"Dad stop!" I yelled as I dodged my dad's punch.
"Get out of my house you fucking little bitch!"
I rushed past him and ran outside without any shoes or a coat on. It felt only about 30 degrees. I kept running, listening to my feet hit the pavement until I got to the nearest gas station. I went into the bathroom, washed my smeared makeup off and sat on the ground to clear my head for a while. I had to process what just happened. When it hit me, I started crying and realized that my dad was drunk again. I reached in my back pocket, took out my phone, and pulled the case off to grab the razor blade hiding behind my phone. I pulled up my sleeve and dragged the razor against my skin a few times. I put the razor and phone back in my pocket, and washed up. When I walked out of the bathroom, I looked around the store and decided to get a blue monster. I only found a 20 in my pocket, so I payed with that.
I went back outside, walked a few blocks, and sat on the curb. I untied my earbuds from the belt loop on my pants, stuck them in my ears, and turned my music up as loud as it could go. I sat there looking like a lonely little emo girl, drinking a monster and listening to screamo. But that's only what people see from the outside.
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The Destroyer
Teen FictionBreanne is a 17 year old girl who runs away from home, and the band Black Veil Brides finds her and it turns out she has great drumming skills, and one of the band members fall in love with her.
