Best Friends with BVB

Chapter 1: Best Friends with BVB

"We scream! We shout! We are the fallen angels!" I couldn't help but sing fallen angels, it's my favorite song from my favorite band, Black Veil Brides.

I had my earbuds in and i didn't realize i was dancing to the song. I'm a horrible dancer, but i know a lot of people who can't dance.

My mother instantly burst into my room, she looked furious.

She ripped my earbuds out of my ears and said, "Thats it Abigail! I'm tired of telling you to stop listening to that music! It's bad for you, and i don't want you to end up like Savannah. She's a bad influence and she makes bad decisions."

I was speechless. My mother never talked about savannah that way. I suddenly came to my senses.

"How dare you talk about my best friend like she is a monster! She has always been there for me! She has been there for me when you didn't do shit! You sat around like the lazy ass you are and complained about how your life was absolutely terrible. I am sick and tired of you wanting more out of me, because this is the best you're going to get! And this "bad music" you talk about is what has kept me going, what's kept me alive. I don't know where you have been this entire time, but it sure as hell hasn't been with me."

She was pissed. I had never told her off like that before, and i could tell she didn't like it.

She came up to me and slapped me across the face. I didn't know what had happened until the pain became unbearable. She looked me in the eye and told me, "Get out of my house. I don't care if i never see you again."

The words she spoke to me went deeper then any knife could go.

I didn't know what to say, so i didn't say anything. I got my bag, put a few things in there and left. They didn't care about me anymore, no one did. No one except savannah cared about me now. No one.

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I pedaled as fast as i could to Savannah's house. I had been there thousands of times, i knew exactly which way to go. I always rode my bike over there when things got bad or i felt alone, but this time i was going to leave my entire life behind.

Savannah was the only person i could depend on. She was always there for me. Every person i ever met never really cared about me, just about everyone i met left me. Not savannah, she hasn't left me. Yet.

My legs began to hurt, but i kept going. I couldn't tell if i was running away from home or running to savannah. My chest ached and my legs burned, but whispers in my head told me to keep going. I pumped my legs faster and faster. I needed to to rest, i needed to stop, but the whispers screamed at me to keep going. I remembered the sting on my face when my mother slapped me and i started to cry. The tears ran down my face and was replaced with cold from the frigid night air.

I was in her apartment building now. I could only imagine what she would tell me. "Way to go abigail, you really fucked up this time." I wanted to keep running, but i didn't want to run alone. I'm sure she would be more than happy to run away with me. We we're practically like sisters.

Room 666 appeared before my face and i chuckled since she is the devil. Well, we joke around and say she is the devil. I knocked on the door and her brother, peter, opened the door. He looked at me then looked back and yelled at his sister, "It's that douche bag you call a friend!" I glared at him evilly and when he turned around he just smirked at me. Me and savannah would get him back later, but right now i just needed to talk to someone.

I wen't in her room and she looked at me with a very confused expression. "Why is your makeup all runny?" Then i was confused. "What do you mean?" I went over to her mirror and took a look. My makeup was absolutely ruined.

"It was because i was crying on the way here." Saying that was like getting punched in the gut. She just stared at me in disbelief. we didn't say anything for a while until savannah broke the silence, "Are you ok?"

The last time she had seen me cry was when my first boyfriend, matthew, broke up with me. That was when we were in the 7th grade. Now we are in the 12th grade.

Just the thought of my mother brought tears to my eyes. I sat on her bed and cried into my hands. I felt stupid and vulnerable. "Abigail, who the fuck did this to you?" I looked up and stared into her eyes and told her with a thick accent, "My mother."