Changes-Bullet For My Valentine FanFiction
Rating:PG (Possibly 13 lol)
Pairing: Mainly Hailey (my own character) and Matt Tuck
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE, THE MEMBERS, OR OTHER BANDS USED IN THIS!! (as amazing as it would b lol)
INFO: okay if u guys r wondering about some of the odd names (like Sayama) this was something I'd wrote about 2 years ago but never posted! Regardless, the main girl characters (Hailey and Sayama) were names from an RPG I was using. Enjoy this :P If you hav any questions about other characters and things like that, u can send me a message on here. Have fun reading!
All I've ever known was change. My brother used to tell me I'd had more change in my life than anyone ever should. I beleive that 100%. He also told me change was a good thing. I believed that until I saw him die right infront of me. All we heard was laughter and All These Things I Hate blaring from shared headphones. Bullet For My Valentine was always our favorite band. Just as the car was about to hit in my flashback I'd played in my head millions of times willingly or not..
" Get off your lazy ass and clean this table!"Dan yelled throwing a paper towel roll at my head and knocking an earbud out. My foster dad. HIs wife, Anne, had recently gotten arrested and ever since then things have gotten worse. Prostitution was the case that dan had no clue about until she was caught. She was sweet and made my life more worthy of living. Bossed and beated was now my life. Forced to clean and tend to Dan's needs that he was too lazy to do himself. He had new women over every night. Simple date. I was usually forced to make or go out and buy and then bring home and clean up the mess.
"Yes sir." I responded as I placed the earbud back in and turned up my music. I sprayed the cleaning liquid on the table and washed it off with the paper towels. THe phone rang as I threw away the filthy paper towel. I picked it up and yanked out my earbud.
"Hello?"
"Hey girly!" I knew her voice anywhere.
"Sayama!"
"Of course it's me Hailey my dear! What's up?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary." I replied sighing.
"I'll tell you something out of the ordinary!"
"What?"
All I heard in repsonse was laughter and what sounded like a fan girl squeal trying to be held in. I waited patiently for her repsonse. "Guess who got tickets to the BFMV Concert?" she finally said, well nearly screamed.
"Woah! Are you serious?!"
"Yeah! I'llpick you up tomorrow night at 6:00 p.m.? That okay? By the way it's front row seats!"
"That's awesome! Can't wait and yeah that's fine."
"Perfect! See ya then!" she said and hung up. I hung up and tried to contain my excitement. The timer went off and I took out the pizza I'd had cooking in the oven for Dan and his date. I blew on it and waved my hand over it as I dropped the pan on the counter, thanking God or whatever that I was wearing long sleeves when the pan touched my arm. Not even Sayama, my closest friend in the world, new of my secret obsession. Under my long sleeves held the secret of years of self-mutilation. Scars covered my pale arms. People at school picked on me and tortured me daily for my pale skin, died black hair with neon colored extensions, HOt Topic styled clothes, black nail polish, dark make up, and a knack for emotional poetry. The song Waking The Demon nearly described my life at school perfectly. But of course, I was human. Vampires, werewovles, fairies, and all that stuff was far too drug out from books like Twilight. I just didn't believed in them. I'd believe in a vampire when they dug their fangs into my neck.
