Who's Sister???

It was my first day of school since being reunited with my family.
I was nervous.
I watched as Andy squeezed my hand.
Juliet had left for tour and it was just us.
He had the strange ability where he could tell when I was nervous.
I felt butterflies in my chest instead of my stomach, which meant anxiety.
My back pack contained: A pack of pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers, high liters, at least six textbooks, a phone, my makeup back, and most of all...a razor.
I knew it would disappoint Andy but sometimes it was needed.
Plus, all the name changing crap would bring more attention to me and make me a standing target.
I was screwed.
I at least had makeup to cover any bruises.
I entered the school and went directly to the office with Andy at my side.
I felt eyes burning into me.
We signed me in and Andy turned to face me.
"You'll be okay, alright?"
I nodded and smiled confidently, which was a total lie.
But he had enough on his plate he didn't need to worry about me.
He left and I suddenly felt more alone than ever.
This school was a place stalked full of bad memories and I was about to probably make many more.
I headed to my locker and piled everything in as quick as possible.
I looked no one in the eyes but I felt their eyes on me.
I gulped and mentally scratched my head as I headed to my first class.
I sat down at my desk.
The teacher called out names.
"Ivy Biersack?"
I raised my hand and felt all eyes rush to me.
Creating a void in my stomach that was fetal-position-inducing.
I kept my head down the rest of my class.
Towards the end of the day as I was grabbing my things to leave and praying that I would escape unharmed on my first day back. But that could never happen.
"Hey bitch! So your new name is Ivy, eh?"
It was Vanessa. That bitch.
"Yeah how bout yours, or did your mommy fuck a new dick?"
I snapped at her.
Her mom always had a new husband probably every 3 months. I almost pitied this bitch.
I felt her hand collide with my face as my ribs collided with the ground.
All of her and her little bitch crew proceeded to kick my ribs and my stomach.
She kicked me straight in the face.
That would bruise.
She yanked me up by my arm, digging her nails into the scars I had inflicted some time ago.
"Go cut and die bitch."
She pushed me to the bathroom with my backpack.
I sat down in a stall and put the razor to my flesh.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I cleaned up the blood and approached the mirror.
Damn I looked like shit.
But I would look better using the power of makeup!
After a ton of makeup and putting pressure on cuts I checked the time.
I was a few minutes late.
Andy was probably waiting.
I grabbed my bag and hurried out.
Only to see Vanessa chatting with Andy in the hallway which was deserted.
Oh great.
I walked over.
"Ready to go, Andy?"
He smiled at me.
"Yep."
I felt Vanessa swing her arm around my shoulders.
I couldn't help but flinch.
"See you later friend," she said with an evil smirk.
My blood was boiling, but oh well.
We entered the car.
"How was school?"
"Great."
He looked at me with a grimace.
"What names do they call you?"
Pfft, if only he knew it wasn't just names.
"Nothing, they don't call me anything."
"Just tell me the truth please."
"Usually, just bitch."
He looked sad.
I guess that was somewhat truthful.
"What do they say?"
"What did they call you?"
"I got called emo, gay, weirdo, and just typical shit."
"Well, I usually get told to go cut and die."
"Jesus Christ, vicious bitches."
"Yep, you met one of em."
"You mean Christina?"
Wait, did he just call Vanessa, Christina?
"She even gave you a fake name. Her real name is Vanessa Flately. Keep tabs on the crazy bitch. She is quite the violent one."
His grew.
Oh shit.
He gave me a we'll talk about it when we get home look.
I sat on the couch savoring my home.
He sat next to me.
"What did you mean when you said violent?"
"I mean this," I pulled up my shirt so he could see the bruises on my ribs.
He looked he was ready to kill someone.
"When they tell you to cut, do you?"
I stayed quiet.
He pulled me upstairs by my arm.
He yanked me into the bathroom.
He wiped off my makeup revealing bruises.
Then he pulled up my sleeve and inhaled sharply.
He had tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. I will report them to the principle or kill them myself. I love you. You shouldn't do this to yourself. You are beautiful and amazing. When you do this to yourself you are ruining the one most important thing in this world. Your body, your temple, and your existence. Please, give me your razor."
I handed it to him.
I had never surrendered so easily, but he sounded so incredibly powerful when he said that. I really felt every word.
I yawned loud as fuck.
"Holy fuck I'm tired."
He picked me up and put me into my bed.
"Night Andy. Love you."
I hugged him and he left me.
I woke up to a beautiful sound, him singing, and me remembering it was the weekend.

Notes

Mmmm, yes... The weekends. Most beautiful thing ever.
Im sorry if my description of school sucks because I have been homeschooled a lot of my life, but I had enough time to gather the absolute shittyness of public school!