Bulls In the Bronx | PTV [ROUGH EDITING]

Bulls In The Bronx (Pierce The Veil)

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                 Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce

                                                        P r o l o g u e :

          This is it, and time's running out. 

     I am late, I am late! It was probably going to be past seven, due to the fact that the sun was going down already. I really wished I would've came earlier, I just wished. But noooo, my mother and father had visitors at home. And those visitors were my aunt and uncle—And yeah, they decided to stay all day. Well, I know I would've excused myself, but my parents kept talking and talking, and involving me in their conversation, I never left my house. Grrr. I probably had missed Pierce The Veil's performance, and let me tell you how much I loved them. If any of you don't know who they are, they're a rock band, and they're amazing. Luckily, they were selected to play in the annual Vans Warped Tour, in which I decided to buy my tickets to. But let me add one thing, I'm not one of those fan girls that dedicate their lives to bands. Well, that doesn't sound half bad... But usually fangirls are portrayed as killing machines on legs. I'm really aware how fan girls can nearly kill a human being. 

I'm the type of person who's... I believe, er, normal. Not that normal, but an OK person? 

Bleh, let me explain myself.

Well, first of all, I'm twenty-one years old. Yes, twenty one. I'm not that old, but not that young... And today well, as I mentioned, I was forced to spent almost a whole day with my parents... I might as well not be surprised, my parents can be a bit... Well, anyways, let me tell you a bit about myself, and might as well take yourself comfortable because this might take a bit long. Well, maybe. 

To start with, I'm (Isa)Bella Darlings and my interests are totally different from my parents and my sister. I'm like the oddball of the family, ha. 

My sister's older than me, she is about twenty-three years old. And well, I love rock music, also metal. Some people may ask me how can I possibly stand loud, screechy, music, but well, I don't know how to explain it, but it's what I'm into. My sister asked me that once when I went through a phase... Well, you can say, I'm very well, more matured. 

But when it comes to my sister, she is still working on being mature. She is extremely annoying, and I wish I could feel something different about her, but that's all I feel. Annoyance. My sister loves pop-type of music, and I have nothing against it, but when she listens to it, she makes it annoying, and it makes me feel annoyed. I wish I could feel differently, but it's just natural I guess. 

We have been told that we have different tastes of clothing too. I think you could easily tell because you would see her wear skirts, and all those happy happy colors. I would wear casual clothing, maybe basic, but then sometimes I wear those ripped up jeans and carry those pant chains, give that punk vibe. But I don't get excessive, as for example, 300 chains everywhere (which would probably be heavy and I wouldn't recommend it), and so much black you're practically a shadow. But I mean, I do love that style, that punk-like style. Plus, Black matches with everything, and it's an attractive color. 

Besides the looks, there comes the personality.

I can probably be the type that looks tough but seriously... I don't know how to fight. I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But, I'm not weak, that's for sure. It' a fact that, well, I know how to defend myself with words, but with fists... I'm such a failure. Haha. Trust me, If I could, I would've knocked out a lot of bitches.

So coming back to reality, sadly my car decided to break down in the middle of the road. So I had to walk to the place Warped Tour was happening nearby the area I was living. Thank goodness it was close and I had managed to get in. Well I only had like a couple hours left, which sucked balls, but It was better than nothing. And plus, I had bought the tickets, I wasn't going to waste it. 

I sighed and looked around, seeing the place still packed with thousands of people. I couldn't help but let a smile curl up my lips, it has been a long time I've been to Warped Tour, I actually miss it.

As I walked by a dark area, I saw a group of men by the corner eye me. They were holding what I managed to see; bottles that seem to be beers. It seemed that I had attracted their attention that they came walking towards me. Creeps... Creeps.. I thought as I kept walking away, actually speeded up my pace; one of things I had to obviously do. However, I began to get those goosebumps - I was afraid. Its obvious drunk men who stalk young women are up to no good; it always ends up bad. I sighed and covered myself more with the gray knitted sweater I had. 

"Hey, Hey, you there!" One of them called behind me.

I kept walking but then, before I knew it, they crowded me. I felt so tiny compared to them, it was actually intimidating. Jesus, don't they have bad breath. I tried to push them away but they didn't move an inch.

"I bet you look beautiful without your clothes on..." One of them slurred.

"Don't you want to stay with us, and you know...Party," A perverted smile.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, seeing one of them try to take my sweater off.

"Come on, don't be rude!" 

"Get off of me you dick head!" I yelled trying to push one of them off to set myself free. "I swear to fuck, I will..!"

"Such dirty words for such a pretty mouth." 

"She can say anything she wants to me."

My sweater's ripped off of me that I yelp and try punching them. But it's no use. One of them yanks me away and take a hold of me. I try to punch him, kick him off, but it's no use. Everything that I tried to do, was a fail. He then throws me to the ground hard, but when I try to escape he straddles on me, "You're mine, babygirl."

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