I walked up stairs and grabbed my backpack filled with notebooks with page after page of poetry and fanfictions or even suicide notes covered in my blood when I got pushed over the edge far enough for me to cut too deep. Pens and pencils filled the pockets on the side and front pockets. I pushed my wallet ito the pain opening and zipped it beofre putting the straps onto my shoulders and made my way down the stairs only to see Dan dressed fancy. Hair combed to the side to cover his baldness and a suit and tie. He stood with Christina, his new date who was a Hillary Swank look a-like that was WAY out of his leage. I smiled at the two and made my way out the door giving comments that made Dan look good and less of an abusive, drunken slob. He smiled at the me approvingly but in his pale green eyes, you could see he wasn't happy with me, not that he ever was.I smiled at them once more and slipped out the door of our appartment and pushed past a mexican couple cussing at eachother in words I barely understood. Something about cheating and paying the bills. I rolled my eyes andwalked down the 3 flights of stairs and into the busy streets of New York. I opened the door of a small but cozy deli next door to the apartment. Perfect for reading on chilly autumn days with some Hot Cocoa and music. I walked up to the counter and ordered HOt Cocoa from a girl with blonde hair and dyed pink tips and a nose piercing. She smiled at my emo-y syle and gave me the cup of warm and milky drink topped with marshmallows as I handed her $2.50. I thanked her and sat on a sofa sipping the drink and cranking up the music playing from the headphones dangling around my neck. My backpack covered in Jack Skellington and emo Hello Kitty pins and key chains sat next to me open with a note book or two poking out of the opening as I sat with one propped up on my knees as I read over a recent poem I'd wrote about the delicate wings of a monarch butteerfly I'd found sitting by my window in the early morning. Knives and Pens by Black Veil Brides was the song playing but was now over. Fever began to play and I felt 4 pairs of eyes on me. I glanced up and saw 4 men who looked a bit older than me.
They all had sunglasses on and their hoods were pulled up over the better part of their faces. I wondered why they wore sunglasses a t9 pm inside a one or 2 windowed Deli but it was none of my business. One of them had a pair of drumsticks and was tapping to the bet of Fever as it played like he had been doing it before it was released. I smiled and started giggling when one of them with blondish hair that was frizzy at the ends and a beard tried to stop him speaking in a hushed tone that sounded British. When they heard my laughter and loked my way again, I averted my eyes and pretended to be very concerned with yanking at a hangnail on my left thumb. They looked away again sipping coffee or munching on pastries. I still felt one pair of eyes on me. One with shoulder lengthy black adn blonde hair and a pierced lip and piercing blue eyes visible as the lights shone through the glasses. Something about him seemed oddly familiar but I couldnt' put my finger on it. His ears had gagues and he had a bit of facial hair. He smiled gently and I smiled back and busied myself to finsih reading the poem even though the man, espescially his eyes, were stuck in my head.
After about 15 minutes I made my way out of the door, chugging whatever was lieft of my Hot Cocoa. Rain started falling as I threw it away. I pulled my hood over my head and pushed my hands into my pockets. Parked next to the Deli sat a huge bus from Jayline Travel.
"Same company as Bullets'.." I thought a loud remembering a tour of the bus on the concernt DVD in Brixton Academy when they were touring for their first album, The Poison. I stepped closer to it until something bumped against my black combat boots. I kneedled down and saw a red guitar pcik with the words BFMV engraved on it in black, shiny letters with a skuull and cross bones below it and on the back was a heart with small guns pointing to it. I picked it up and held the cold, wet plastic in my hands, letting the rain kiss my skin. I put it in my jeans pocket and ran into the apartpetment shaking the rain from my hair. I walked up the staris toward my aparptment shivering even with my hands in the pockets of my hoddie they continued to shake. My arms hit my jean pockets occasionally as I stepped up each time hitting the guitar pick sticking to the wet cloth. I pulled out the keys and unlocked the door to find Danl aying on the couch, a beer dangling from his hand as a re-run of Family Guy played on the T.V. I tiptoed to the kitchen where the pizza lay on the table. Only 2 slices remained on the plastic plate resting in the middle of the table. I took a bite of one and put the plate into the dish washer and turned off the T.V. I grabbed some O.J. sitting on the counter. I took a drink from it and put it in it's rightful place on the bottom shelf of the refridgerator. Walking as quietly as I could towards the end of the halld ropping my bag in the corner near my door. I switched on my light and shut my door. Band and Hot Top icon posters hung from the walls and my bed was merely a matress on the floor. I had it fixed up with stuffed animal creatures I'd bought form Goodwills or got for presents from different Foster homes I'd lived at over the years. Black sheets and pillow cases covered the pillows and mattress. I collapsed onto it and sighed staring up at my cieling where the members of BFMV stared back down at me from their place on my cieling.
