knives and pens

Duex believes she is one of many. one person of the 7 billion out there, But is she? One of many Or many of one? tears like blood stain her cheeks as she realizes the direction fate. As she learns to exept it she begins to hate the love of her life, and this causes an unthinkable pain. When will she come to terms with being dead inside. can black veil brides help her past music? is she a lost cause or is her soul still savable.

(sorry for the bad description. this is my first fanfiction so no hate please. critism allowed and welcomed though -barritt)