This chapter was rewriten on 4/7/15. Please enjoy <3
I wiped the tears from my puffy eyes and took a deep breath, pulling my thoughts together. I opened my bedroom door slowly, careful not to make a sound. I tiptoed delicatley over to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I sighed in relief and flicked on the light. My eyes wandered to the mirror and I froze at the sight of my relfection.
The handprint shown brightly, red and defined, on contrast to my pale skin, spots on purple forming at the center of it. My whole face was red and puffy from crying, eyeliner dripping down my face from the tears. My hair was slightly matted from cleaning all day long.
Since I was cleaning, I didn't bother to dress completely so all I wore were short running shorts and a flimsy tank top I would never wear in public, so everything was showing. On my arms and shoulders popped up uneven scars that were a dark tan color, contrasting off of my pale skin. They litered everywhere, some bigger than others. I still had some raw ones, with rings of red surrounding them. The sight begging to be picked or scratched at. Then I saw more.
Little bumps in my hairline, scars and discusting little dents into my forehead from scratching at blackheads and zits. I felt my hand move upward and scratch at a raw scab, a small bit of pain struck, but not enough to stop me. Then I saw the blood.
"No!" I whisper screamed at myself and smacked my own hand away. I grabbed a small peice of tissue and stoped the bleading and focused myself with getting ready. I quickly grabbed my hairbrush and began to brush out my dark burgandy hair until is was smooth and untangled. I fixed my bangs and let it naturally wave down past my shoulders. Then I grabbed my make-up bag and covered the scars on my face, leaving a smooth looking skintone that used to be there. I did a simple dark eye shadow with heavy eyeliner and mascara and left it at that.
I smirked at the mirror, looking half decent for once in my life. I flicked off the light and opened my door to see my mother walking down the hallway. She stopped to examine me. I had my hair and makeup done, yet I was in my sloppy pajamas. "What were you doing in there?" she questioned.
"W-Washing my face," I stuttered.
"Mhm." she didn't look convinced, "well I'm going to drink with some friends, good luck if your father comes home."
And just like that, she walked out the front door and left. The signature screech and cloud of dirt, then the silver peice of trash racing out of the trailer park. Then there was just me, left home alone with a concert ticket and a place to be. A smirk played its way onto my lips and I let out a soft laugh.
With that, I ran into my room and ditched my pajamas for some ripped denim skinny jeans and a Black Veil Brides t-shirt. I slipped on some off-brand converse I had gotten myself and and picked up my money, phone, and the ticket. I knew it started at 6, but didn't know how much time I had to get to the venue by foot. I checked my phone for the time. It was 5:30 pm. Phuck.
I bounded out the door and slammed it shut then began to sprint twords my destination. I pounded the pavement as my breathing became heavier and heavier, my sweaty clothes sticking to my skin uncomfortably. From a distance or a passing car, I looked like a zombie flailing its arms and running like a penguin with a camel toe. But that didn't matter to me.
My plan... well wasn't really a plan. I was just going to sneak out and sneak back in, but I expected to be punished wether I was caught or not, because I yelled at my mom. I figured the best night of my life would be worth whatever punishment was going to be handed to me. I mean, the worst that could happen was a broken bone or something along the likes of that, and it was only temporary. I would heal and everything would go back to normal, but I still would have gotten to see Black Veil Brides live.
