VIV'S P.O.V

I sigh and crawl out of my bed, feeling miserable and dishevelled

Stomping over to my closet, I start a mission to find some clean underwear; I find some, which is surprising because I haven’t done my washing this week.

I fish out a red top, find some distressed, skinny jeans and my Doc Martens. I take off my pyjamas and pull on my clothes, quickly lacing up my Docs and grab my ragged school bag.

- (the dash means there is an interval)

I open my bedroom door and walk down the stairs, only to scoot right back up them when I realise I forgot my beanie, scarf and jacket - It’s almost -3 degrees outside and I don’t want to end up like a Popsicle when I arrive at school.

Clomping down the stairs I flop down and munch on my breakfast waiting for me at the table.

My older brother steps out of his room or ‘cave’ as I call it. It’s so dark in there I’m surprised he can see two feet in front of him.

Most boys of his age are grumpy and have dangerous mood swings, but not my brother. Sure, sometimes he is more like a raging giant than a brother but he always makes me smile.

Back at the table, my brother sits down and devours the toast mum has dumped on his plate and I do the same, he beckons me to follow him into his cave; I follow my brother’s figure.

He is very skinny and lean and has the bluest eyes you ever did see. His long legs are pencil thin and he has a flat stomach; his face is thin and very shapely. My eyes travel to his hair, dyed jet black and hanging down in his eyes. Seeming as he just got up, he hasn’t bothered with eyeliner…yet.

He tells me to hurry up and get my ass into his room. His voice is very deep and reminds me of hot melted butter.

I troop into his room; the door is open from when he opened it a minute ago.

The home wade sign made from tissue paper and black cellophane that says ‘Andy Sixx’s Room’ half hanging off.

He orders me to close my eyes and I obey. He slips something over my head and clasps it at the back. I open my eyes and look down at the chain sitting on my neck. It has a sort of pendent hanging off it. I pick it up and run my finger over the design. It is a star with semi-circles lining the edges. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I ask him what it is.

All he says is that "It’s a one of a kind, and you will know what it is soon enough"

That was years ago, and I sure as hell know what it means now.

Notes

Hello there my friends, I'm e.t. (yes, those are my initials)
I'm just a girl who isn't very good at writing, but enjoys writing - especially about Black Veil Brides.
So, I hope you enjoy this story, I had a lot of fun editing and shaping it to my liking :)

TWO THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE FANFIC
- It is set in the 'We Stitch These Wounds' era, so Sandra is the CURRENT drummer of BVB
- This WON'T be a smutty fanfic *hides behind CC's massive drumkit to avoid the things being thrown at me bey smut loving fangirls*

Again, I hope you enjoy this story! I'm new to this site, so a comment and/or rate or whatever the fancy stuff you do on here will be greatly appreciated :D

~e.t.