You'd think she has good life. A straight-A student with a popular group of friends. She had gorgeous black hair that reached right above her shoulders. She had a slim body that most girls would die for. A tiny nose with plump pink lips and cute green eyes; not to mention the eyebrows that framed her face perfectly. Seems like a pretty happy girl; right? You'd be wrong. Then again, you cannot see someones demons. Here anxiety wont leave her alone; she can barely speak to people. Her family? Brother died of suicide. Mother could care less about her. Father is always working. A completely broken household. Her body image? Horrid. She's a bit underweight. Her eyebrows are too bushy and her nose is too big. Her body is ninety percent legs. Her friends make fun of her. Her depression... oh her depression. Her depression causes her to do things she'd never do otherwise. Self harm, under eat, cry herself to sleep every single fucking night praying to a god she doesn't even believes in that she will not wake up. She doesn't wanna get up. This is a story about Micaela. (authors note: this is based on my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression)

Sweat.... Alcohol...... Mosh pits........ She was in her element, and so was He. Little did you, He was watching from his Spotlight.

There's this band that she loves. this band is her favorite. but so is the guitarist Nicholas.. What happens when she walks into a tattoo shop for her first tattoo... only to find it's him? the rock star and love of her life! Bad Omens Is the best band out there, if ya haven't checked them out then I suggest ya do it! (: Also a quick thank you to a friend for helping me when I needed help!

Album: "Bad Omens" (2016) Glass Houses Exit Wounds The Worst In Me Feral Enough, Enough Now Malice Hedonist Broken Youth Crawl The Letdown Reprise (The Sound Of The End) The Fountain