I smiled up at them and rolled over onto my floor and stood up. I flicked off the light and collapsed onto the mattress once again and snuggled with a black skeelianimal bat with a red chocker and silver studs. I skipped to the song Say Goodnight and fell asleep to the sound of Matt's voice as the sweet melody lulled my brain and made my heart soar.
A hand over my mouth and piercing blue eyes staring back into my own hazel orbs which looked bigger than usual, widened with fear. Being strangled by the screams threatening to expolode but being held back by a cold, suprisingly gentle hand.
"Don't scream." Whispered a familiar voice. Whelsh, matured, and somewhat ragged from being strained singing and screaming. I nodded and he slowly removed his hand.
"Matt.." I began. "You're Matt Tuck." I wispered. He smiled revealing two sharp fangs usually posessed by a vampire. He took a step closer to me causing me to step back. W continued this until I was pushed into a wall, my arms pinned to my side. I stared at Matt as he brought his face towards my neck. I tried to move away but his hold was too strong. He opened his mouth and poushed his fangs into my skin. THe blood ran down my neck and shoulder and flowed freely into his fangs. The screams finally erupted.
"Stop!" I screamed and sat up in my bed, eyes wide, heart poudning, and a cold sweat on my back. Panting and shaking, I took them minutes to catch my breath and slow my heart which raced faster than my lungs could keep up with. When I'd finallyl relaxed, I sighed and layed back down. My alarm went off as soon as mye eys shut, making them pop open again.
"Ahh!" I screamed and sat up again. I glared at Emily The Strange alarm clock and threw my fist at it and it shut off. I sighed and kicked off the sheets and rolled off the matress. The hard wood floor was clod and sent shivers through me as I fell on to it. I threw on my clothes, black jeans, combat boots, black long sleeved shirt with Bullet For My Valentine written across the chest in dark red letters. A skull sat beneath it with fangs dripping with blood and from where eyeballs once lay. I pulled open the door and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Dan sat at the table eating a bagel covered in cream cheese while sipping coffee as I brushed the knots from my hair. He glanced up at me and then down at the tv.
"Where were you last night?" he asked, not bothering to look away from the t.v. where the news was reporting a kid who was arrested for having weed at school and stabbing a teacher while high.
"Getting a drink, why?" I answered back simply.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" he yelled and took out a cigarette.
"I couldn't! You were passed out!" I yelled back. He picked up a bottle of beer and threw it at me. I barely dodged and fell to the floor, watching the yellow liquid run down the wall onto the broken glass. Dan ran up to me and lifted me up by my hair.
"Look ya little fuckin devil, don't speak to me like that again! Espescially when Christina is here tonight! You got that?" he screamed in my face, spitting venom in his words.
"Yeah, who would want to get in the way of your failed attempts of impregnanting the poor girl?" I replied smirking.
I may be half his size, but my remarks never failed to leave him speechless. He drew back his hand and slapped me hard on the face. I pushed him away and grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I ran down the stairs and out the doors covered in grafitti and rust of the aparptment. I looked back just to be sure he wasn't following me. A honk came from behind me, making me jump and turn around. Sayama sat in her car smiling, hands on the wheel. I sighed and smiled back. She propped open the door, and patted the seat next to her.I climed in and shut the door of them warm car. She leaned over and hugged me, and I hugged back. She was wearing more black than usual. We were both goth and loved metal, but I was just more upfront about it. She usually didn't wear as much as I did, and not everyday.
The ride to school was filled with laughs and blaring songs from Scream Aim and Fire as we talked about what was going to happena t the concert. Sayama loved the drummer, nicknamed Moose. A picture of him hung from her dashboard and the place for the airbag on teh passengerside. I told her about the guys I saw at the diner and the mysterious one with the eyes. She smiled at the descripiton of them, especially the one with the drumsticks.
