Awake at night you focus
On everyone who's hurt you,
Then write a list of targets,
Your violence lack of virtue.


Sleep was impossible for the small black haired girl who was currently sitting in her bedroom window with a notebook in her hands. On the page before her, was a list of things she wanted to change about herself and while Moira Montgomery seemed to be confident on the outside, inside she was screaming. Her life wasn't that terrible at home-she had both parents, and an older sister who was getting ready to leave for an internship. Moira had a nice house, which her mother kept clean and the family sat down every night to family dinners. Her best friend Brady had it worse-her father was an alcoholic and abusive, while her mother seemingly no longer existed.

Together the two girls, along with their other best friend Trish, walked the halls of Fauquier High School together and together they trudged through the muck of the popular. The three girls were, what most deemed, freaks or losers. Black hair, black clothes and they loved to listen to incredibly loud music. This made them targets and together with a few others, the girls lived their daily lives in harassment. Moira was still sitting in her window, unaware of the person coming up from behind her and the small girl with the light green eyes nearly died of fright as a hand landed on her shoulder.


"Dess!" Moira squealed as she turned from the window and saw her older and much prettier sister standing before her. The girl-five years older than her-was standing there with her tattooed arms across her chest, her pink hair falling in to her matching green eyes.

"Sorry! I was walking to the bathroom and saw you sitting there. What are you doing up Moira?" Dess asked as she took a seat in Moira's squeaky computer chair and rested her elbows on her knees as she looked towards her little sister. They had once looked almost identical, but then Moira had chopped her hair up and dyed it black.

"Can't sleep-first day of school is tomorrow." Moira said sadly and Dess only smiled softly. Odessa was nineteen and getting ready to leave for her internship, but the sickness of their father was making her think twice. Moira needed her-the young girl was having a rough time of things at school.

"Yeah-Sophmore this year...almost a big girl on campus." Dess said as she ruffled Moira's hair and then walked out of the room and shut herself behind the bathroom door.


Yeah...except her life on campus was a living hell.



Leave us alone!
You're on your own!
Watch out!


Yelling filled the hallway as Moira walked down the crowded corridor, the shoving and pushing occuring more frequently as people realized who she was. Her boots hit the tile loudly, she was trying to get to her locker, get her things so that she could hide in her homeroom. Trish and Brady hadn't shown up yet and so Moira was on her own, which was never a good thing. Suddenly Moira felt a shove from behind and as she felt forward, her books flying out of her hands, the small girl looked over her shoulder and saw the worst person in the world standing behind her.

Brittany-a girl that Moira had once been friends with, but Middle School often changes things and people change with them. Moira had begun to listen to harder bands at the end of Middle School and so Brittany had distanced herself from the freaky girl. Then Moira, Trish and Brady had begun to hang out more often, separating themselves from the general populace. Usually the three girls were never without one another, but today of all days, Moira was having to walk the halls alone.


"Get up loser!" Brittany called down to her and Moira sighed as she reached for her books and then grimaced as a heeled shoe stepped on the top of her hand.

"Just leave me alone Brittany." Moira said as she gathered her things and pushed herself up. A circle had formed around the two girls, something that Moira always hated. Why did they have to gather around one another like mindless cattle?

"Why? Why should I leave a freak like you alone? You're already alone...your posse is nowhere to be found today..." The blonde girl was smirking at her and as Moira stood up and brushed her butt off, she felt the pain begin to throb in her hand.

"Because I've never, in my life, ever done anything to you." Moira stated as she held her books up to her chest, much like a shield and watched as Brittany and those around her began to laugh loudly.

"Oh really. You exist, bitch. You walk these halls day in and day out and the sight of you makes me sick." Brittany spat as she moved to stand closer to Moira. They were almost nose to nose now and Moira wished she had it in her to just reach out and punch the girl right in her perfect nose.

"Well I'm sorry that my being alive bothers you so much." Moira said, her tone emotionless. That was the key-never let them see you cry or get angry...at least not when they're expecting it.


The group began to disperse as another bell sounded out and it was time for everyone to head to class. Moira stayed put, her teeth clenched as she watched Brittany flick her blonde hair over her shoulder and walk away from Moira. This wouldn't be the last confrontation, but it would be the last time Moira allowed people to push her around like that.



