~One Week Later~

     So, you all now know how much I strongly dislike Blood On The Dance Floor. Either way, tonight is the concert and I'm hoping to still have a good time, even though I don't like them. I walked into my bathroom, fixed my rainbow colored hair, put some silver eye shadow on, and some purple glitter eyeliner. It wasn't long until I was finished and ready to leave. The concert started at six. It was five right now. I know I don't like them, but I still would like a decent seat.

     I got into my 2010 silver mustang and drove to the venue. It was a huge venue, which would probably fit three thousand people or more. I stepped out of the car into a rain puddle. "OMJ! My combat boots!" I scream. There was already people waiting in line so they gave me a look. Either over the OMJ (oh my Jinxx if anyone hasn't heard that before or read it) or my combat boots, I have no clue. I smiled and waved at them. They rolled their eyes, but looked away. I hate when people give me looks. It makes me paranoid.

     I walked to the line and got behind what looked like already two-hundred or more people. I huffed, but waited patiently. At some point, I had gotten bored and pulled out my I-phone out and put on Pandora. I typed in Blood On The Dance Floor for the heck of it, and their song Bewitched started playing. It actually wasn't that bad once I started to listen to the lyrics. Then, after the similar bands that played, their song Candyland started playing and I almost chucked my phone. The one reason why I do not like them, is because of all of their immatureness. It makes me mad that young children listen to this crap. After the song ended, I put my phone away. I know two songs by them now. Woo-pee.

     They had started letting everyone in right after I put my phone up. About ten minutes later, I was in the venue with a bunch of people attempting to buy merchandise. I pushed my way through until I got to the backstage area. I showed the person at the door my passes, and he let me in. OK, the only reason why I bought backstage passes is because I get very claustrophobic around all those people. I started walking and bumped into someone.

"I am so sorry." I say, looking up at him. It was the lead singer of Blood On The Dance Floor. He smiled at me.

"It's OK rainbow. What are you doing back here?" He asks me. I twirled my hair around my finger, arguing with myself if I should really tell Dahvie Vanity, why I was back here. I showed him my pass instead of talking to him.

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why your already back here. We just opened the doors, and you rush back here?" He asks me, questioningly.

"Dahvie, listen, I really don't want to be here right now. I get very claustrophobic, and I clicked the wrong concert. I meant to click Black Veil Brides instead of Blood On The Dance Floor.  And now, I have to be put through hell because there was no ticket refunds, and I have to listen to my least favorite band in the world." I say. He looked at me and he looked very hurt.

"Why don't you like us?" He asks. I eye him curiously. Did I really have to answer him? I figured I should.

"Because I see you guys as bad influences to all the children around us, and your just so inappropriate!" I yell at him.

"You haven't really listened to us have you?" He asks. I look him in the eye and shake my head no.

"Come back here with me." He says, directing me towards a dressing room. I walked in with him and there was loads of make-up everywhere. He sat a laptop down on my lap and started playing a music video. The song was called Believe. As I continued to watch it, I fell in love with everything that was Blood On The Dance Floor.

"You see? Your smiling so you must like us." He says. I hated to think it, but I actually did like them.

"If I hadn't listened to Black Veil Brides first, you guys would have been the ones to save my life with just that song." I say to him, smiling a huge smile at him. So yeah, I hadn't liked them before, but they were actually really good people, if you think about it.

He gave me a weird face and looked a little mad. "Saved your life?" He asks me. I just shook my head, and pulled up my sleeve. His eyes got wide as he seen all my cuts from my past. Like I said, very suicidal kid when I was younger.

"Oh my gosh!" He says. I could tell he felt bad for me and all, but that's not what I wanted. I pulled my sleeve back down and walked out of his dressing room. "Rainbow, wait!" He yelled after me. I took off running, and ran straight into a wall. OK, so he wasn't literally a wall, but you get my point. "What did Dahvie do this time?" He asks me. I finally looked up at him, and realized he was Jayy Von Monroe, the other singer of Blood On The Dance Floor.

"I didn't do anything Jayy!" Dahvie comes out. He still looked a little mad.

"Then why is she running away from you!" He yells at Dahvie.

"I don't think its the fact that she's running away from me. She's tryiing to run away from her past." He says, making cutting motions towards his wrist. Jayy understood now. He pulled my sleeves up and seen my scars. I began to cry. I felt horrible. No one really knew the real me, but once they found out who I really was, they always called me a freak.

"Shh, it's OK now sweaty." Jayy says patting my head. I just continued too cry.

"Hey, I found her first!" Dahvie yells at Jayy. He gets a small laugh from me. I was comfortable with these two men. I hadn't been comfortable with anyone in years. Not even my own parents. With my parents I felt like I was the daughter they had never wanted. Didn't matter what I did. If I came home with Straight A's from school, that still wasn't good enough for them. I wasn't the perfect child that they had wanted, which was one of the reasons why I began cutting in the first place.

     Eventually Jayy gets up and places me on a couch. "We have to go play the concert, rainbow." Dahvie whispers in my ear and then leaves. I fell asleep listening to them perform. The last song I remembered hearing was Believe. What an amazing song that was. That night I had finally slept in peace. Something that hadn't really happened in a while.

ok, so yeah, its still bad, and again, I'm sure there's a decent amount of spelling mistakes, either way, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Still don't know where this story is going yet.