"Sounds like the members of BFMV in disguise." She laughed.
"Possibly..NOT! But I did see a huge bus there last night it was gone this morning. Look what I found outside it." I said and pulled out the guitar pick. She stopped at a red light and took it from my hand, gave it a quick look over, and placed it back in my hands. I raised my eyebrows and she just laughed and kept driving when the light turned green.
"If it has nothing to do with Moose, I'm not interested! IF it was drumsticks..different story." she replied as we pulled into the school. We both climed out and walked towards teh school. We pushed open the doors. Jocks. preps, druggies, theifs, nerds, and all the other dramatic cliques of high school surrounded us. There were a few other metal heads in there, but only a few. We had no classes with. Piercings, dyed hair, chains, studs, and other Hot Topic or Spencer styles covered their bodies in clothing, jewlery, or tattoos. We walked to our lockers sitting side-by-side and did in our combinations. She glanced at my face and put her fingertips on my cheekbone causing me to wince and move away. ilooked down and she grabbed my chin and turned my face towards her.
"Hailey what happened?" She asked, eyes full of concern. She knew about the abuse for the years since it started.
"I just fell." I answered.
"It was Dan." It wasn't a question, but a total statement. She knew it was true. I nodded in response. She took out her compact and put some cover-up over it. Sayama wasn't pink or fluffy but she had something when it became necessary, make up to bandages. I winced painfully as she dabbed the sponge against my bruising skin. She put it away and gave me a hug.
"i'm sorry." She muttered and let go of the hug. i smiled at her and we walked out seperate ways.
The school day was just like any other one, only I was watching the clock more than usual. Normally I'd check ever 20 minutes, this time I watched ever 5 minutes. When I got home sure I'd have some extra hours to kill, but it was totally wroth it. I'd be seeing my idols live! I traced the guitar pick as I thought about it, I'd found still sitting in my pocket. I took it out and held it on the edges at a close proximity to study it. The shape of the letters, the intensity between the colors, shape of the hearts and guns. I then noticed something engraved on the side. I tilted up towards the cieling whre the flourescent lights hung. i squinted and scratched in the side was M.T. in small, jagged letters. M.T... initials maybe? What could they stand for? M.T... I took out my MP3 and hid it under my desk as I went to the section of it wehre pictures were. The pictures consisted of Invader Zim(mostly of Gir, a frantic little robot who loved everything and dressed like a green dog), pics of me ad Sayama making funny faces, various bands, emo icons, and of course BFMV. I finally got a picture of Matt which was the main concern of most of the band pictures. It was a close up of his right hand. He held a guitar pick that I realized was the same one I was holding. I looked closer and in the glare of the stage lights. M.T. was etched in the same side of the pick. Eyes wide and mouth open my head flew up and I gasped loudly. The teacher turned to me. Mr. Baker raised his furry, gray eyebrows at me.
"Something you'd like to share with the class Ms. Hailey?" He asked.
"Oh well I.." I studdered neverously, racking my brain for a winning explanation.
"She found a way to get out her anger without cutting herself? That's worth a nobel brize!" Said a snobby voice. I looked over to my left where princessy, pink weraing, blonde, rich, snotty, bitch of all bitches, Ashleigh Kingsley. She pulled out a razor from her Victoria Secret purse and held it at arms length towards me. "Here, need to relieve some stress?"
I smirked evily and batted my eyes. "You mean by slitting your throat?" I asked and in one swift movement I was out of my chair and had the razor next to her neck. "But then how would you vomit your meals?" Her green eyes went wide and the bell rang. I dropped the razor in her purse and patted her head before grabbing my things and walked out, leaving everyone wide-eyes, mouths open in shock. I turned back to see everyond else gathering their things and walking out as if unfazed by the incident right before their eyes, aside from Asleigh who still looked a bit shaken. But when she walked out and saw her "groupies" she went back to being snobby as ever. I rolled my eyes and turned around to see Sayama running at me hodling two skinny papers.
