When all else fails... fake a smile.

Brooke's POV

I was sitting on my bunk in the back of the bus. My phone had been blowing up with notifications from all my apps and I was getting tired of it. "Damn people must not have a life," I huff as I toss my phone. I hear a chuckle and see CC watching me. "Welcome to the famous life." I roll my eyes. "Is this what it was, well is, like for yall?" He laughs again and smiles, "Yeah pretty much." I fell a tiny bit of joy but mostly sadness. "I am famous for that wrong reason. I wanted to be famous for helping people, or, and I know it wouldn't happen, but maybe for being in a band. People are so simply amazed by the stupidest things," I say as I began to play with some of my hair. CC leans on my bunk, "Well you know you can't really do anything about it." I hear my phone "ding" letting my know I have another notification. I find my phone and pull up the app. It was on twitter, some one twitted about me.

"@blynne914
Who ever this.."Brooke" girl is, is clearly messed up in the head. I mean she has three sexy guys going after her!!!! #WTF And plus I think that the boys could do better. Clearly, the don't know a piece of fucked up shit from a piece of something sexy #JustSayin #WhoIsBrooke?"

I looked down at my phone. I felt anger taking over. I reposted this person's tweet. And add something to it

"Ok look everyone clearly doesn't know me and wouldn't understand what is going on. Maybe I am as fucked up as yall say, maybe I'm not. I'm done with people who decide to say shit online then to my face. If there is anything you wish to say to me, meet me at Black Veil Brides concerts, ok? Ok."

I posted and I guess my emptions were clear on my face, because CC seemed worried. "What," he asked. I showed him the post. He face went slack and he grabbed my phone and went to the front of the bus. I jumped up and went after him. "Stop give me my phone back," I yelled, but he didn't listen. He went up to where everyone was sitting. Everyone's eyes shot up. I stood next to CC glaring at him, with my hand out, ready to get my phone back. He looked down at me, as if I would back down. I dropped my eyes to the ground and let him continue. "Well you know who Brooke has become 'famous'? Well fans are going to the extreme," he started. He read them the post. Most of the guys were mad and not shocked. Leah was both. "What the hell," she said as she stood up, and walked over to me. She went to hug me but I moved away. "I'm fine. Really I am," I said as I grabbed the phone back, "it's nothing. OK." Everyone watched me. "Oh so what now yall think I'm gonna go run off again? Ha ok, you know what I am gonna go lay down. Wake me when we get to the venue," I said as I walked back to my bed. I rolled my eyes. "Even if I wanted to run away, I have no where to go," I muttered to myself. The guys had my car hooked to the back of the bus, because I mean hell I aint getting rid of it. It's my baby. I fell asleep on my bunk, playing with the necklace that Annabelle gave me. It seemed weird but I knew only she would understand the meaning of it all.

*Dream*

I was walking on a beach, littered with sand dollars. I bent down and picked one up. It was about the size of my hand. I ran my finger over its prickly fur-ish-ness. I could feel it move its tiny little legs. As I went to throw it back in to the ocean it broke, in to millions of little pieces. I looked down at it. Instead of being the usual brown-green color it was now white. I was just staring at it when I seen a drop hit it. It was a deep brown-red color. Blood. But where did it come from? I moved the sand dollar closer to my face. A fowl smell hit me. It smelled like rotting flesh, and more blood drops appeared. I instantly dropped the sand dollar and looked around me, I was still on the beach. The water came up to my toes, but it wasn't the blueish-green color I know form back in Ga, it was red, it was blood. I looked around on the ground and there were dead bodies all around me. Leah, Jake, Jinxx, CC, Ashley, Andy, Jacob, my mom, my dad, my grandpa, everyone I knew, and then some. It seemed as the were killed and left here. I felt my heart speed up. A cold hand clasped down on my left shoulder, causing me to jump and squeal. I spun around to find myself staring up at something. It wasn't a person. I backed away slowly, tripping over a dead body. "Wh-wh-who are you...." I asked. The creature just smiled, showing awful fangs. The were jagged and had blood on them with flesh in between them. It lifted on of its hands up to its face removing the hood it wore. The sight I seen made my scream. Its face was rotting skin with deep wounds and gashes, its eyes were pitch black, and seemed to have my soul gripped and hidden in them. It put one of its clawed fingers to it pale chapped lips and mad a "hush" movement. I scrambled to get up. I turned over on my knees I pushed my self up and ran. I heard an evil demonic laugh, one that made my skin crawl an want to escape off of my person. "I am YOU. The true you. You can't outrun me, and you just end up killing everyone. you can't run from that," I yelled after me. My heart was racing, thudding in my ears. I pushed my self harder, trying to get as far away from that-that-that thing! I tripped over another body. It was a young girl. She had blond hair, green eyes, and she was holding a sand dollar. I covered my mouth. I knew who it was. It was Annabelle. I moved my shaking hand to the side of her face, and moved her hair behind her ear. "Oh my poor baby," I whispered. Just then she grabbed my wrist. "Mommie, why did you kill me," She asked with tears running down her face. "I didn't! It wasn't my fault!" I screamed over and over. "I didn't! I promise!"

*End*

Andy's POV

It had been about 20 minutes since we heard about the tweet. And we were all just watching T.V. We were almost to Dallas, Tx, our next stop, when were heard Brooke yelling. I instantly jumped up and ran to the back. The others were fallowing me. I pulled back her curtain to her bed and seen her crying and yelling. She was still asleep. "I didn't do it! I PROMISE!" she yelled again. I gently picked her up as best as I could in the small area and held her to my chest. "Shhhhh, it's ok," I said trying to calm her down. She had woken up and was crying harder. "I didn't do it, I promise. It wasn't my fault," she whispered hoarsely. I rubbed her back, slowly rocking her. "I know you didn't. It's ok," I whispered back. She shot up from my arms. "You don't even know what I mean! How would you understand anything about me, when I don't even understand it?" Her eyes held anger and sadness. I put my hand on the side of her face. "I understand what it feels like. To be not be alone, yet feel lonely, to try and swim when you are sinking, to not understand yourself," I told her. Her face twisted in pain as she began to cry again. I just held her, and wouldn't let go. "It will be ok," I said. Meaning it for both of us.

Notes

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