My day started out like any other day. My parents were down stairs, fighting in the kitchen, so I was awake by 6:30. I laid in bed, listening to them bicker until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my Ipod, walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door so my parents would know that they woke me up. I turned on my Ipod and Black Veil Brides filled the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and noticed that my makeup from last night was smeared and my eyes were bruised from lack of sleep.

I jumped into the shower, making sure to wash away the remnants of yesterday and stood there letting the water run down my face. I began to wonder what my parents were fighting about, but it was useless. They fought about every little thing. They were complete opposites and it made me wonder, every day, how they could have gotten married.

I turned off the water and grabbed one of my towels, so I could dry my hair. I wrapped the other one around my body and emerged from behind the curtain, checking in the mirror to make sure I washed all the makeup off. I stood there a few minutes, wondering what I should do to my hair today and finally decided on a casual look, so I just straightened it. I then grabbed a small bottle of foundation and smeared it around my eyes, making sure to cover up the discoloration.

I finished my makeup with a little eyeliner and grabbed my Ipod before leaving the bathroom to find some clothes. I grabbed out a pair of black, bleach stained skinny jeans and a Black Veil Brides t-shirt. I also grabbed my leather studded belt and hooked up some chains to my belt loops. Grabbing my guitar case, I left my room and headed to the kitchen.

When I entered the kitchen, both of my parents glared at me as if I was interrupting something important.

"Turn that garbage off right now and come eat your breakfast." My fathers voice cracked from all the yelling.

I sighed and turned off my Ipod before making my way to the kitchen table. I stared at the plate of toast and felt both of their eyes on me.

"Eat your breakfast." They both said, simultaneously.

"I'm not hungry." I played with my hands in my lap.

"So, your mother just wasted that food on you." My father looked like he was going to bust a nut.

"Why don't one of you just eat it then?" I pushed the plate away from my and looked at the empty spot in front of me.

"Just eat your breakfast or you will end up like your mother." My father said as he pointed at her.

"What's that supposed to mean, Seth?" My mother placed her hands on her hips"

"You are too skinny and our daughter is following in your foot steps."

I took this moment of distraction to grab my guitar and leave the room. I ran out the front door and to the end of the street before stopping to catch my breath and plug my headphones in. I turned on my Ipod and Andy's voice began to soothe me. I began to walk to the park, where I could sit peacefully before band practice.

Finally at the park, I placed my guitar next to the swing set and sat on a swing.

So hear my voice remind you not to bleed
I am here
A saviour will be there
When you are feeling alone, oh
A saviour for all that you do
So live freely without their harm.

Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I lowered my head so my hair covered them.

So here I write my lullaby to all the lonely ones
Remember as you learn to try to be the one you love
So I will take this pen and teach you how to live
What is left unsaid, the greatest gift I give.

I sat there a few minutes, lyrics ringing through my soul, when I felt someone sit on the swing next to me. I quickly wiped away the tears and began to put up my Ipod. I was getting ready to get up when the voice stopped me.

"Why is a beautiful girl like you, sitting here crying?" I slowly turned to look at the stranger and almost died when I realized that Andy fucking Biersack was talking to me.

I couldn't believe that Andy Biersack was sitting next to me! I blushed deeply and looked down at the sand.

"I-I'm going through some stuff at home and the stress just got to me, but I'm fine." I stood up and walked over to my guitar. Andy followed me over and grabbed my guitar case before I could. My anger flared as he attempted to keep it away from me.

"Andy, please give it back." I said out of breath. He stood on the other side of the merry-go-round and grinned.

"As long as I can get your name."

"Katherine Thomas, or Kat. Now, hand it over. That was given to me by my Grandmother."

Andy jumped from the merry-go-round and walked over to me. He handed me the guitar and scratched the back of his head with his free hand.

"Well, Kat-"

"I need to get to band practice." I interrupted him, angrily. I looked at his face, into his deep blue eyes and almost melted. I turned away quickly trying to hide my blushing face and began to walk away. "You were my idol, my inspiration but now I realize you are just an asshole."

"Kat, Wait." I continued to walk, trying to ignore him but he caught up and walked right beside me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Especially after you were just crying. I've just been having a rough time also. My band and I just moved here and you are the first person I have met, that hasn't attacked me or wanted an autograph. I just wanted you to stay longer but all I did was piss you off." Andy stopped right in front of me blocking my path.

"Just let me make it up to you Kat. How about dinner tomorrow night?" I looked up at his slightly pouting face and couldn't say no.

"I guess. My house is on the corner of Chester and Main. I have to go." I moved to his right and was amazed he let me go.

"I'll pick you up at 7." I waved over my head and continued to walk to practice.