"Sayama? What's going on?" I asked, stopping her before she ran into me.
"Look what I got!" She said breathlessly and held out the backstage passes. I took one and observed it closely. "No way! How did you get these? and from who?" I questioned.
"Some guy in my biology class who likes me." She giggled "Hey Owen.." She said and waved to a guy with acene, glasses, braces, and a bow tie who smiled and waved back as his whole face turned red. I smiled at hima dn shook my head. Oh Sayama.. "So," she said. "Do you want to leave from here instead? We can go to the mall or something." She suggested.
"Sure." I nodded and we went our seperate ways again, which definetly wouldnt be the last time of that day.
The rest of the school day dragged on but nothing was out of the ordinary. Boring classes, pervert teachers, kids gettting high, hook ups in the Janitors closet,and bullying from preps and overly-stressd cliques. Finally last period rolled around. 3:01 pm, 30 seconds until the bell. The teacher blabbled on about the sinking of the Titanic. The movie was epic don't get me wrong, but when you've studied it since 6th grade, in comparission to other historic tragedies, it gets a smidgen of boring. I tapped my pen on one of my notebooks and darted my eyes from the teacher to the ticking red hand as it moved twoards the big black 12.5..4..3..2..holding my breath 1.
The blell rang and the school exploded. Slamming lockers, couples meeting for an "I missed you" kiss, teachers collpasing in relief onto their chairs, kids who were skipping sneaking into the outside, and buses being loaded.
I met Sayama at our lockers, dumped our books inside, slammed it shut, put on my backpack and we raced out the door, chanting "Bullet" in sync over and over as we made our way otu the door, arms looped together and a smile on my face, I didn't know I had.
The Bellview Mall was the most famous hang out in our school for everyond. 4 levels, massive food court, and it was perfect for hanging with friends when you're drunk or high because no one really cares! Perfect teen hang out.
Sayama and I ran through the mall hand in hand towards a Hot Topic. This one was espescialy important for any goth because this was twice the size of a regular one if not more. Band and YouTube Icon shirts boarded all the walls. We ran through it and straight to the posters. We got a fwe 8x10 for BFMV to sign and cahins to hang on our jeans, Spiky necklaces hung on our necks, or lacy chockers. Black lipstick and gloss, nial polish, and glowing bands to use if we got lost in the crowd so we could find eachother. We purchased it all and walked out looking like two goth godesses with expressions that said we weren't afraid and nothing could stop us. We climbed back nito the car and rove towards the venue after getting some food.
The venue was in the middle of New York City. "Rock and Effin Roll" was the most famous venue in all of NYC for metal and screamo bands. My hear started racing and I took a shaky breath as we got in line so they could scan our tickets. The M.T. guitar pick hung around my neck. I'd punched a hold in it and put a chain through it. On the left side of the giantic building sat the tour bus I'd seen outside the Deli and my hear stopped. Had I met Bullet or at least came in contact with the snger without knowing?
Jay stood inside the tour bus trying to put on a tight black shirt but accidently hitting the door of an open cupboard and pushing his head through. I tried to hide my smile behind my hand and we started moving forward in line. The security guard scanned our cards and Sayama and I walked into the huge venue. We took our places at the front of the gate that seperated us from the stage. A song consisting of violins and pianos and strange vocals all the lights dimmed and everyone began to scream and chant Bullet's name. They stepped out onto stage. Sayama screamed Mooses name, and suprisingly enough, he looked directily at her and smiled, she screamed and looked like she was about to faint. Matt stepped infront of the main microphone and like the fangirl I am, I screamed. Matt looked down on me and I smiled at him. I moved the hair from my eyes and smiled brightly, then I looked into his eyes and gasped. I knew those eyes. He put one hand on the mic and yelled into it.
"How are we tongiht New York?" He scraemed. We all cheered and the whole place exploded in cheers and blaring music.