RYLEYS POV

My alarm blared as I ran a hand through my naturally raven black hair, it was a saturday morning and my Mom was making me get up for some dumb ass surprise for an early birthday present. I got up slowly slamming my hand down on the wretched alarm that ruined my morning every single time I woke up, only wishing I could return back to the land of sleep. I slipped on a pair of my Black Veil Brides leggings along with my combat boots, as well as a simple Sleeping with Sirens T-shirt. I left my hair the way it was, only brushing it a few times to get rid of any knots and tough spots. After that, I stacked my many bracelets onto my wrists, completing my look, most thought I cut because I wore these bracelets, and that was half true, after my Parent's left me with my Grandparent's when I was a baby it took me a while to realize that my Parent's never died in a fire like my Grandparents had told me every time I asked about them, they simply just left me here because they couldn't pay for the bills and to feed another mouth. I began to feel abandoned, left here to rot by my wretched family, so I reached for the blade and...well...you'll see.

------FLASHBACK----------

I woke up from the nice long slumber that had kept me engulfed in its sweet voice when I drempt about my favorite band, Black Veil Brides, or as I call them, my saviours, I stared at the clock and realized it was twelve, my Grandparent's were going to be pissed that I slept in this late because it wasn't Lady Like, and that I shouldn't be staying up later than what they had wished me to. I got dressed and fixed my hair, leaving my bangs to do whatever they wanted to. I rushed down the stairs with a few light grumbles from my stomach, I was rather hungry and I was glad that the kitchen was just around the corner. As I walked in I saw my Grandparent's talking about something, it seemed as if it was something about me. Then I caught the words, We Need To Tell Her, my eyes widened as I thought about the lie they had been telling me all these years about my Parent's, well they never really told me it was a lie, I had just guessed it was for the sake of myself, so that I would stop worrying about it so much.

My Grandfather stood up and looked at me with a small smile, "Good morning Ry, its nice to see that you slept well." He said, I stopped before I spoke thinking in my head, What? They didn't yell at me for sleeping in late? Whats up with them? I blinked a few times as I grabbed a piece of toast and began to spread jam on it. I bit into it with a smile, it tasted good and my stomach seemed very happy with it. I looked up as my Grandmother spoke making sure that I heard her correctly, "Ryley we have something to tell you, you...you might want to sit down for this, It might be hard to understand at first." She said motioning for me to sit down, I nodded with a worried look as to what they were going to tell me, "Ryley your Parent's aren't dead, they left you with us because they didn't have enough money to feed or care for you." they said straight out to me, my eyes began to well up with tears, even though I was mad. "So they just left me here! They don't even care that I'm alive or that they sacrificed me for some other family member!" I said looking at them as I pushed my chair out rather forcefully and stood up,
"Ryl." they said to me worry in their eyes as I stood up , "No! Don't talk to me!" I screamed as I ran up to my room and locked the door, then going to the bathroom to splash my face with water.

I couldn't believe that they left me here, to rot and to die, and to never ever see them ever again. I moved my attention to the sharpener that I had just bought to start new sketcheds of BVB, "No. No Ryley your not gonna." I said to myself but to only be denied by the voice in my head, "Oh yes yes you are, they left you here, your worthless you mean nothing to them." And before I knew it my hand was on the screw digging my nail into it, it was a method I had learned from a friend so that I could get tiny screws out or tightened. I pulled the razor out, lightly touching it with the tip of my finger, I close my eyes as I brought the blade to my wrist, blood began to spill down my arm as I carved another another and another.

1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4 cut, thats enough right?

So from then on I carved on my flawless skin, or so people told me that it was flawless, but it wasn't it was flaw filled every single thing on my body was wrong, that was why my Parent's left me here.

But a few years later I was able to be clean. But lets move on. As I climbed the stairs and reached the bottom I earned a "Happy Birthday!" from my over joyed Mother who was holding a Hot Topic Bag. I smiled and hugged her with many thank yous as I opened the bag, there was band merch, so much I could barely breath as the fangirling took over. I calmed myself down as I breathed out, "So what did you want to tell me?"

Notes

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN cliff hanger, I know its not very good but I hope you guys like it!