The Devil in the Mirror

Rose's POV:

I gasp awake, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My breaths are ragged and shallow, my eyes filling partially with tears. I blink furiously in an attempt to rid my eyes if the moisture, and sit up. I swing my legs over the couch I slept on in the back lounge, and scan my surroundings. The Black Veil Brides bus... Now I remember everything.

Several thoughts are flying through my head, but the dream from last night is the most prominent. She's back, and even angrier than before. And I want, no need, to tell someone. After everything that's been going on lately in my life: things with Chris, Andy, and basically everything else, she's going in for the kill. Torturing me when I'm at my weakest point. That bitch.

Just as I thought she was gone for good, she swings back into play. Refreshed from her previous, yet brief victory, and stronger than ever. She chose to get me when i was at my breaking point, the night all hell was unleashed.

I should tell someone, someone I'm entirely comfortable with. Not Chris, things with him are to... Difficult at the moment. And the rest of Motionless would think I'm insane. BVB, well, they've seen me in my darkest hours, and yet, they still adore and care for me just the same. They'll understand.

Plus, I never actually mentioned what happened the day I was induced into a coma. I was dating Andy at the time, and I should've explained everything to him, maybe then he wouldn't of freaked out when he saw the text from Chris. Then maybe we'd still be dating, and everything would be perfect. I wouldn't of been hit by my supposed boyfriend, verbally abused and ignored. Maybe my relationship with Chris is more toxic than I originally imagined.

I shuffle to the front lounge, wringing my hands and looking at my feet. The guys are all up and about, a strange sight for them. They are speaking amongst themselves in hushed tones, words sounding urgent and worried. I cough awkwardly to make my presence known, and all of their attention snaps to me.

"Morning guys," I whisper shyly.

The guys smile but it looks forced, and I go to sit between Abdy and Ashley. I collapse into the cushions, exhaustion suddenly taking over my body.

"Everything okay Rosie?" Jake asks, leaning his hands on his knees.

I nod simply and examine my ajoined hands resting in my lap.

Apparently they don't by my silent response and question my further, "you can tell us anything," Ash adds.

I take a deep breath, choosing to get it over with. "Actually, no. Everything is not all right. I need to tell you something. Something I should've told you all awhile ago."

They give me a strange look, but I go on without meeting their stares. "remember how I was hospitalized?"

They nod, urging me to go on. "Well, um, this is hard to say. I guess I'll just say it," I take a deep breath, "I have voices In my head."

They react similarly to what I expected, but I add something on before any of them have time to speak. "It's one voice. Like another version of myself, and she's hurting me. She tells me stuff like 'nobody cares about me' and other things. Before I went into my coma, I had a dream that she pushed me out a window."

Im about to go on when arms wrap around me, pulling me to someone's chest. Andy's chest. The other guys pile around us, hugging me in their arms as tears cascade down my face.

Notes

I've needed to do this chapter for awhile. So rose told the guys. And she's finally noticing how Chris and her aren't really working. Randy anyone?