I need to pick out an outfit. The concert is in 4 freaking hours and I've got nothing so far. All I've done is re-dye my roots back to their normal sky blue color. (Hey, my father is single, he doen't know what and what not to allow, so I take advantage of it.)

I picked up my two favorite t-shirts. One is Black Veil Brides and the other is just a skull and crossbones. I'll go with the other, since it has the band I'm actually going to see on it.

I paired that up with my white ripped up skinnies and black tights underneath. I then went into the bathroom to apply a fine layer of eyeliner on my water line. Then some mascara, and some warpaint. Once my hair was perfectly feathered and teased, I made my way downstairs. I checked the clock on the way. I only had a half an hour until Lizzie came to pick me up.

I found my father at the kitchen table, sipping a soda and reading a book. Once he noticed me, he took off his glasses, stuck a bookmark in the book where he was, and set the book down on the table.

"Hey, kiddo," he said, while scratching behind his ear.

"Hi." I said, going to the fridge to get my own soda. I opened it up, grabbed some cream soda (my favorite) and sat down across from him.

"So," he said, while I opened up my soda. "Going to a concert?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, taking a sip. "My favorite band, too."

"That's good. Have fun. You know the rules: no alcohol, drugs, and don't bring home some guy who does the two things mentioned before." As he said it, he ticked them off his fingers. "Got it?"

"I won't, I promise." I heard a horn beep outside. "That's Lizzie, gotta go." I hugged him goodbye, and five minutes later, I was in the car and on the way to the concert.

We had to be there early for the Meet N' Greet. We had been here before, so when we parked, we knew that we had to go around to the back door and show the guard our tickets.

Once we did, we went down the large hallway until we came to a large room. There were many red couches, all with at least 2 dressed up fans sitting on them. Lizzie and I found an empty one to sit down on. We made small talk for a while, until the door opened and I looked up to see the members of Black Veil Brides coming in through the door.

The first one to come out was Andy. He looked around the room as the other band members immediately walked out of the doorway and started talking to fans. Andy's head turned. He met my eyes, but then his eyes went down. I followed his eyes to see that they were looking at my wrists. At my scars. Of all the times my sadness had no where to go but through an opening in my flesh.

I forgot to purposely wear a long-sleeved shirt. Damn!, I thought, dropping my gaze to the floor and uncomfortably moving my arms, shielding the cuts. Lizzie had never seen them, she never looked. Thank God.

He walked over to some guy across the room, and that was that.

CC, Lizzie's favorite band member, walked over to us and started talking to us. She was insanely excited, but I just kind of kept mumbling incoherently. I couldn't believe that my favorite celebrity ever had seen and stared at my cuts. Beyond embarrassing.

Time passed quickly, and eventually they had to leave. When they left, we filed ourselves into the main area of the building, where one of the opening bands was setting up. I wanted to go home. I guess Lizzie noticed, because she said something.

"Why are you so upset?" She asked, irritation in her tone. "We're at a fucking concert and you won't even cheer up?"

"Easy for you to be happy," I say. "Your mother loves you and fucking wants you and you have a complete family."

"Well maybe she didn't want you because you're such a depressing little shit! You've ruined my time, being all mopey and all, 'Poor old me, boo hoo.'"

My lip started to tremble, and she must've noticed, because she started to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," I said. "I know exactly what you fucking meant. This 'depressing little shit' is sorry she ruined your time. I'll just be going."

I walked away, through the crowd. By now the opening band started to play, so the crowd was thick. I threw in zigs and zags so she wouldn't be able to follow me. I burst out through a side door, crying and upset. I ran a couple feet to an alleyway. I quickly took my razor out of my pocket, but I didn't use it. I slid down the cold brick wall, sobbing loudly. I was there for God knows how long. I was crying so loud I didn't hear anything but myself. Then I heard scraping of boots on the cold wet ground. Somebody just entered the alleyway the way I came in, and it didn't take them a while to see me.

I had been curled up on my side, in fetal postition, sobbing and holding my razor blade, when I heard the voice approach slowly while speaking.

"Are you alright?" It asked. It was a man, thats for sure. But that voice was one I recognized. I decided to look up.

And I saw Andy Biersack standing above me.

Authors Note: OK SLIGHTLY longer chapter. If you read it, thank you for your support! :D!