Broken Dead Boy

Rochelle shrieked angrily as she paced around her room. “Why tomorrow, Mom?! Why not the day after, or any other day!?!?!”
Her mother sighed on the other end of the phone line. “Please, sweetie, it’s just one day.”
“But Mo-om!” Rochelle complained. “I had plans! Important plans!!!”
“Psh, yeah, to attack a celebrity again,” a tiny part of her brain told her.
“Shut up,” she hissed in the back of her mind.
“Sweetheart, it’s one day, not even the entire day. We’ll be back by ten.”
“Ten!?!” Rochelle shrieked and punched the wall, making yet another dent. “Fine, Mom, thanks for ruining my life! Again!” she threw the phone down angrily and it spilt into a few pieces.
After she calmed down a bit she groaned, realizing that during her temper tantrum, she had broken her phone and her wall – again.
She sighed, picking up the busted pieces. She sucked in a deep breath. “Tobias!” she shrieked.
A minute later, a tall, sturdy man came in. “Yes, Rochelle?”
Rochelle handed him the broken pieces of the phone. “I broke my phone again. And the wall,” she gestured to the dent.
Tobias sighed. “Again,” he deadpanned.
Rochelle huffed. “Just fix it!” she stormed out of the room.
***
Rochelle always went to her basement when she needed to vent. The only place where everyone left her to her own devices – fearing what they were – where she could scream in her soundproof chambers, punch her boxing equipment and torture people when she had them…
She had cleared out her basement of all traces of her last victim when she set her eyes on Andy Biersack, throwing him out on the streets with no food and tattered clothes. Hopefully, he would die or be found and sent to an insane asylum because of his broken mind. Rochelle never cared, she just moved on to her next target.
She had only found Andy by mere luck and chance. Her latest victim was wearing out faster than most – It had only been a month and his mind and body was already shattered. Then again, it had been a stressful month for Rochelle and she always took it out on him. She had grown tired of finding random innocents on the street to kidnap from their families and lives, so she was searching the internet. While doing so, she also found some random music to listen to and her random playlist somehow reached Black Veil Brides.
Upon hearing the first minute or so of Knives and Pens, she clicked on the video. After a while of clicking on more music videos, she knew who her next target was.
Of course, she had never kidnapped a celebrity before, nor even tried to. So, slowly but surely, she developed a flawless plan to kidnap the lead singer. She was currently on the last few steps.
Rochelle shrieked angrily, stomping into the room. She slammed the door behind her and sprawled on one of the expensive couches. “Thanks a lot, Mom,” she muttered. “Now my plan’s all screwed up…”
She suddenly sat up. “Wait…” a smile grew on her face. “Well then… Thanks Mom…”

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