered, shutting my car off. There was only three people, fuck yes!

I headed to the door, handed my ticket over to be scanned and made my way inside. I went right up to the barricade and plotted on my ass, leaning my back against it as I pulled my phone out and scrolled through twitter.

"Hey." They probably aren't talking to me.

"Helloooo." They chuckled. I looked up and my mouth gaped open, seeing the one and only, Ashley Purdy standing in front of me, smiling.

"H-hi." I stammered idiotically.

He chuckled and sat next to me. Oh my God...I'm going to die right now.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Arabella Kile." I said, blushing.

"That's a gorgeous name, never heard one like it before." He smiled.

"Yeah, well I've never heard of a man named Ashley." I said then slapped my hand over my mouth, looking at him wide eyed.

He laughed, "Me neither. But, hey! My parents wanted a girl. What can ya do?" He mused.

I giggled and shook my head.

"Well, Arabella, I thought I'd ask who you were here with." He smirked.

I looked around, then at my legs and pursed my lips, pointing at myself.

He chuckled, "that's what I figured. You wanna come back stage?" He asked.