A voice echoed quietly throughout the bus, “Guys, shut up. You’re going to wake her up; she’s going to feel like shit, adding less sleep doesn’t help her mood in anyway.” I rolled over onto my side, sighing gently. I stared at the wall of the bus, hoping today wouldn’t be here. I had been up since CC got up to take a shower and couldn’t find the drowsiness to go back to sleep.

“Seriously, why would we care?”

“Shut the fuck up, just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean you can’t be respectful toward her. I don’t treat Juliet like shit, so don’t treat Annah like that.” I sat up, throwing the blankets off of my body. I quietly slipped on my sweatpants, bra, and Foo Fighters crop top.

“You treat Juliet with respect because you know if you don’t I’ll bash your head in!”

“And what? You don’t think I’d do that to you? I’m tired of you bitching about Annah, you two are just going to have to get over your differences.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Coma.” I just then realized that voice belonged to Andy. I silently made my way out of the back room and stood in the back hallway of the bunks. “What’s been getting into you? You had Lauren; she was a radiant, goofy, big titted, fun loving person and you throw all of that away for a stone hard, cold ass bitch.” I made a slight gasping sound with my breath hitching in my throat. Both of them turned to look at me. Tears welled in my eyes as I strained myself not to cry.

“Y-you have n…no right t-to judge me, or w-who I am as a per…person.” I screamed at Andy before turning around and locking myself in the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bathtub with tears streaming in little rivers down my face. I thought all the judgment and bullying was done in high school, but isn’t that what everyone thinks? I twisted around to turn on the water from the shower. I stood up and undressed, ignoring the banging and shouting coming from behind the door. I rummaged through my toiletry bag that I kept in the cabinet. Finally, my hands landed on an Apple iPod 4G plastic case; it was very inconspicuous to hinting at what was kept inside of it. I popped the top off and dumped the shiny new blade into my hand. I tilted my hand slightly so the light would glisten off of the metal; it was so beautiful. I took it within my fingers and angled it so the corner was dragging its way across my skin. One, two, three, four, five… thirty-six; nine cuts ran spaciously across the forearms of both of my arms and twenty evenly distributed vertically on my thighs.

How can this even be possible? Last night was the best night of my life, but within a blink of an eye it’s ripped out of my grasp. What really makes me sick is that it was from the lead singer of a band that’s saved my life. That hurts so fucking bad; it just goes to show that you don’t know what your saviours are like. I stepped into the bathtub which seemed like it took an enormous amount of effort than it should’ve required. I sunk to the bottom of tub, blood streaming down my arms and off the sides of my legs. My vision was starting to blur and blinking it out didn’t help, but I wasn’t going to close them. I gazed down at my right thigh, barely making out the word WORTHLESS etched into the skin from past times; that’s when black spots started to appear in my vision. Within seconds black was all I could see and feel.

-CC’s POV-
“Annah! Come on, sweetheart, open the door!” I yelled through the polished oak door. I pounded my fist against the door for the millionth time. “God damnit.” I sighed, slumping against the wall beside the door. “This is your entire fault, Biersack, all you fault.”

“Excuse me? I’m not the one that has a psychopathic girlfriend that eavesdrops on private conversations.” He retorted.

“First off, she’s not psychopathic, she’s a fucking person! Treat her like it and second, she’s my fiancée, whether you like it or not.” I spat back just as angrily. He started to say something, but my attention was taken to Annah’s phone. It was playing What You Went Through by Late Night Reading which is her ringtone for Eli. Why is he calling this early? I thought he had a class today? I thought. I walk over to our bunk, shoving past Andy and answered her phone.

“Hey, Eli. Annah’s in the shower, what’s up?”

The other line was silent for a second, “Do you have any relations or does someone with you have any relations to Mr. Reese?” I was taken off guard by the feminine voice on the other line.

“Y-yeah. My fiancée is his sister and I’m his soon to be brother –in-law. Why? What happened? Is he okay?”

“Mr. Reese has been in an auto wreck and has a never small chance of living. He’s at the Arizona State Hospital; he had the directions to go to a Warped there.”

“W-what?” I was so thoroughly shocked I don’t know how I was still standing.

“I’m sorry, sir.” I nodded, but then realized she couldn’t see me. I hung up the phone and threw it back on the bed. “God damnit!” I scream as I punched the wall. I still have to tell Annah, how is she going to react? Eli was her best friend and her brother. I took a breath to compose myself and walked over to the bathroom door, ramming my shoulder into it to open in. “Annah-“I began. My eyes widened as I saw her lying in the shower lifeless.