I am the innocent
I am what could have been
The dreams you talk about,
Now left on broken skin
Here lies hysteria,
A land where chaos reigns
Global Disturbia,
Bows down to twisted ways.


“How ya doing today, Baldy?!” Someone called after her and Moira only rolled her eyes as she continued her tortuous walk down her high school hallway. Having cancer was bad enough-losing your hair even worse-but having cancer and being in high school was completely fucked up in so many ways.

“Oh look, it’s the freak.” Someone else called out and Moira only bit down on her lower lip as she looked around. Brittany Stafford and her group of bimbos was standing near their lockers and mocking her very loudly. Brittany and Moira had once been friends, but then Moira had found new friends-friends who actually treated her like a person.

“Does it even bother you that one day I’m never going to show up again and you’ll be left wondering why?” Moira asked as she stopped at the end of the lockers and grabbed for her lock. Brittany said nothing as she approached the freak girl, taking her in as she got closer.


Moira was always wearing weird things-black t-shirts with weird symbols on them and names of bands that never made any sense. Black Veil Brides? Like, what was that? Brittany only smirked as she looked Moira up and down-she was so inferior. She could have been pretty, if she hadn’t of dyed her hair black and started wearing all of that stupid heavy makeup. It was sad that now Moira had no hair and while she kept telling people it was because she had cancer that was kind of hard to believe. Brittany figured she probably just wanted to shave all of her nasty black hair off and so she just smirked at Moira and grabbed the open door of her locker.


“No, no I won’t wonder why. Freaks like you deserve to die-you don’t need to populate this planet anymore.” She sneered at the girl and Moira only took in a deep breath and looked at the inside door of her locker. Pictures lined the door-pictures of she and Andy, of the rest of the band and then there were pictures with her sister Dess and Trish.

“You’re a twisted bitch and one of these days people are going to get wise to your nasty ways of acting Brittany. I have to go…I’m late.” Moira said as she slammed the door and shoved past the perfect blonde.


Life was so unfair and as she walked down the hall Moira bit back the tears that were threatening to come to the surface. Never let them see you cry…never back down.



A world of hate awaits
We are The Wild Ones
They all look the same…
Our time has come


Clones-they were all clones to Moira as she walked down the hallway with a slight smile on her face. Every single girl she passed looked just like the one standing beside her-perfect hair, perfect teeth and perfect slutty clothes. Moira wasn’t a complete individual-she and her friends looked the same too-but the difference was that she didn’t give in to societal bullshit. She walked around with black hair, black nails and didn’t care what anyone thought of her-for the most part. It was the first day back to school and while she wasn’t feeling her best, Moira sucked it up and went anyways. She had been feeling sick lately, that and she had been pissed at her sister for taking the one guy in her life who meant the world to her.

Andy Biersack.

Her older sister Odessa had met him at this past summer’s Warped Tour and the two had hit it off really well. They were just friends-for now-but Moira could tell there was more there-the way they talked to one another every single day on the phone and she always heard her sister crying over him at night. Moira didn’t care-she really did-but it still kind of sucked because she had found Andy first. She had been a fan of his band first and of course her perfect sister comes along and snatches him away. Moira only sighed as she stopped at her locker-home sweet home-and looked to her right. Brittany Stafford was sharing a locker row with her this year and Moira only groaned.


“Glad to see you didn’t off yourself this summer Montgomery. I was worried I’d have to find another freak to look down on this year.” Brittany, with her blonde highlighted hair, pink top and short skirt, snarled at her as Moira just ignored the girl and opened her locker. The inside of the door was a blank canvas for her to decorate and the first picture she put up was the one of her and Andy that had been taken over the summer.

“Suck nails Stafford. I don’t fucking care what you have to say to me this year.” Moira said as she trained her heavily lined moss green eyes at the girl and smiled. Brittany looked flabbergasted-Moira never spoke back to them and usually she just took the torment like everyone else, but not this time.

“What did you say to me?” The blonde asked and Moira only smiled as she continued to decorate the inside of her locker. Pictures of BVB, SWS, PTV and other bands were soon up, along with her Fallen Angel patch and some other pictures.

“I told you to fuck off-got it?” Moira said as she finished decorating her locker, grabbed her books and slammed the door. The two girls faced off and all around them grew silent.


This coming year was going to be filled with hate, but Moira knew…this year it was her turn.



