Darling You'll be Okay

Chapter 2: At the Concert

The weeks passed and finally it was my birthday. I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain black T-shirt and a bracelet that hid my scars well enough. Faith drove up to my house and I loaded my few belongings into the back of her car. Since I was supposed to be out by the end of the day, we figured my stuff would be alright in the back of he car while we were at the concert. When we got to the concert, Faith bought me some band merch and we went to the concert. They were playing their newest album, Selfish Machines, and the 28 year old Vic Fuentes looked as hot as ever up on stage. throughout the concert, Vic kept glancing at me. Once or twice, I looked back at him, but only for a moment, before I would take a sudden interest in my shoes.

Later, we went to the meet and greet. After quite some time, it was our turn. We walked up and the actually hugged us. 

Faith laughed and said,"he' so's short!" as she compared her height to Vic's. He laughed and looked at me. 

"Hey, that' said cool bracelet!" 

He reached for my hand and I jerked away. 

"I just wanted to see it," he said, grabbing my hand. 

But my bracelets had shifted, exposing the scars I had been tryin so hard to hide.

"Oh" he said when he saw them. 

I jerked away and started to run. I didn't even know where I was going, I just had to get away. 

"Nina, wait!" I heard Faith call. 

My razor fell out of my pocket and I stopped to pick it up. I hadn't gotten out of Vic's eyesight though and he saw.

"Stop!" he yelled. 

But I kept running. Now I knew where I was going.

I ran to the bathroom, looking back only once to make sure that no one was following. Of course, no one was. I heard Faith calling in the distance, it hurt, how much she worried. She and Denise were the only ones who cared, and it hurt to know that I was hurting them. I locked myself into the bathroom and cried. I was trying so hard not to hurt myself, to syay strong for them, but old habits die hard. People started knocking to use the bathroom so I decided to leave.

I got out, trying my best to avoid Faith, and I walked down the street to the bus stop.

I sat down behind the bench and sobbed onto my knees. Like always, everyone walked around me, no one cared, and why should they? I'm completely worthless. I pulled my razor from my pocket. 

"Stop!" shouted Vic.

I dropped the razor in surprise, hitting my head on the back of the bench in the process. 

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "but I had to stop you somehow." 

He took my hand gingerly in his. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked.

"No." 

"Come with me..." and he led me into a Starbucks.

"But I don't have any money." 

He just laughed and ordered me a hot chocolate.

"Thank you."

He grinned at me and I looked down and blushed, which made him grin even more. We talked for a little while, him generously not mentioning the incident with the razor. A few hours later, it was time for him to go. Before he left, he asked me for my number. 

"But I don't have a pen." 

He whipped a sharpie out of his back pocket. I gave him a look and said "seriously?" 

"Hey, always come prepared, right?"

I laughed. "Prepared? For what?" 

"To sign anything a fan shoves in my face." 

"What kinds of things do they shove in your face?" I asked. 

"You don't want to know." He said, putting on a very serious face. He looked at me and we both burst out laughing. I wrote my number on his hand, and he kissed my cheek before walking off.