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A devil's Kiss (Andy Biersack LS)

Once upon a Blog

I am a fan of Black Veil Brides before they even hit the big leads. I use to follow Andy 'six' blogs and be jumping with joy when he updates. I also cried when he and Scout broke up. Because I really thought they were a "good couple!"

Basically my love for black veil brides grew even bigger over the years. Not to mention going to every single show in the United States. Some say I am a complete fan girl, others say I am just plain obsessed.

"Obsessed?" I keep asking. "No I am not obsessed I am just overwhelmed by their hottness and music!" I keep replying. But to be realistic with myself, of course I am obsessed, I mean who is not?!

Every concert and I mean every fucking concert I went to the 'meet and greet' they always say hi to little old me and sign my precious CD's and posters. But never, and I mean never have they say that four words. "Hey you look familiar." Nop. Not a fucking a statement. It ruined me but I just kept on swinging knowing maybe, just maybe they will notice me.

Well would you look at that. Five years has gone and I never got that "hey you look familiar." But I never stop listening to them. Not even now, they BVB always and I mean always come first in my life. Why? Well so glad you ask! Why? Because they saved this 'life' of mine. Even though they don't know it and the people bullying me don't know it, but hey! "I know it!"

"Faith would you get off that computer and come help us!" My step-mother yells from down stairs, her echo of a 'piercing bitch' voice sending shivers 'bad' shivers down my spine.

I slowly log off my blog and stumble down stairs with a weak smile, a weak smile that a person who knows me can see right through it, knowing I am sad.

"I am glad you smiling." Looks like my father does not know me at all. "You like your room, have you unpack?"

"Yes, I did." I did not.

"Good, help your mother with the kitchen okay?"

I nod grabbing the box marked 'knives and forks' on it. Reminds me of knives and pens. Giving a soft giggle I shook it off and stroll into the kitchen seeing my step mother washing the 'new counter'

"Must be clean." She whispers.

"Where should I put this?" I question raising the box to my face so she could react on my outtake.

"On the ground, not the counter." She says, thanking heaven I did not see a her face expression.

I placed the box on the ground and stood up with my arms rapped around my black veil brides shirt pressing down my stomach. This is the only time I get to be near the people who saved me.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, take out the trash. These damn humans who lived here before us left a pig hole, we are respectable clean americans." More like over exceeded americans.

She hands me the trash bags almost falling over my own feet.

I walked out with one trash bag in one hand and one in the other. "In the end as we fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life." I sang Quietly throwing the trash bag in like its a whoop.

"Touch down!" I yell nailing it on the first try. A van approached down the road circling the green grass with a force of speed it stopped next to our house.

"Huh." I sniff throwing the last trash bag in walking back into the house.

"Nah man that was insane!" a guy bellowed at his friend. I turn my head slowly to see but I only caught their shadows moving.

I walked back in shutting the door behind me. "Dad, do you know who are neighbors is?" I ask my father as my step mom ran up to me with a clean cloth wiping my hands.

"You need to shower, you don't know where that trash bags have been." She says walking back in with the cloth between her thumb and ring finger.

"Some young boys, they are never at home so we don't have to worry."

"Worry about what?" I ask curiously.

"Parties and what-not." He mumbles waving at me to forget about it.

"Anything else dad?"

"Nop, I think that's it for tonight you can turn in."

"Ok, night." I grumble walking back to my room.

As I emerge in my 'not' organized room I pulled off my jacket and Vans sneakers. I pulled off my tank top and just stood in my red bra and jeans.

With a hit of a button Slipknot Wait and Bleed escapes the speakers.

Grabbing my laptop I log back in.

Mmm. "What can my title be?" I ask myself.

Right!



~Moving on, and moving away.~ mom has been gone for a year now, we don't know where she is, or even if she is alive. Does she think of me? Is she alright at least? Why did she leave dad and I? Mandy is okay, but she is not mom. Mom knows how to love me, she does not. All Mandy does is clean and clean and hell Clean! I wish I could scream.

Hey that rhymed!

Now we are here, LA in a new house, a new town and a new life. I don't know where to begin and I don't know where I am going to end up. But something tells me that maybe my life is going to change. For the better I hope.

I log off and press off the computer screen. Time for just thinking about nothing I guess.

I twirled around and closed my eyes as the music fades my surroundings. Peace, harmony and pure salvation floods through me like a plastic bag waving through the sky as the wind guides to its safe haven. Or in my case a side walk or a recycling company.

Notes

Comments

that was such a cute way to end that i love it.. NOW ON THE THE SEQUEL!!!!!!

Nikki0Faithless Nikki0Faithless
12/31/14

Yes!!!!!! Sequel!!!!!!

YAY SEQUEL ^.^

@bvbangelatl
ok thankyou! :D

@KaratheBVBaby!
Hey. I am still deciding. but will let u know.

bvbangelatl bvbangelatl
5/31/14