We'll Get Through This Together-Andy Biersack

Chapter 1-

“You should go and say goodbye to your friends, let them know that we’re leaving,” Mom yells to me from the bottom of the stair case.

I get out of bed, pull some clothes on quickly and apply a new layer of eyeliner. I’ll have a shower when we get to the new house. I run down the stairs and say bye to my parents.

“Tell your friends that I said hi, be back before 2 please,” Mom says kissing my cheek.

“Mom, it’s 1:30, I’m sure I’ll be back before then. And I’m not a child, I’m 16, you’ll have to stop kissing my cheek one day,” I huff as I stand in the doorway.

“Okay, now go have fun with your friends,” Mom smiles.

“Ha, friends, yeah. I have those,” I mutter to myself as I walk out the door.

I walk down the familiar path to the park and put my headphones into my ears. I start blasting Green Day on full blast and forget all my troubles for a small moment. ‘Maybe when I move I won’t get bullied anymore.’ Ha, that was a stupid thought. I’ll get bullied no matter where I go.

I sit on an empty swing and look down at my shoes. “Why can’t I be perfect already? I’ve had enough of this.” I sigh, nothing’s gotten better.

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I stare at my lock screen. ‘1:55, better get home,’ I think to myself. I say goodbye to the park that’s helped me so much. I know what you’re thinking right. How can a park help someone? Well, after the numerous beatings that I suffered during school, I didn’t exactly want to go home completely wounded otherwise my mother and father would make such a big deal out of it. So I went to that park pretty much every day and sat on that exact swing hoping that one day I won’t see tomorrow or that it’ll all just stop. But it never does.

I walk through my front door and Mom instantly hands me a box. It reads ‘posters, no touchy’ in my hand writing. I chuckle. Mom and Dad must have packed all my other stuff up while I was gone. I put the box into the moving van along with all my other stuff. I quickly go back inside and race up the stairs. I say bye to my old room, it was perfect to me but looked like a ‘train wreck of a room’ as my mother liked to call it, simply because it had black and dark purple walls. But she and my father accept me for who I am so I’m good.

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After an hour’s drive to the new house and another hour of putting everyone’s stuff in their rooms our new house feels like home. I once again have the upstairs bedroom to the right like I used to in my old house while my parents have the room downstairs. That leaves me with a study which I would eventually turn into a lounge/music room. I walk into my room, and just as I requested the walls were painted black and purple. I smiled and then got into my bed. I hadn’t fallen asleep until 7am so I’m pretty tired even though it’s only 5pm. I snuggle into my doona and fall into a deep sleep.

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I hear a knock on my room so I instantly wake up. I sit up and see that my mother is standing in my doorway.

“Mom, what is it?” I ask waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light so my eyes don’t sting.

“The neighbours invited us over for dinner, it’s 6:30 and that’s what time they asked us over for,” Mom sighs, she knows that I don’t sleep well however I refuse any medication. I mean it would be easier if I just went and saw a doctor but I don’t like them.

“How about you go over now, tell them that I’ll be there by 7 and I’ll get ready?” I suggest.

“Okay, that sounds good. And they’ve got a son about your age too,” Mom smiles. “I’ll see you there. Just remember to lock the door.”

Mom walks out my door and leaves me to get ready. I hear her and dad leave the house so I put a mix of Fall Out Boy, Green Day and blink-182 on. I get out a pair of black skinny jeans with rips on them and various badges (such as Batman, Green Day and other bands), a white t-shirt with a heart on it, a black studded belt, black converses and all my other stuff and take it to my bathroom. I turn on the shower and get in. After my shower I get dressed and dry my hair. I have typical ‘scene/emo’ hair so I just straighten it all, tease my top layers and then coat it all in hairspray. I get my phone from my room and check the time. It’s 7:50 so I have 10 minutes left to get ready. I put on a light layer of foundation, put a thin line of eyeliner around my eyes, put on some mascara and then put some black eye shadow on my eyelids. I pile bracelet upon bracelet because I don’t want to make a bad impression. I put my shoes on and then quickly slide in my lip piercing that I almost forgot about. Damn me and my forgetfulness.

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I know that it seems like a general BVB fan fiction but it'll get better soon :) [Outfit: http://25.media.tumblr.com/5f0e1428a39b0727d8e419f6be5dc350/tumblr_mfugk6nqeY1rd668ko1_500.jpg]

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