Nothing else matters

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Isabelle, happy birthday to you!” I sigh pulling up my black veil brides over my head. “Don’t hide under Andy sweetie.” I hear my mother laughing. “Go away!” I pleaded. The sheets ripped off my body seeing my mother and father with a huge grin on their faces.

“You know it’s my birthday, I could sleep in you know.” I snap my eye lids heavy and tired. “Yes it’s your birthday, happy birthday my little rebel.” My dad mumbles giving me a quick hug. “You have to pack angel, we are leaving at 9.” I groan crashing back on my bed.


I can not believe I agreed to go on tour with my father, it has been a dream but still, I wanted to ask them if I could go on tour with Black Veil brides, looks like that is out of the question.

I packed my stuff in my sleeping with sirens duffel bag and throw it out in the hall, deciding to wear my blue and red sun dress with my blue combat boots my red hair in two pig tails, I shrug on my leather jacket and grab my phone and adapter.

“You ready?” My mother came in with a crooked smile. “Yes.” I sigh heavily. “Did Andy?” I shook my head feeling the hole inside me grow bigger and bigger I haven’t heard from Andy in over a week, not even Jake, CC, Ashley or Jinxx emailed or text me. It’s the worst feeling ever.

“Maybe he has a good reason.” My mom sighs heavily. “A good reason why he did not call me over the past week or even congratulated me that must be a pretty fucking good reason.” I snap angrily. “Don’t exaggerate dear Belle.” Don’t exaggerate? Is she kidding! Oh my god!

“In the end as we fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life.” Black Veil Brides blasting from the speakers on the tour bus,

“Oh yeah thank you for torturing me!” I groan my eyes dark with anger. “I thought you hated them?” I ask my dad as he plays air drums. “I really like this song.” Just than my phone buzzed seeing its CC. Now you are calling me?

“I need to take this.” I whisper closing the curtain off the bunk.


“What?” Harsh way to answer a phone but I am fucking pissed. “Hey, what are you up to?” What am I up to? Is he kidding me? “Just on the bus, ready to tour,” I groan pushing my feet to the wall. “What do you want Christian?” I am pissed. “Oh, crap I have to go, bye.” With that he hanged up.


“Ah!” My dad and uncles rush in opening the curtain. “What is wrong?” James asks out of breath with a beer in his hands. “This is the worst birthday ever.” I moan tears dripping down my cheeks. “Oh sweetie,” Robert pouts. “Just go please.” I sigh pushing my face into the pillow.

I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up, and I thought my sweet sixteen was worse!

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