Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce
Hold On Till May II
"Um, I'll pass." I replied, almost uneasy. Oh god, If I couldn't stand even being near Grace, might as well just not go to a party with her. It's an easy ticket to destroying her self being. I knew so many things about her, you'd think I'm obsessed. But it's just that I know Grace too well, I could easily embarass her in front of everybody. And she'll end up hating me, but that's something that is not that important to even brag about. People hate, whatever, life goes on. I never did anything to her, so I don't know what had ticked it.
Grace nodded in response, grabbing her bag, and glances at Jack.
"Well, let's go."Jack says, shrugging a bit. He looked down at me, and smiled, "Hope you feel better."
Then, they head out.
Dad comes in with a glass of water and pills.
"By the way, I contacted that band you like.. Praise the Ball?" He says, unsure. Oh god, you picklehead. I couldn't help but laugh at that too. What a way to stop cursing and making up insults.
"Pierce the Veil." I corrected, shaking my head, laughing.
He chuckles, almost embarassed. "Yeah. So I spoke to them and thanked them about everything. Y'know, being super heroes and stuff. Saving my little girl."
I smiled, and spread my arms wide, inviting my dad for a huge hug. He smiled and put the glass of water and the pills on the coffee table, and bent over to embrace me. He squeezed me a bit tightly, but in a comforting way. I could feel his heartbeat, and I couldn't help but smile more. I was greatful for having him. Not so many people have Dads like mine. He may be a fucktruck sometimes, but I loved this man with all my being. He squeezed me a bit more, and I yelped. "Dad! Stop!" I laughed, trying to push him off. Until he did.
"Sorry." He raised his hands in defense.
"I'll kick your 6'1 ass." I joked, causing him to burst out laughing.
"Not now, I gotta head upstairs." I said and stood up on my feet. "Y'know, awesome human beings like me get tired a bit easily." I teased, reaching over to take the pills. He laughed, and rolled his eyes. I grabbed the pils, and placed them on my tongue. I swallowed the pills and drunk almost half of the water. "Wooo, Yeah." I stretched a bit.
"OK, super girl." He chuckled, crossing his arms around his chest.
"Um, Dad... I'm head to LA. Probably next week for sure? Or this week? Eh." I trailed off, unsure.
He nodded, "Let me now, gotta prepare myself to have a party to celebrate you leaving." He joked, grinning.
I rolled my eyes, and scoffed, "Yeah right, you'll miss me."
He shrugged, "Yeah, right."
I laughed and walked upstairs, "G'night, I guess." I shouted, as I walked up the stairs, earning a wave from him. As I entered the second floor, I headed towards my room at the end of the hall. As soon as I was an inch away from my door, I quickly turned the knob over and pushed the door in. I rushed inside, and quickly shut the door behind me. I leaned against the door, bitting my fist. I was trying so hard not to cry. Even though Michael was a huge asshole, I loved him. He was my asshole. Mine.
Tears started blurrying my vision, so I quickly ran towards my bed, and jumped onto it. I digged my face onto my pillow, letting the tears overflow. I felt my chest tightening, and a feeling in my gut that couldn't go away. Withing seconds, I felt my face becoming hot, and wet with tears. I gripped onto the pillow, sobbing and screaming. I couldn't stop myself. And I didn't want to. I gasped for air, feeling out of breath. But I continued bawling my eyes out. Fuck love, man. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck him. I rolled to my side, and felt my hair sticking to my face. I can't. I took in a deep breath, and starting crying.
Today I learned that love can do so many things to you. It could either make you the most happiest person in the world, or it could completely destroy you as a human being. But, yet, oe of the best things that could happen to you when you're in love, is that whatever else that you felt: self-hate, depression, anxiety, and all of those bad vibes: they are taken away from that one person. They get to take those feelings away from a single touch, a word that leaves their lips, or the way their eyes look into yours. And while you're in love, you get to experience what love is, feel what love is suppose to be felt, get the love you deserve. You are appreciated. You are what the other person calls their reason, their everything. It can make you feel so many things, that it makes you want that person even more no matter what. Even if it means loving them more than you love yourself. It makes you want to be with them 24/7, go anywhere in the world with them. Nothing else really matters because you know there is that one person that needs you, that does all these things to you that you really don't need any other person. This is what human beings strive for. Someone who is willing to be there for you, care for you, love you, appreciate you, value you. That is what gets someone killed. When all of this is broken, you feel so destroyed. Betrayed. It messes with your head, and it destroys every sense of hope you ever gained in your life.
That is when you know, something is really broken about the World.
And well, what can we exactly do about that?
I couldn't do anything.
“A girl I used to date once told me that her parents neglected her as a child. She remembered climbing this tree in her backyard and hiding from them just to see if they would look for her, or even notice that she was gone. I always thought it was such a sad story and I wrote this song for her. It also talks about the ups and downs in the relationship we’ve had recently.”
- Vic Fuentes explaining the meaning behind ‘Hold On til May'