I am the chosen,
Wretched and Divine
I am the unspoken,
The one they left behind
Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The Wretched and Divine


Moira sat at her desk, her black beanie pulled over her smooth head and she kept her face down towards her desk, focusing on her work. Math class was her least favorite and it was easy to see because the margins of her paper were filled with doodles. The confrontation with Brittany from this morning was still fresh in her mind and it was only making Moira angrier and angrier. Telling someone with terminal cancer that they deserved to die was fucked up, but could she really expect any less from someone who was so self absorbed? Moira sighed as she looked up and noticed that Mr. Madison had left the room-absentee teachers were always the best kind.

Silently Moira reached into her bag by her feet and tugged out her small iPod. The buds went in to her ears and soon enough Andy’s voice was singing out to her-soothing her in this hostile environment. She loved listening to Andy and now that he and Dess were together, she got to listen to him a hell of a lot more. That was one perk of having your older sister date the rockstar that you admired-you got to speak with him on the phone when you needed to and you could always go to him when you felt down. That’s really what Moira needed right now-Andy. He would give her the strength to move on and he would tell her to never give in, never back down.

Moira looked out the window of the class room and she could see that there were small buds on all of the trees, which meant it was getting to be spring time. There was no telling how much longer she had left-the doctors had given her six months to a year-but she was going to make the most of it. She knew that Andy and Dess were on tour over in Europe and Moira desperately wished that they would come home…come and visit her. As Andy sang in to her ears about Fallen Angels, Moira felt something hit the back of her head. Ignore it. But there it was again, and again and again. Finally she turned around, glaring at the two sheep who were sitting in the back row, glaring at her. Brittany’s posse-great.


“Freak!” One of them giggled once they noticed her looking and Moira only rolled her eyes and gave them a one finger salute. Why couldn’t they just let her die in peace?

“Take your hat off, Baldy! I need to check my makeup!” Someone called out and Moira only squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from running down her cheeks. Be brave. Be strong. Never give in, never back down.

“Maybe you should swallow some of that makeup instead Amber because you are so fucking ugly on the inside I’m shocked you’re still breathing.” Moira said as she whipped around and everyone close to her became deathly silent. The war was on…



I am the Devil's smile,
The one caught everyday
A hopeful hero's speech
Won't stop the years you bleed
I am a hurricane,
And Army strong as one
As they sit back and laugh
The one you left has just begun


After the incident in her math class, Moira just kept to herself for the rest of the day. Amber and Stephanie had just sat there after her outburst and then of course Mr. Madison had come back into the room and decided that they needed to all work on their trig homework. That was fine with Moira-Mr. Madison usually let them listen to their music while they did homework and so she was able to keep her headphones in. Now though it was lunch time and Moira was hungry-naturally that meant waiting in the longest line possible and then trying to eat whatever happened to be placed on her tray.

As Moira walked, her tray balanced on the pile of books in her arms, she looked around the room for Trish or Brady. They usually had this lunch hour with her, but sometimes the two girls were holed up in the music classroom, taking refuge there with the rest of their freakish group. Moira sighed, she was sitting alone today since no food was allowed outside of the cafeteria and just as she spotted an empty table, Moira found herself falling to the ground, her food splattering all over the floor and her shirt and her books went sliding. Had she tripped? She hadn’t exactly been looking at the floor, so maybe someone had left their backpack sitting in the middle of the aisle.

No, no there was laughter ringing out and as Moira looked around, her eyes caught site of a perfect pair of manicured toes peaking out of the expensive sandals that Brittany liked to wear. Everyone around was laughing at her and silently Moira tried to keep calm-don’t let them see you break.


“What’s the matter freak-is your lack of hair making you completely off balance?” Brittany sneered at her and Moira only sighed as she stood up and looked down at herself. She was covered in red goop-pasta sauce is what the school called it-and her hat was laying down by her feet, which meant her head was exposed for all to see.

“Just give it a rest Britt…” One of the guys sitting at the popular table said quietly and Moira looked up from her ruined shirt. Adam Wilkins-football player and overall dream boat-was looking at her sadly and Moira almost smiled at him.

“No! She’s a freak Adam and freaks aren’t welcome in this area of the school. Why don’t you just go back to the hole you crawled out of and stay there until you finally fall over and die…” Brittany was in her face now and Moira could smell the overpriced perfume that she liked to wear.

“One of these days Brittany you are going to be sorry you said such nasty things…but I won’t be here to forgive you.” Was all Moira said as she held her chin high and reached down to pick up her books.



