Band imagines (request closed)

Palaye Royale

T.W-this one involves child abuse and bullying of a blind reader.

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" Hey boys. Look who it is, it's batgirl!"

A  voice I recognize as Damien's, shouts from behind me, followed by the laughter of his two best friends. I ignore the ruckus and continue down the school hallway, tapping my cane before me.

" hey look at me when I'm talking to you " my shoulder is nudged from behind and my face hits, what feels like a firm chest. "Whoa! Watch where your going babe" this voice belongs to one of Damien's pals, Rocky. " I'm not your babe" I spit back, struggling to move away from him. When I do break free, he grabs my cane from my hand. Before I could scream for it back, I was shoved sideways, my head and back colliding with a group of lockers. I then hear a loud snap beside my ear, before something metal hits the hard floor. 

" oh, I'm sorry, batgirl, did you need that to get around school." Damien's breath tickles my neck as he whispers in my ear " I guess you'll have to crawl your way to class" I'm then kicked in the knees and I Fall to the ground, trying to hold back my tears, I struggle to stand up, only to be shoved back down. .I cover my head in anticipation of another blow, but it never comes.

"Hey, leave her the fuck alone!" I smile at the sound of my friend Emerson as I hear my tormentors run off behind me and they are followed by one set of heavier footsteps, most likely wearing boots. Emerson bends down to help me back to my feet and his hands roam my stomach and arms, in search of bruises. He suddenly brushes a certain spot, causing me to flinch back. " Woah, sorry. Does that hurt?" He ask touching the same spot again, this time I can't hold back my giggle " no, Em. It tickles." "Oh, does it now?" He ask, punctuating his question by attacking my sides again. " no, stt-stop!" I studder through my laughter as I attempt to walk away only to walk into someone. " oh, hey are you okay?" Another familiar voice comes from in front of me.

" hey, Rem. Thanks for chasing them away" Emerson walks up behind me, taking my arm. " help me get her to the nurse" he takes my hand in his, interlocking our fingers " this way, my lady" 

I sat in the nurses station, holding an ice pack to my leg, until the end of fifth period, I know the guys are just using me as an excuse to skip class until lunch, but I can't say I hate the company, they are my best friends. The bell rings and we collect our excuses, and they escort me to the cafeteria. While we eat, they discuss their music and they invite me to ride home with them so they can practice before their first real gig, which is this weekend. I've never been to their house before, so I excitedly agree and they began to argue over who gets to walk me to class. Three hours, two classes and a 20 minute drive later, Rem takes my hand, helping me from the car. 

Now, I know you're probably wondering why  they keep doing everything for me. I have been blind for five years now,  when I was ten, my step-father attacked me with bleach. It was terrible, but he and my mom were both arrested for child endangerment, abuse and assult. That's why I moved in my grandparents and to a new school, with a new disability. Emerson was one of the first people to talk to me, I expected him to make fun of my burn scars, just like everyone else, but instead he said it made me look badass. He introduced me to Remington and his other brother Sebastian later on and now we're almost inseparable. I've tried many times to fight them on helping me, insisting that I'm not a helpless baby, and can do thing on my own. But it's pretty useless to argue, they don't listen to me, and to be honest, I kinda like the attention. Who wouldn't.

The first thing they did was give me a tour of their house, explaining what everything looked like. Then we got drinks and snacks, deciding to relax while we waited for  Sebastian to get home from his school.  Emerson is describing his art the best he can, I have an image of it in my head, but I think his drawings may be better than I can imagine. I hear Rem's heavy boots across the hard wood floor before he drags a chair out, then there is a noise that others may describe as a terrible screech.

I gasp at the sound, " is that a piano? " I ask, excitedly. " uh, yeah. You play?" Emerson ask, helping me up and across to the bench, where Remington places my hands on the keys and begins a familiar tune.

"Whoa, you never said you could play piano." Seb exclaims as he enters the front door, closing it behind him. " oh, well, uh. I play piano guys" I reply sarcastically as the song ends and i begin another tune of my own. I was so lost in "my immortal", that I didn't notice they we're whispering about me in the kitchen. Until Emerson cleared his throat, and I stopped my movement, turning toward his voice. " Y/n, we have a question for you " he starts, only to be interrupted by Remington asking me " would you like to join Kropp Circle?" I laugh at his joke, but they aren't laughing with me "you're serious?"  " of course, we need a keyboardist anyway, why not our best friend." Seb answers. I'm silent for a while " so, will you do it?" Emerson repeats, and I simply smile " oh my god, yes. I'd love to play with you guys" I'm quickly surrounded by them in a tight hug. " thank you guys, I can't wait " Seb pulls away first

" good, cause you need to start practicing. First show is in two days remember. "

What have I gotten myself into??