Save Me From Myself
Movin' Out of This Hell Hole
Day Before Black Veil Brides Concert
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My eyes fluttered open as my eyes adjusted to the morning light. I rolled onto my side and looked at the clock. 11:37 a.m. I groaned and force myself to sit up. Enjoying the last few moments of comfort and warmth from my bed, I kicked off the sheets and flung my legs off the side. After contemplating if I should even bother getting up right now, I reluctantly stood up, stretching.
I looked through my closet, picking out an outfit. I settled on a red, Black Veil Brides tanktop, black, ripped skinny jeans and my worn out black and white converse. I quickly did my make up, spiked up my hair a little, and grabbed my bracelets. I never went anywhere without them. I slipped them on, and ran downstairs. My mom and dad, both with angry looks on their face, had their arms crossed. My dad was holding my concert tickets.
That's right! I thought, The concert is tomorrow! Ah I can't wait! It's gonna be Hella fun!
My mom and dad though, clearly weren't happy about it. "You are not going to that concert tomorrow night." My dad sternly said. "Do you know how dangerous they can be? And you didn't even tell us?! Hell no, missy! I forbid you to go!"
"Listen to your father." Mom chimed in.
I let out a humorless chuckle. "You forbid me?" I retorted. "You forbid me?! Bullshit! I'm 19 years old, I can make my own fucking decisions without my parents hovering over me like I'm 6!"
My dad grabbed my arm and squeezed it. Ow. "You watch your damn language, you hear me? What if you got lost? What if you got into drugs? What if you got pulled into one of those, Motpits or whatever?!"
"Moshpit," I mummbled. "And I won't! Listen, you can't stop me from going! I'm going to that concert wether you like it or not!"
"If you go," dad said, red in the face, "then don't even bother coming home! I'm not raisin' no dark clothed, satanic music loving child any longer!
"It's called rock. It's called heavy metal. It's called screamo!" I yelled at him. "Not satanic music, not the devil's work, rock music! And fine, you don't want me here? I'm gone!"
I snatched the ticket out of my fathers hand, ran back up the stairs and slammed my door shut. I'll show them. I pulled out my suitcase, and started packing.
I first threw in my jeans. Two pairs of denim jeans, both ripped up. Two pairs of blank jeans, one ripped, one full. And a pair of red jeans with a hole in the knee. Next, I pulled open my closet door, and threw in some shirts. Three black Veil Brides tanktops. One white, two black. My Falling In Reverse and Pierce the Veil T-shirts. And my Bring Me The Horizon sweatshirt. I also threw in some black T's, then moved onto my shoes. I grabbed my newer, black and white converse, my black hightops, my combat boots, and my red and white converse, and threw them into the suitcase. I grabbed bras, panties, and added them in too. Then, I pulled out a smaller bag for my makeup and such. I threw in my makeup along with my brush, hairspray, and the rest of my bracelets and piercings. I slipped one of my lip rings, and threw the bag into the suitcase. I zipped it up, and dragged it behind me down the stairs.
My parents both extanged a quick look of shock, but then grew angry again. My dad grabbed my hair, and my mom smacked me across the face.
"You'll be back" mom snarled. "You won't last a day without your father and me." In response, I shook them off of me, pulled out my phone, and blasted The Legacy by Black Veil Brides, walking away from them toword the front door. Before I opened it, I smirked and looked back at them. "We'll see who needs who." I laughed. "Thanks for 19 years of hell. I'm out." I gave them the finger, and flew open the door. I was awarded with gasps from my parents. I slammed the door shut behind me, and walked up to the street. I stopped the music, tapped the phone app, and called up my best friend, Paige. She picked up on the second ring.
"What's up bitch!" She yelled, exentric as always. "How you doin'?"
I chuckled. "Hey babe. Parents finally kicked me out, can you come pick me up?'
"Oh shit!" She replied, "I'm on my way. Be there in five."
"Alright," I said, "bye, love you."
I hung up, and sighed. Not with sadness, but with happiness. I was finally out of that wretched house. No more abuse. No more over protective shit. Just freedom.
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Exactly five minutes later, Paige's black BMW pulled up, and she rolled the window down. "Come in child! I've got candy!" She yelled, jokingly. She waved her hand, which had something in it. "And, a concert ticket for tomorrow night!"
I squealed excitedly, also waving my ticket in the air while jumping up and down. I flew into the car, and we sped off.
"So, Emily," Paige started, "I'm so sorry about getting kicked out. Must be devestating. I know how much you loved them.
It was silent for a moment as we stared at each other. Then we burst into laughter. We laughed for a good 10 minutes, then I tried to speak, although it was hard because I lost my breath from laughing so much.
"Oh don't you worry about me. Finally leaving that horrid place is a miracle, trust me. Can I stay with you for a while?"
"Hell ya!" Paige replied. "My home is your home."
"Thanks."
We pulled into the hotel parking lot. After checking in again, waiting in the elevator, -which is boring since she's on the 15th floor- and walking to the room, I dumped my stuff on the ground, and pulled out the trundle bed.
"You can put your stuff in the empty drawers there. Then we'll hang out for a little, go out to eat, and crash. Gotta be rested for that kickass concert tomorrow!"
"Fuck ya!" I punched her arm. "Tomorrow's gonna be like the best day of our lives!"
you should totally continue, this story is amazing! its one of my favorites!
4/21/15