A world of hate awaits
We are The Wild Ones
They all look the same…
Our time has come


The breeze was cool on her cheeks-it was fall, but the Virginia air was still warm enough for them to be outside for P.E. Moira hated this class-she hated physical activity and it was made even more miserable because it was apparently filled with Brittany and her horde of skanks. Thankfully Trish was in this class with her and as they both walked around the track and joked, Moira felt somewhat better. The incident with Brittany at her locker this morning had left Moira feeling angry-she hated people who thought they were better than others and that was Brittany Stafford to a t. As they walked, Moira felt a coughing fit coming on and so she stopped to see if it would pass.

Moira had been feeling really rundown lately-always tired, never hungry and she would get these coughing fits that just wouldn’t stop. As she stood there, her hands on her knees while her chest wheezed up and down, Moira felt the tears come to her eyes. She wished it was summer again-the summer had been perfect for her as she had been surrounded by people who actually cared about her. Going to Warped Tour with Trish and Brady had been the best day of her life-made even better by the fact that she had met her idol. Now Andy and Dess were best friends, which sucked because it should be Moira-super fan that she was-but it was also kind of awesome.


“Have you talked to Andy lately?” Trish asked as Moira straightened up and looked towards her best friend. The young girl with her brown eyes and hair was Moira’s best friend and one of the only people in her life who understood her passion for music and all things Black Veil Brides.

“No-Dess keeps him preoccupied and plus he’s on tour right now.” Moira said as she sniffed loudly and looked around. Brittany and her group were in the middle of the track-the football field-and they were all standing around with their gym shorts pulled so far up that it left little to the imagination all while flirting with the practicing football team.

“God you’re so lucky your sister is dating him…” Trish whined as they continued to walk, their white and black chucks smacking against the asphalt of the track. Moira only rolled her eyes-if only Trish knew.

“They aren’t exactly dating-“ Moira stopped talking as they got closer to where Brittany was standing and the small group of girls had stopped talking as well. Glares were thrown, along with some one finger salutes and Moira only rolled her eyes as she turned her head and ignored their jeers at her.

“What is with her this year? She seems more hateful than ever.” Trish observed and Moira only smiled. She had royally pissed Brittany off this morning and there was no telling what was going to happen this coming year.


It didn’t matter because with Andy on her side, Moira could take whatever life had to throw at her.



I am the chosen,
Wretched and Divine
I am the unspoken,
The one they left behind
Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The Wretched and Divine


“Moira wait up!” Someone called after her, but the crying girl just ignored the voice. She refused to cry infront of Brittany and her group, but after she walked out of the cafeteria and headed towards the bathrooms, well the empty hall was fair game.

“Haven’t you tormented me enough for today?!” She yelled as she turned around and then Moira felt shocked at who was standing in front of her. Adam-the same Adam who had been sitting at that lunch table as Brittany mortified her in front of almost everyone in the school-was standing there with his perfect hair and bright white teeth.

“Hey-whoa…calm down. I just…I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He said, his hands held up in defense and now Moira felt like an idiot. Adam was nice-she’d had classes with him before and she knew he didn’t really find Brittany or her jokes very funny.

“Why?” She asked, her tone suspicious and Adam only smiled as he placed a tan arm around her shoulders and steered her off towards the girl’s bathroom.

“Because the way Brittany treats you is disgusting, especially now that you’re so sick. I just…care about you.” Was he blushing? Moira couldn’t help but smile as she stood in front of the bathroom door and looked this guy over. He was wearing a pair of fitted jeans, a polo and his blonde hair was gelled to perfection. This was kind of strange.

“Um, thanks. Well I’m going to wash up…” She said, but stopped short as she felt Adam reach out and grab her wrist. Moira turned to face him and smirked as she noticed that he was looking down at his shoes.

“I’ll stay out here and make sure they don’t come in to bother you. Moira?” He asked and she couldn’t help but smile-her name sounded so nice coming from his lips. Adam wasn’t her type, but he was nice and it was really funny to see him be so protective over her.

“Yeah.” She said as she trained her light green eyes on him and Adam felt a blush come up his neck. He liked Moira-she never gave in to anyone’s shit.

“Can I drive you home today?” He asked and Moira only nodded before disappearing into the bathroom to try and fix the mess that Brittany had gotten her in to.



