I felt my body hit the ground. I looked up to see nothing, but an overcoming blackness cover me. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. The man pushed himself down against me, and forced me to kiss him. I began to push, and kick him away. He continued to keep trying to kiss me anyways. I pushed, and kicked. My bones felt like there were going to crack due to the weight of his body. I watched as his hand covered my mouth. I kicked him once again, and began to feel my breaths slow down. I saw a knife appear suddenly in his free hand. My eyes widened, and I was finally able to let out a scream. A muffled scream.

I woke up screaming. I looked over at my bedside table. The clock read seven. I took a few deep breaths. It was only a dream. Well not so much a dream..a nightmare. I had been having nightmares like this for the past six months. I wasn't really sure what was causing this. It was a nightly thing. I climbed slowly out of bed, and put my black hair into a pony tail. I walked over to look at the calender on the wall. Today was the twenty fifth. Warped Tour was today. My best friend Ellie was forcing me to go with her. I didn't really want to go..being around crowds of big people wasn't really my thing. After my parents divorced..I developed a people phobia along with depression. My mother didn't know how to cope with her pain so she began drinking, and doing drugs. She changed into a real big bitch. She stopped caring about me, and never came home. When she would come home..all we would do is fight. She even hit me a few times. She blamed everything that was wrong with her life on me. That's how I started cutting. I dropped out of school the day I turned sixteen. My mother had no issue with signing the papers. She said I was worthless, and would never amount to anything. I, now at twenty five live with my aunt. I'm currently unemployed. It's quite hard to find a job without having a high school diploma. I opened my closet, and looked in my basket of clothes. I found my favorite pair of black skinny jeans. I pushed some more clothes around to find my dark gray shirt that said "I'd Rather die than be famous." It was the title of one of my most favorite Pierce The Veil songs. I pulled my pajama bottoms off, and slid into my skinny jeans. I took my shirt off, and put my dark gray T shirt on. I walked into the bathroom across the hall, and looked into the mirror that hung over the sink. I had black bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. My eyes were also red..I had been crying the night before. I opened up the medicine cabinet, and pulled out some eye liner. I began to apply the make up underneath my left eye. Ellie was only going to Warped Tour because of her all time favorite band Bring Me The Horizon. I knew a few songs by them..they were alright. Ellie was madly in love with Lee, one of the guitarists. She'd do anything for him. She was hoping she'd run into him at their merch tent today. Rumors were they hung around there a lot. I began to apply the eye liner to my right eye. It was pretty pointless for me to even put makeup on. Chances are I'd sweat it off by the end of the day. The only concert I had ever been to was Slipknot with my dad back when I was thirteen. The concert was pretty intense. I had accidentally gotten into a mosh pit. I broke my ankle due to some fat guy jumping on me. My dad punched him in the face after that. I set down the eye liner, and took my pony tail down. I ran a brush through my hair. I put the hair band around my wrist. I took a deep breath. I had a good feeling about today.