Falling Angels

Claire's POV
This is it. The place that I had called my home for 18 years is about to become a memory. I took one last look at my room. Its walls were barren and empty because my mother ripped the band posters down in 7th grade. The only part of my parents I was taking with me was the painful memories of them yelling at me for being such a dissapointment. Our family had a legacy of success, and I was expected to live up to it. For a while I did, but I couldn't handle the pressure anymore. That was when A's turned into F's and my title of honor roll student turned into toilet roll. I tried to explain to my parents that I couldn't spend my entire life studying, but they would hear none of it. Mary, my mom, started calling me the toilet roll and ignoring me while Jeff, my dad, yelled at me every day for being such a failure. Once again, the pressure was too much and I started cutting myself. My boyfriend Chase found out and helped me stop, but after that he left me. Then, he became popular and told everyone about my cutting problems. Since them, I have earned the nickname razor and been bullied for being emo. Every day has been a battle, but the black veil brides have helped me fight for my life. And today is the day I leave my old life behind to move to Los Angeles. I slung my back pack over my shoulder and crept out of the window. In my backpack were some clothes, toiletries, train tickets, and a few hundred dollars that I had earned working at the guitar store. Goodbye agony.

Notes

This is the first chapter of my first fanfic ever. Hope you guys like it!