The sun rises over the horizon, the short rays of sun filtering their way into my room. Just so they are in my face, I grunt angerly before sitting up. I turn my ipad onto Marylin Manson, This is the new shit. I mutter the song under my breath changing into my softball uniform. Luckily my team colors are red and black so my hair doesnt look totally off. I brush it back and into a rough pony tail, before noticing my little black box. It softly calls my name and I look down at my scarred wrist, my thighs look about the same. Totally bloody, totally scarred. I sigh before clasping the blade tightly inbetween my fingers and running it across my wrist. I lose myself in the numbing pain and before I know it I've reached the end of my arm. The very end. My little mastiff puppy comes running in, licking my arm gently before nuzzling into me. I sigh and pull her into my arms before walking out to my car. I'm only 15 but I pass as a 28 yearold. I've been hit on by a lot of older guys. A lot. I grunt pulling out as Fluffy licks my boob.
*time laspe an hour*
"Glad to see my starting pitcher could make it..." My coach growls and I just shake my head. I'm playing on an 18U gold team but I'm only 15. I own a tattoo shop too. Just... ya. I'm a sneaky little bitch.
"Coach can my dog stay in the dug out? I couldnt get a sitter." I say and he nods before walking back out to the feild. My catcher is waiting for me as I tie Fluffy to my batbag. Making sure she can't get away. I hustle out to my catcher, warming up quickly before the game starts.
*After the second game*
"Get your whorish ass out of here" The center feilder screams at me, I just nod and grab my bat bag. This is the same shit I get everytime we only win by a point. I have my head bowed and my little mastiff running at my ankles, soon I hear an 'awe' so I look up. I'm greeted by 5 goth guys who look vaguely familiar.
"Excuse me but could I pet your puppy." One asks and I nod, they all bend down and my little puppy attacks them in kisses.
"You're so cute..." One cooes and I recongize his voice. Its Andy, Andy Biersack.
"Well... I need to get going, my first game is at 6 tomorrow and my coach will kill me if I'm not the first one here." I mutter remember the near rape encounter. They all look at me kinda shocked but I just shrug it off. Good lord I need a-
"Say could I get your number?" Ashley asks and at that point my jaw drops. Did he? Holy fuck... I'm only 15.
"Ya pervy asshole!!! What the hell!? How old do you think I am??" I scream and he looks me kinda bewhildered.
"Like mid twenties..." He says quietly and I just laugh.
"I'm 15... now again I have to go." I say before starting off towards my car again. After I get everything in I turn back and smile.
"Love your band by the way." I yell before pulling out and rushing back to my house.
DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?