Brushing out my hair, I prepare for my first concert ever. Excited is an understatement. I AM BOUNCING OFF THESE MOTHERFUCKING WALLS! Out of all the concerts, it's a Black Veil Brides concert!!!
A memory of a dream fleets around in my head, causing me to pause in my brushing. Green water, not breathing, men in white, and static covered voices. Someone shows me Andy's photo and ask if I love someone.
"Ambrosía! Why are you screaming?!" Mom waltzes in.
I cover my lips with my hands and mumble an apology. She sighs, coming to stand by me. Mom pulls my hands away and wipes away a tear. Knowing it's about my nightmares, she hugs me tightly and rocks us smoothly. Mom hums a soft melody and I feel my eyes droop. Sleep sounds divine.
Chuckling, Mom kisses my temple and stands. She picks up the forgotten brush and rakes through my hair. Mom hums as she does so and I try to match the melody. For some reason, I'm good at mimicking sounds. My eyes droop again and Mom giggles, changing the melody to something faster. The soft lullaby has become an energetic beat. She's humming "Let You Down" by Black Veil Brides. Mimicking her, I earn yet another chuckle.
She takes a deep breath and sings, though it's not BVB she's singing. It's the Happy Birthday song. Gesturing towards the door, Dad appears with a huge black and green cake. The cake is decorated with Poison Ivy and Batman in a warped embrace, the scene from the comic where she tries to kill Batsy but ends up curing him instead. Nineteen flaming candles decorate the borders.
"Make a wish!" Mom smiles.
I wish I had someone to spend the rest of my life with, someone to love me for forever...
I blow on the candles, putting all of my might into it. Poison Ivy loses a boob and Dad gains one on his cheek. Annoyed, he wipes off his face. Gulping, I prepare for Dad to verbally murder me. He's not the nicest person in the world, and that's when he's in a good mood. Which is painfully rare...
Shit...
Mom pulls him into a deep kiss, distracting and redirecting his fury. Channeling it into his lips, Dad drags Mom from my bedroom and towards theirs. I make gagging sound effects and turn on my music, blasting it almost at max volume. The beautiful sounds of Black Veil Brides flows around me, curling in the air and encasing me in a tender embrace.
I change out of my Harry Potter pajamas and into my favorite outfit ever. My leather jeans are like Andy's from the music video for "Fallen Angels" and my t-shirt is a standard band tee. It's the BVB shirt with the ribcage where the star is the heart. Briefly, I entertain the notion that that's actually how my heart looks. I have a badass heart.
Since I don't have warpaint, I cover my face in black eyeshadow. It's faintly sparkly and I do it to match Sandra Alva's in the "Perfect Weapon" video. My blue eyes really stand out right now. They're my best feature. I throw on the BVB necklace that their new drummer, Christian Coma, wears and slip on his bandana as well. Teasing my raven hair to match Andy's, I let my mind daydream. One of the members will fall in love me and promise to make me his blushing bride.
Of course, I like them for more than their freakishly hot looks. The scars on my thighs and breasts can testify that the band has saved my life. I've even stopped cutting as much. BVB is my miracle. Maybe I'll get the chance to thank them today? Nyx, I hope so. That would make turning nineteen so much sweeter!
During the car ride to the venue, I try to keep calm. I'm seeing five grown men. Five incredibly talented, good looking, and famous grown men who have lull me to sleep nightly. Mom and Dad chatter about how I'm such a girl, but Mom says so teasingly. Dad says so like it's a curse and an insult. He wanted a son but got me instead. To make matters worse, I tore up Mom's uterus so bad that she had to get it removed. It's my fault that he'll never have a Dennis Korpse JR.
That was the first scar, but above the waistline of my leather pants. The second was when he hit me across the face, all just because I held the football at the wrong angle. My other scars are jumbled memories of blood, depression, and the fondest wish to die. Dad never found out, but I'm not sure if Mom knows or not.
"Space cadet, we're here" Mom flicks my nose.
Scrambling, I race to get out of the car. I'm free just in time to see five men in leather walk by, and I'm actually almost piss myself. So close to my five favorite men!!! Oh dear Nyx, I think I'm going to have a heart attack.
One of the men seems to notice me. His blue eyes lock onto mind for a short moment. I hear strange noises inside my head, the ones from my dreams.
"Target acquired" a woman's voice drifts through my mind.
She sounds like me, but hard and cold. Emotionless. Her voice sounds older, maybe like she's in her late twenties. A brief flash dances across my eyes; a woman who looks like me in her glass vessel, the familiar green liquid serving as her lungs.
"Hi, I'm Andy..."
Blinking reality back into focus, I look up into the diamond blue eyes of Andy Biersack. Gulping, I try to hold back a blush as I introduce myself. His deep, low voice makes my voice sound like it's a gift from Nyx and the other Titans. It's almost like he's rolling it over his tongue, trying to make it become one with his being.
Shit, my FanGirl Mode is actived!
"Is this your first concert?" Andy asks.
I nod, the blush winning as it creeps out over my cheeks. Andy chuckles, low and guttural. My thighs tingle as he brushes my bangs away from my eyes. He offers me a smile and signals over his bandmates. Mom and Dad get out just in time to see five strange men surround their dainty daughter.
"Excuse me, but who are you gentlemen?" Dad glares.
Black Veil Brides introduce themselves and I nearly piss myself laughing when Jinxx tells my parents that he's the creepy one. Dad doesn't find it funny, but Mom giggles. She shakes their hands and tells them that it's my birthday as she runs her fingers through her thick mass of blonde hair. My father grumbles, but mimics Mom and extends his hand. The band members shake his hand and give me a group hug, offering to sign anything I wanted.
Ashley Purdy must be hoping I want my breasts signed... Lol, nope!
Andy fiddles around with his back pocket. For a moment, I childishly assume he's massaging his ass. I'm more than pleasantly surprised when he withdraws tickets to the after party. He hands them to me, kissing my cheek. The other follow suit, lavishing their lips upon my cheek.
My cheek is such a whore.
"See you after the show?" Andy smiles.
I nod frantically. Mom smiles, pulling me into a tight hug. Dad just glares, making his way ahead of us towards the stage. His attitude is always the same. Anything Mom or I want to do is to be done as quickly as possible, but his activities may last all day.
He can't rush a concert.
I hope this is Karma biting him on the ass.