Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Misery ❯ This is how it all begins ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Name: Varden Avonia Die
Age: 17
Birth Date: June 19
Piercings: lip (snake bite), cartilage orbital, left side of nose, belly button, surface piercing on both hipbones, and a Monroe on the right
Tattoos: a shattered heart on her shoulder that has the word “you” over it (you shattered my heart) and a pentacle on the back of her neck that has a candle in the middle and outlined in blue flames
Personality: depressed, hates liars but will lie if it is for the best, stubborn, wears her heart on her sleeve, has been hurt a lot in the past, thinks she is ugly and has an eating disorder.
Info: she is a wiccan, she still lives with her rents, but they don't give a shit about her they never even acknowledge that she is alive, she got really heavily into drugs at 10 and because she needed money to pay for the addiction so she became a prostitute., one of the best and well known ones. Her `boss' is abusive and doesn't want her to have a life other than whoring, he will hunt her down and beat her no matter who is watching. Her hoe name is Ivana Ambrosia.
Chapter 1
Well I guess this is wear my story begins. Its funny when I think about it. But that might just be me. I have to warn you, my story isn't always happy. Well I guess it all started when….
`Why, why, oh why does it have to be me? It'll all be over soon. Wait I better turn on the radio so my mutti (mum) wont hear.' I turn on the radio and I decide to play a mix tape my friend made me. I press play and start to listen. A song called `Headfirst For Halos' comes pouring out of the speakers. I pick up my athame, I am so proud to spill my blood with it. It has treated me so me so well through everything. I am about to bathe the blade with my blood when I start to listen to what the lyrics are saying. Those words, its as if they know want I am feeling at this very moment. `I can't do it! I can't do this to myself not yet I'm not ready to die!' I think to myself as the song is running through my mind. I throw the blade. I can't bare to even think of it anymore. I clean the new cuts on my arm and bandaged them, then go into my room and put on
This shirt
These pants
This belt
And these shoes
I will not mope around anymore. And I have to find out more on this band `My Chemical Romance'. I need to know who they are. I got on my laptop and went on a search. I finally found them and downloaded all there music. They were awesome. The singer really knew what he was doing and the guitars and the bass and the drums, just wow, they killed! I have to see them. So I went to check where they were touring and as if it was destiny, they were coming that weekend. `I have to get tickets. I need tickets.' And lucky enough they were still on sale but hella expensive. But I thankfully I had the money. So I bought the tickets and I was so happy I got them. Its this Friday night, and its already Thursday! `Holy Shit' I thought. “I'm going to see My Chemical Romance!” I scream at the top of my lungs. That's when my phone started to ring. It was my `boss'.
V: hello Ribbed
RT: Damn it bitch! Where the fuck is yo fuckin' hoe ass?
V: I'm at home getting ready to hit the streets.
RT: What the fuck is takin' yo ass so long? Are ya fuckin' someone on da side, yo dumb hoe?
V: No Ribbed I promise! I just took a nap that's all! I'm sorry, I'll be out in like 20 minutes!
RT: Damn right you will yo stupid piece a shit.
Then the line went dead. I knew I had to get a lot of business tonight if I was going to make it up.to him. So I got into this
And teased my hair and headed out to do one of the things that made my life hell.