Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore द्वारा the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? आप know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet. Hell, I've been contemplating suicide for almost three years now. आप want to know the real reason why I haven't killed myself yet? The reason is, I have the hope of one दिन being able to speak to the girl of my dreams. Her name is Ally Nicole Vernon. I प्यार just everything about her. She's kind. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. She's... perfect. She's not a लोकप्रिय girl, but it seems that everyone loves her. Ally treats everyone how she'd want to be treated. She's always helping out at school. I've loved her since she attended Pave View when she was in the ninth grade. I was at my locker with my Black Veil Brides bag over my shoulder. I heard a voice... so beautiful, so I turned. There she was... the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. The thing is... she doesn't realize I exist. I'm invisible to her. We're in the same biology and drama classes, though she still sees right through me. It's like I'm nothing but air. When I'm bullied, it seems she notices me, but I'm not for sure. I'm still sure she sees right through me. Just wonders what the bullies are angered about. Getting to the bullies, well, they tape insults on my locker about me being ईमो and a fag. That makeup is for fags. That I should kill myself and cut myself. And crap like that. I get beat up in the bathroom. Because they know the teachers never go in there. They just go to the teachers' lounge या whatever the hell it is.
My life is pathetic. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't effin' deserve it.
My life is pathetic. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't effin' deserve it.
Jade Adams was making her way घर when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her दिल skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do आप turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk घर together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do आप like it here?"