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Having friends in a world like today is what people need most. No one can go on without at LEAST one friend that they can call their own. The one that listens to them when they've had a bad day. The one who will give them advice or cheer them up. Compliment them on their outfit or go shopping together. For me I guess that really can't be applied since I have NO friends. None. Zip. Zero. It may seem sad and all but I'm used to it. Being alone, having no one pestering you and you just get to...be alone. Solitude is one thing that brings me joy in life, but of course there's one thing that also brings me joy. Black Veil Brides.
Their music has gotten me through the bad times in my house. My parents aren't the nicest people to me...or to each other. My father used to own a big company that his father left for him when he passed away. Soon after a couple years of keeping the business going strong he decided to marry and settle down and maybe have a kid. That's when he met my mother. She was a beautiful young woman all the men wanted to date her and even marry her. Her naturally straight chocolate hair that flowed down to the middle of her back caught my father's eyes one day. When he asked to go on a date you'd think she'd say no since he was a random stranger, but she actually said yes. After three years of being happily together they decided to get married and have a kid named Alice, which is me.
Once I popped out they thought their lives were going to just become even better, but one day my father got greedy and took some of the company's money and bought things for him instead of paying the bills and workers. That's when they went bankrupted and had to shut it down. Father ended up becoming a drunk, and he's a little physical when he's drunk not the best person to be around at that time.
On the other hand my mother she went kind of crazy...okay maybe a lot crazy. Every day after she came home from work she'd hide in her bedroom and be in a corner rocking back and forth whispering things. It was quite the scare. We had her checked out, but the doctor just said she was very stressed with work and bills and raising a kid at that time.
Now six years later, I turned 16 and in high school having just the best time of my life ever. Not. I'm known as the "emo" girl or maybe "goth" the list could go on and on. No one has ever tried to be friends with me, and I personally don't want anyone to BE friends with me. Everyone at this school are stuck up bitches or asshole jocks. The jocks and preppy people always picked on kids that weren't in their social group and the one they liked to pick on the most just happened to be me. It was a joy to come to this hell hole every day, and be pushed into trash cans, have people write awful words that stung on your locker, and have your head dunked in the toilet. The toilet one is the one that the preps have the most fun with.
One day I'm going to become a famous singer and leave this place to live somewhere where I can be accepted and make my dream man fall for me. This probably won't happen, but what it never hurt anyone to dream...right?