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 It wasn't like that. Not in the beginning, at least. His smile so big, his pale skin creased, and his laugh so loud you could hear it a mile away. It only got bad when he was left alone. The only person to talk to, being himself, his own worst enemy and one true friend. The one who had hurt him the most, dug him a hole and pushed him in, but always stopped and helped him back out. The one that gave him a second chance. When he'd felt a pair of arms other than his own wrap around him for the first time, he panicked. He wanted to punch the other boy. For hurting him; deceiving him. But he didn't. He relaxed, and realized, you may die al

                    You stomp through the snow, your torn up sneakers soaking up icy mush into the holes worn into their sides. You shivered and pulled your coat tighter around you, as you made your way onto the slightly busy street, and towards the familiarly warmly lit building. Snow flung off of your feet, as you rubbed your feet onto the mat, and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and semi-quiet voices and soft music filled the otherwise silent void. You walk over to the bar, hopping onto the center stool and smiling back at the bartend

        Lindsay bolted into the driver side of her dad's cheap-ass car, and jammed the keys into the ignition. Fuck laws. She needed to find her best friend. She felt stupid for worrying so much, but it felt necessary. She had this feeling. Something was wrong. She knew it, and was half-afraid to find out what it was. After what seemed like forever and a half, she pulled into the parking lot of the hotel in which her best friend was staying. She was actually sort of surprised that she hadn't gotten pulled over on the way. Lucky there weren't any cops, because not only did she not have any driving experience whatsoever, but she had also been g

 The pounding of drums and guitar riffs echoed throughout the small sized venue as the starting lyrics to Perfect Weapon swept through the crowd of cheering fans. "BLACK VEIL BRIDES! BLACK VEIL BRIDES! BLACK VEIL BRIDES!" Andy grinned as the people in down in front of him chanted the band's name. The concert neared its end as Knives and Pens started with a swift queued nod towards the other band members. Security guards patrolled the perimeter of the stage, occasionally throwing off wanderers back into the sea of fans. The last note belted out of Andy's throat, and the audience broke through the wall of highly trained men and onto the stage