We live for broken hearts,
Won't watch them fall apart
We live for the ones
Who don't know they exist
We die for endless winter,
Beginner and the sinner
We die for the ones
Who raise their hands to resist


The day had gone by quickly for Moira-she had been able to change into her gym shirt and sadly had to toss out one of her favorite Black Veil Brides shirts because it was too stained. Now she was sitting in last period, which she loved because it was her music class and she loved music probably more than life itself. Adam was also in this class and as they waited for the teacher to get the music started up, the two of them shared in a small smile. Adam had come running after her from the cafeteria, making sure she was okay and then he offered to guard the bathroom door for her while she tried to clean up. The shirt was ruined and so he walked her over to the gym so that she could change into her ratty old gym shirt.

It was strange having someone so popular care about her-most of the popular kids hated girls like Moira, girls who stood up to them and didn’t cower. Moira had cried coming out of the cafeteria, but it was more out of frustration than it was embarrassment. Standing there waiting for the teacher to get her shit together, Moira suddenly felt light headed and quickly sat down in her seat. No one seemed to be looking at her-they were all too busy talking to one another-but the room was swimming around her head and Moira couldn’t seem to focus her eyes on anything. She felt hot and she knew that her beanie was the reason and so she quickly took it off of her head.


“Hey-you okay?” Someone asked from her left and Moira only nodded as she sat there with her eyes closed. Having them open was too much, but having them closed sucked almost as badly. She could see Brittany’s face in her minds eyes-laughing at her and mocking her until she was near to tears.

“Moira? Moira are you okay?” Someone asked again and then Moira felt like she was falling. Her body hit the floor, but her head seemed to be suspended in someone’s arms-someone had caught her before she smacked her head against the stone floor.

“I-um-I don’t feel so good…” She mumbled as she finally opened her eyes and looked up. Adam was holding her, her head in his lap and his arms were keeping her still-she hadn’t even noticed that she had been shaking.

“You don’t look so good. Someone get Mrs. Rogers!” He called out and Moira could hear people whispering.

“Thanks.” She said softly and Adam only smiled down at her, his blue eyes shining and his white teeth almost blinding her.

“For?” He asked and Moira only smiled before shutting her eyes and embracing the darkness.

“For being so nice to me…”



I am the chosen,
Wretched and Divine
I am the unspoken,
The one they left behind
Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The Wretched and Divine


Finally the first day of school was over and Moira smiled as she walked down the sidewalk in front of the school and looked for her bus. Everyone was milling around, waiting for the last call to get on the busses and Moira was hoping she could find Trish and Brady to see how their first day went. She’d had gym with Trish and History with Brady, but other than that she had been on her own. Thankfully not too many classes with Brittany or her goons, but she had seen them more today than she would have liked. Speaking of goons, Moira noticed that she was walking straight towards that group and she sucked in a breath.


“Well if it isn’t the freak. How’d your first day go? Still alive I see…” Brittany said as Moira passed and the black haired girl only smirked as she stopped and turned to face the group.

“Why do you make fun of me Brittany? We used to be friends…” She said and Brittany only laughed at her, and tucked a piece of perfect blonde hair behind one ear.

“Because you’re weird and you wear stupid clothes. You ask for it Montgomery, don’t act like you don’t like the attention…” Brittany justified and Moira noticed that everyone seemed to agree with the blonde except for one guy who was standing off to the side. Adam Wilkins-football player and dreamboat to many.

“Yeah well I might be weird but at least I’m myself. I don’t follow around a stupid bimbo who dresses like a prostitute and smells like cheap perfume…” Moira said as she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to fight off the couching fit that was threatening to start up again.

“God you are so fucking wretched! I wish we could have a genocide for people like you…rid the Earth of the weak and the weird.” Brittany said and Moira only shook her head as she began to walk off. She was coughing and her lungs felt like they were on fire. Usually her coughing stopped, but soon Moira felt like she couldn’t breathe.


Her knees met the ground as Moira tried to steady herself, but her coughing would not stop. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see, but Moira knew that someone had come to her side and was patting her on the back softly. Trish? Brady? Right before passing out Moira was able to focus on only one thing-a pair of gentle blue eyes and a bright white smile.

Some people in the world weren’t as cruel as they seemed…some people were just too divine for their own good.

Notes

This one switches between the fall, before Moira was sick with Cancer and then the spring time as she's finally dying from it. Moira is a beloved character from my Burn Series, which if you haven't already checked out then you should<3