We Don't Belong

*Time skip - night of the BVB concert*

I smile at my reflection as I quickly touch up my makeup. Tonight is the night, the best night of my life. I finally get to see Black Veil Brides live in concert! And the seats aren't that bad either.

I check the time on my phone, it's 8pm, and the concert starts at 9pm. Chloe is of course, driving, and will probably be here soon. I decide I'll wait for her outside so I grab my bag after glancing in the mirror, and march down the stairs.

Chris and his friends are sitting on the couch in the living room, laughing at whatever they're watching.

"Chloe is going to be here soon, so I'm going. Bye", I swiftly kiss his head, before making my way to the door.

I pull out my phone and just as I'm about to text Chloe, asking where the hell she is, I notice my wrists and forearms. Covered in thin, red scars. I shudder involuntarily, thinking about sliding the cool razor in my room across my wrist. The aching pain that is numbing but oh so addictive. Watching as my own blood begins to pool around the tiny incision that was self-inflicted. I've been trying to stop for so long, since I was fourteen actually, and every time I get close to abandoning the old addiction the need to feel pain overpowers my own will.

Without thinking, I bold back up the stairs and not my room, searching for my razor hidden in my journal. Relief washes over me as I find it in its original hiding place; buried deep within my closet. Opening the book to the last page, I grasp my razor in my hand. The feeling is somewhat foreign, holding the weapon that causes me pain, but also relieves me of the tortures in my life. I decide to give in to its power over me, and throw away the last month of my withdrawal.

The pain is exactly as I remember it, sharp but quick, but the sight of the cut bleeding fills me with a sick satisfaction. I deserve this, for being myself, my ugly, stupid, self. I cut both arms up and down, reopening the faded scars, and wince as some go deeper than I intended. A wave a nausea and dizziness wash over me, and I drop the blade.

The clatter it makes sounds even louder, and the drops of blood slowly leaking from my fresh cuts seem even slower, oozing down the palm of my hand and onto the floor.

I close my eyes, not wanting to see anything else, and wait for this feeling to pass. After what feels like a minute, I stand, ignoring the faint black spots edging into my vision. I stiffly elk to the bathroom, scouring for some gauze. My phone goes off the second I find the wrap, and my eyes widen in surprise. The concert! snatching my phone, and shoving the bandage into my bag, I fling my self down the stairs, shouting a bye to the boys in my living room.

I jump into her car, and urge her to drive. Lucky for me it's dark so Chloe doesn't notice that 'm bleeding out. I don't really care though, if I die, I'm going to die after the best night of my life, besides, I always heard it takes awhile for the body to entirely empty itself of blood. If luck is on my side, it will let me live until after Black Veil Brides has performed.

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I managed to stop the bleeding mostly, although the feeling of wooziness refuses to leave. I'm trying my best to ignore it, since the concert is about to start! We have awesome tickets, about five rows away from the stage! Note to self: thank best friend eternally. Today would be the best day of my life, if only the stupid dizziness would go away. Oh, and the fact that my parents have probably already found out that I cut, and are going to enrol my into a mental ward or a rehab clinic.

The crowd suddenly erupts into screams and I look towards the stage. Sure enough, CC has taken stage, starting with the beat to Fallen Angels. Chloe and I scream with the crowd as Jinxx and Jake make their appearance, with their guitars already strapped around their shoulders. Ashley strides confidently onto stage, his bass in hand.

They all start playing Fallen Angels, when finally my celebrity crush runs on stage. Looking like the image of perfection, he begins the first verse.

We are the in between, cast down as sons of war,
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause you pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed

I'm actually crying at how perfect everything is right now. Literally, I could die right now and be perfectly fine with that.

I attempt to raise my hands ion the air, but wince whenever I try to move my arms even a fraction. Someone accidentally bumps into my side, hitting my arms exactly where the deepest cut lies. And damn that hurt. I felt like my entire arm was on fire, the pain searing up my arms as if my blood was boiling. I risk a glance down at my bandaged arms and see that they're stained with blood. Shit, they started bleeding again. Oh and to make matters worse, I feel like I'm going to throw up, faint, and die all at once.

The darkness fills my vision again, only this time I welcome a escape front eh immense pain that's corrupted mind, heart and now, body.


Chloe's POV:

Rose has been quiet for a couple minutes now The last thing I would expect from her a Black Veil Brides concert.

I put a hand on her shoulder just as some asshole bumps into her, "Watch it!" I snap.
The little bitch just mutters an apology, and I glare at her, she ignores me completely, continuing with trying to almost pop her fake boobs out of her extremely low-cut crop top. Slut.

I turn my attention back to my bed friend, asking her if she's okay, concern lacing my voice. She doesn't answer, and instead collapse into my arms. Scratch what I said before, THIS is the last thing I ever expected to happen at a Black Veil Brides concert!

"Rose? Rose?! You okay? Wake up!! C'mon Rose do not joke around here", I begin to panic, seeing as shaking her isbn't doing anything.
"SOMEBODY CALL 911!!! HELP PLEASE!!" I shout over the music, but of course, nobody hears me.

Andy's POV:

We Don't Belong has just started, so before the vocal kick in, I decide to just look at our giant army. I smile, I can't believe we've made it this far, and it's all thanks to these amazing people, the BVB army.

An unusual sight catches my eye, only a couple rows down from the stage. A girl with blonde, almost white hair is shaking another girl with scarlet hair. The white-haired girl looks up from the other girl, panic gaping out of her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, no scream something, and I have to strain my ears to hear what she's saying. I only heard the words, help and 911. That got my attention.

I back up towards Ash, telling him what's going on, his eyes widen, and he ducks into the wings, going of for help.

I jump back in front of the mic, "ALRIGHT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE A SHORT BREAK. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN FUCKING AWESOME SO FAR!!"

After that's said I rush off of stage and into the crowd. Fans scream and grab at me, but I manage to make my way towards the two girls. The white-haired girl's eyes widen, and she stutters, unable to form a sentence.

I smile at her, "Let me help you with that".
I take the red-haired girl from her suddenly slack grasp, and proceed to carry her backstage, security shoving people out of the way so that me and the pale-haired girl can get through.

When we finally make it backstage I immediately take her back to our dressing rooms, and lay the unconscious girl on one of the couches. Sammi and Ella burst through the door along with the rest of the band, the girls gasp at the sight. I guess I didn't notice before, but there are bandages around her thin arms, and they appear to be soaked with scarlet.

I turn to the white-haired girl; she's shaking and tears are rushing down her cheeks.
"Rose", she murmurs, barely audible, and then collapse into Ashley's arms, sobbing into his chest.

Notes

This chapter was hard to write. Personally I've never been to a Black Veil Brides concert, so I'm not sure what they're like.
Writing about self-harm was also hard, considering I've also been there