We are breathin'
While you're sleepin'. Go -go!
And leave us alone.
The liars cheatin',
Our hearts beatin'. Go -go!
And now you're on your own.


"Moira! Turn it down!" Someone called out to her, but the fifteen year old only smirked and turned her music up slightly louder. She needed to drown out her feelings and nothing did it better then the loud screaming that Andy Six provided.

"Moira I said to turn it down!" There was the shouting again and this time Moira did as she was asked and turned around in her computer chair to find her older sister standing in her doorway. The once pink hair was gone, blonde now replacing it and the once ripped and torn clothing had been replaced by normal clothes-preppy clothes.

"God you're such a buzzkill." Moira stated as she stared her older sister down. The two of them had barely spoken since Dess had come home...since their father had died from his cancer.

"Yeah well I need to focus on getting some work done. Do you mind?" Dess said, her arms crossed over her chest. Moira noticed that Dess' eyes were red rimmed and she knew her older sister had been crying again. They both missed their father, but at least Moira had been able to say goodbye.

"Yeah, actually I do. Andy calms me and that's what I need right now." Moira said as she turned back to her computer screen. She had been working on her history homework when Trish had texted her, telling her about all of the rumors being spread around school by Brittany the bitch.

"Andy?" Dess asked as she smirked at her younger sister. The girl was so much like Dess when she was that age it wasn't even funny. Music obsessed, singer obsessed and thinking that no one understood her and never would.

"You wouldn't get it." Moira said and Dess only smirked as she left the room, the music softer now and so she could work.


Moira turned back to her computer, but she couldn't focus-she was so angry right now. Brittany was such a fucking liar and the rumors she was spreading about Moira, Trish and Brady were stupid, but people would believe them. Moira just wished she could be left alone-she didn't bother anyone, except when provoked and even then her tongue was sharper than her nails were. As Andy sang to her about weapons and cheaters, Moira smiled. This man-this blue eyed angel always knew what to say to make her feel better and as she shook her black hair up and down to the music, Moira knew Andy would always know exactly what to say.



Here's to your perfect weapon,
Crack bones with blind aggression,
Like birds whose wings are broken,
You live without direction.


A fist connected with a cheek and Moira felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her body as she looked down at the girl beneath her. Brittany was on her back, her long blonde hair spread out on the floor around her and Moira smirked as she let her fist fall against the porcelain cheek once again. The feel of the bitches bones cracking beneath her own hands gave Moira feeling she had never experienced before and she found that she loved it.

This hadn't been how Moira wanted things to go-she had wanted to keep her head down and just graduate from school without causing problems. But Brittany refused to leave her alone and Moira had finally had enough of her bullshit. The popular girl had caught up with Moira at her locker, pushing her up against it roughly and sneering in her face. It was almost summer time-almost time for Moira to be free before her Senior year and thenthat would be it. Moira had lashed out, smacking Brittany across the face and then she had jumped on the girl, pinning her down as her fist landed against that perfectly blushed cheek over and over again.


"Moira! Stop!" Trish was calling out to her, but there was no stopping Moira now. She was blind to the pain she was causing and truth be told she was enjoying it immensely.

"No!" Moira called out to her friend and she could feel a pair of hands grabbing her shoulders, but Moira stayed put.

"Moira you're going to kill her!" Brady shouted and Moira only smirked as her light green eyes met Brittany's. Good, the bitch deserved it.

"She has done nothing but make our lives miserable! Don't tell me you don't want a go!" Moira laughed and Brittany cried out, obviously terrified at the thought of more people having a go. She should of just left them alone, she should have known that one day shit was going to hit the fan.

"This isn't what Andy would want! This isn't what he means..." Trish said as she leaned down close to Moira's ear. Moira stopped then, her green eyes glazing over at the thought of her savior and the one person in the world who meant everything to her.


Andy had told her things, given her the strength to finally stand up to this bitch, but Trish was right-he hadn't meant it in this way. Stand up to people, sure, but becoming them was something completely different. This wasn't Moira-she wasn't someone who beat the shit out of others just to prove a point. Suddenly she jumped off of Brittany, backing away slowly as the popular girl's friends rushed forward and tried to help her up. Moira found herself running and she would keep on running until she didn't have to anymore.



