Ritual {Black Veil Brides}

Prologue

Rose's POV

May 2nd,  2013

I picked at my nails and watched the clock tick on the wall.  I had been sitting in this seat for exactly 5 minutes but it felt like an eternity.  The lady sitting opposite to me was jotting something down on her clipboard.  She wasn't exactly young, maybe like in her 40s.  She had her hair pulled into a tight bun that left me wondering if she had an excruciating headache, just like me right now.  Her head tilted up, her lips moved but the sound didn't meet my ears.  Okay Rose, you can do this.  Just focus.

"Rose?"

"Huh"

"I asked, when did you begin to feel this way?" Her head tilted to the side and I noticed the concern, the caring look that glimmered in her eyes.  I couldn't tell if it was genuine or complete bull.  My guess is the latter.

"February, I guess." The lady hummed as she jotted that down in her notes.

"And did something happen that lead you to these feelings?  Maybe a life change?" A life change?  You mean like how some creepy, stalker jock took a picture of me and spread it all around school?  Or the fact that my best friend choosing to ignore my existence all together?

"You could say that I guess."

"What happened Rose?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, telling a stranger of the single most humiliating, heartbreaking moment of my life.  Not on my list of things that I am dying to do.  Death, now that's an option that hasn't crossed my mind before.  Death is a strange concept when you think about.  One moment you are on this earth, taking up your own space, and the next you're not.  I wonder what that feels like?  Maybe you feel nothing at all.  Maybe that's the point that I'm at right now.  

February 17th, 2013

The rain pounded down on the tin roof of the school as I made my way down the hallway.  Water was dripping off my coat, I shivered wishing I had worn a sweatshirt today in addition to the other layers I already had on.  I'm used to people staring, maybe it's because I decided to dye my  hair silver in the 9th grade, or the fact that a majority of my wardrobe consists of black and band tees, I can blame my brother for that one.  Today though, today was different.  Whispers were exchanged as I made my way down the hall.  I chose to try and ignore it.

I spotted a head of blonde hair up ahead and smiled at the sight of my best friend, and crush, which I would never admit to anybody, not even her.  

"Quinn!" 

As I approached her, her head turned, a dark cloud seeming to be above her head.  I frowned as I took in her appearance.  The bubbly girl, now, had a scowl on her face, eyes red and watery.  

"What's wrong?" I asked, softly.  Reaching out to place my hand on her arm, an attempt to comfort her.  Her arm immediately jerked back and she turned to look at me fully.

"What's wrong?  What's wrong?!  You, you're what's wrong!  God you're so sick, I can't even look at you."  Her words hit me like a ton of bricks.  

"What are you talking about?" I managed through the tears that were starting to fill up in my eyes.

"This picture."  She stated in a sharp manner.  Her hand holding her phone in front of my, Facebook pulled open.  Two girls sat in the front seat of a car, me and Quinn.  It was easy to see my face, her body was turned in a way where all you could tell was it was a blonde haired girl.  Our lips were connected in the kiss that we had shared.  The kiss that had kept me up all weekend, the kiss that wasn't just ours anymore.  I felt my throat choke up.  A heavy weight settled in my chest.