When All You See Is Darkness

Chapter One

This story was based off a prompt (which I don't have a photo of) by Jelsa1_1merrcup, cos I've got writer's block and a headache. This is a song fic, so enjoy! The next parts will be longer, this is more of a one-shot, I know, but it's the weekend when my mind is on writing, not Wednesdays, sorry .-.

A/N:

Prompt by: Jelsa1_1merrcup (go check her out, she's great)

Warnings: Violence, self harm, vomit, alcohol, strong language.

Words: 939

Song: "Welcome To The Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance

POV: Lola

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I sat on my bed, leaning against the wall. My headphones were blaring my favourite album, The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. My homework was scattered all over my bed. I couldn't continue. Stress built up inside of me, and I was letting it all out in mascara filled tears.

When I was a young boy, my father took me to the city to see a marching band.

I had never met my dad. Ditched my mom before I was born, the bastard. Since my mom died when I was 5, I've been dumped at my uncle's. His wife left him for some big-shot guy and his kids are both popular and slutty. The girl was Jenny, a cheerleader who's slept with more guys than the entire rest of the cheerleading team combined. The boy, Alex, is just a plain slut. More like a whore, to be honest. He makes everyone swoon, and once they're won over, he takes them home and then... You can guess what happens. He's slept with more guys and girls than there were people in the whole of the 11th grade. I checked my phone. 8pm. I managed to find the effort to complete my physics homework, finishing it with a few tears that fell from my pale cheeks onto the pristine paper. Looking over to my bedside cabinet, I threw my pen off the wall out of anger. No more tissues. Jenny and Alex couldn't see me crying; they'd never let it go. I got up and went up to my door, peeking round the corner. An empty corridor stood before me. My feet didn't dare make a sound as I crept to the kitchen. I broke off a piece of kitchen roll and dried my eyes. As I turned to leave, the mirror by the door displayed my disgusting reflection. I did like it this way. My black hair falling lazily onto my shoulders with my fringe swept over. My makeup pale, every flaw hidden and my eyes emphasised by the amount of eye liner and mascara I always wore. A nose stud piercing me, capturing my so called "emo" look. I knew I was emo. My music displayed it. My phone was loaded with Green Day, Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy, There was the occasional song by The Arctic Monkeys or something, but the other 4 bands were my favourites. I was just about to go back to my room when Alex walked in.

He said "Son when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

He looked at me. His pathetic mouth opened.

"Get out of here, emo scum," his words had become overused, "I have a guest, and she doesn't want to see a vile..creature like yourself! You'll never make it in life, you know. Your lyrics might ask you if you'll be a saviour, but you'll just make it worse. In fact, you already have, you piece of shit."

"Oh, shut your face, Alex, you slut!" I didn't know what had come over me. This retaliation was long in the making, but I had lost control of myself, so I was unable to control what came out of my mouth.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I've had it with you and your filthy comments. Just because I have different interests doesn't mean I'm a piece of shit. Why don't you get your pathetic face out of mine and stop interrupting my life? Actually, no, I've had a better idea. Go fuck yourself. That's about as much use as you can bring to this world, which isn't any use at all, really!"

I stormed off, pushing past the girl stood awkwardly in the doorway. I threw myself into my bedroom, slamming the door and tossing myself onto my bed, crying myself to sleep. My anger couldn't be concealed. I'd lost control of all of my emotions, and my uncle didn't even believe me when I tried to tell him what was going on. This haunted my dreams. It was terrifying, if I'm honest. My dreams that night were all just rewinds of past bullies from my home town of Missouri.

He said "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?"

The next morning was a school morning. I faked being sick, and my uncle surprisingly believed me. I was alone for the whole day. I pulled a backpack from my closet and stuffed a few items I might need in there. Running away was the only option I could think if right now. Once the bag was packed, I hid it under my bed. I couldn't leave now. My uncle was going to take me to mom's grave, so that meant 5 days in Missouri with a friend. No Alex, no Jenny, just me and Jake. Jake was emo, too, but he was happier than me. He did drink sometimes, and had the odd cigarette, but he was happy witht that. He even made me feel better sometimes. I would text him when I would drink my troubles away, or cut them out of me. He'd talk all night and it would be the best. He was someone to trust, and we could go out on our own in Missouri. My uncle didn't really care where I went, as long as I came back by the day we were due to return to Texas. I had so many ideas of what we could do in Missouri, so this was going to be a great road trip.