We are breathin'
While you're sleepin'. Go -go!
And leave us alone.
The liars cheatin',
Our hearts beatin'. Go -go!
And now you're on your own.


The air was dry, hot and filled with dust, but Moira loved every second of it. Her first time at Warped and although her older sister had to accompany her and her friends, Moira was still loving every second of it. The three girls had been running around all day long and finally they had made it to the stage and the set that they had been looking forward to the most. They were stationed on the right side of the stage, up against the barrier and the other girls around them had all been laughing loudly. This is what it should feel like to belong-this is what it felt like to be home.

The people walking around the venue today were amazing-all of them were the same and there was no staring or gawking. People complimented her on her boots instead of questioning them and one girl squealed when she walked past Moira and took in her Andy Six makeup. Things were finally feeling right-she finally felt like she was where she belonged. Everyone in the audience screamed as the Black Veil Bride banner rose on the back of the stage and there was a quiet hush befallen over the crowd as the sound of guitars started up as they checked the system.


"What do you think they're going to play?" Trish asked Moira and the black haired girl looked over her shoulder at her best friend and smiled. This had been the best day of their lives and they really hoped it would never end.

"I dunno, but whatever they play I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life!" Moira said happily as she raised her head to the sky and then her eyes grew wide as the crowd screamed. Walking out on to the stage were the five guys who had always been there for her.

"There's CC!" Brady shouted and Moira smirked as the wild haired drummer appeared, twirling his drum sticks and sticking his tongue out to the crowd.

"Jake! Jinxx!" Trish called out to the next two guys, who both smiled at the girls, waving as they took their places right infront of the small group.

"God Ashley is sooo fucking hot!" Brady yelled as the bassist walked out and the collected guys began to play. Moira paid them no mind-she was waiting for the one person in the entire world who meant the most to her to come out and finally he did.

"Odessa...this one's for you!" Andy yelled, his blue eyes on fire as he screamed into the mic and Moira felt her heart stop. This was her song, but why was it being dedicated to someone else?



We are breathin'
While you're sleepin'. Go -go!
And leave us alone.
The liars cheatin',
Our hearts beatin'. Go -go!
And now you're on your own.


The office was cold, the leather beneath her squeaking as she shifted around and Moira bit down on her lower lip as her mother sat beside her. Her doctor was seated at his large wooden desk, a pile of papers before him and Moira shivered. She hadn't been feeling well lately-always sick and her mother had made her come here, getting tested for anything and everything just to be sure. Now it was time for them to find out what was happening. Today was New Year's Eve and Dess and Andy were already out, partying it up. Her older sister had no idea what was happening, she hadn't even realized that Moira had been sick.

It was her senior year and Moira was supposed to be enjoying it, but instead she had been in and out of the hospital with respiratory problems and exhaustion. Not to mention Dess had stolen Andy from her and Moira was still bitter about their coupling. Her mother reached out, grabbing for Moira's hand as the doctor cleared his throat and looked up at the two of them over the rim of his glasses. An encouraging smile graced his lips, but where it should have made her feel better, Moira felt her stomach sink.


"Well we got your test results back." The doctor stated and Moira held her breath.

"And?" Her mother spoke first. Good-Moira didn't want to open her mouth in fear of what could possibly come spewing out of it.

"I'm afraid to tell you this, but Moira has stage three Hodgkin Lymphoma." She felt numb, completely numb and not even the screaming coming from her mother's mouth could make Moira react.

"What does that mean..." Moira finally said as she locked eyes with her doctor's and the older man smiled at her. It wasn't that encouraging smile-it was pity filled.

"It means we start chemo and radiation and hope for the best. There are options Mrs. Montgomery." The doctor stated and Moira looked at her mother. She remembered what the chemo had done to her father...she remembered him wasting away.

"It's going to be okay..." Her mother said as she pulled Moira towards her, her black hair resting on her mother's sweater clad chest.

"...probably not." Moira said quietly as she single tear spilled down her cheek as a set of lyrics crossed her mind.


She was on her own in this and her perfect weapon had completely backfired.

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