The Only Exception.

TWO.

The next thing she remembers is waking up to the beeping sound of the heart monitor. Her wrists were both bandaged and she was wearing a hideous hospital gown. She looked around the room and found Jeremy sleeping by her bed. She smiled and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She slowly stretched out her arm to reach her brother's head.

Jeremy woke up to her touch and a smile instantly formed upon his face. He stood up and carefully wraped his arms around her baby sister. Tears of joy and relief started spilling from his eyes.

Marvelle broke down to tears as she hug her brother. She hugged him so tight that it made some parts of her body ache. But she didn't really care.

"We were so scared Elle." said Jeremy as they break away from their hug. "So scared. We thought we were gonna lose you."

"I'm sorry."

"Just promise me you won't do it again. Promise me Elle." he said wiping tears off her face.

Marvelle nodded. "I promise."

Jeremy smiled and gave her another hug and a kiss on the head.

They said she's been under coma for 5 days, and with the amount of blood she lost, she's still lucky to be alive. They also said that she was lucky her parents found her and brought her to the hospital just in time. And that if they brought her even just a couple more minutes late, she would have been dead right now.

But with all honesty, she wasn't even sure if she was happy to still be alive. But she saw her family, and how scared they were before and she thought about the pain she'll be giving them if she dies. And because she loves them and she never want them to be in any pain, she decided to stick to her promise, even if her life gets so fucked up. She'll never try to kill herself again.

Recovering from all these things was not easy. It took a lot of work. Hard work. But she made it through with the help of her loving family and a handful of her good friends.

Music was also a big part of her recovery. She redicovered her love for music and discovered a new found passion for songwriting.

Around 2006, while Marvelle was helping Paramore with songmaking for their 2nd album, Zac Farro, the band's drummer, introduced her to Toby, Toby Simms. He was really nice and kind, and they soon became good friends.

Toby then introduced her to a few of his talented friends, Michelle, an amazing pianist, Kylie a really good bassist who also was a good dancer, and Bryan a very passionate drummer and the funniest guy she have ever met. They all fit together really well. Soon, they decided to create a band. They wanted to make music for all those who are lost and alone. All the underdogs and the losers. For the people who are misunderstood, misplaced, underestimated and mistreated. For all the people who are just a little different from the rest, the misfits. Just like them. And Band Of Misfits was born.

They toured with Paramore as the band's opening act for a year and a half, before signing under an indie label and making their own album and eventually having their own tour.

Everything was good. No. Everything was great. It almost seems like it's just a dream. It was perfect, until fast forward to today, that dream is almost coming to an end. The band, without Marvelle knowing it, decided to split up.

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"Look. I'm sorry Marvelle. I know how much this means to you, but we've made up our minds. I'm sorry it had to end like this." Toby apologetically said.

Marvelle shook her head and wiped the tears falling down. She takes a big breath, trying to regain her composure.

"Me too Toby. Me too.. Goodbye." she whispered to the phone before turning it off and throwing it across the room.

She screamed out of frustration, and just cried even more.

For quite some time she just sat there on the floor, in an empty room she uses as her little art studio in her apartment, crying her eyes out.

After a while, she got tired of crying, so she wiped off her tears and stormed off the room and headed straight downstairs. She grabbed her car keys that was lying on top of the piano and her coat before rushing out of her house and into her car.

After a long drive, she stopped by a hardwear store and bought 6 cans of paint and several canvasses. She also stopped by a liquor store and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two bottles of vodka before heading back home.

She gets home and she just threw her jacket on the floor before running up back stairs to her little studio.

She puts the record of one of her all time favorite band, The Format, on and cranked the volume up.

Armed with six cans of paint, a couple of paint brushes, and three bottles of alcohol, she started painting.

She wasn't really sure what to paint, so she just let her emotions dictate the sway of the paint brush against the canvass. Drinking every once in a while.

Tonight she won't be sleeping. She'll just paint and drink until she forgets all this shit.