The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

After what feels like five hours I finally came through, but with the worst pain around my eye and cheek. Not fully remembering what happened I slowly open my eyes so they can adjust to the light, that’s when I realize that I am still on the girls bathroom floor and the girls were still standing around me. Slamming my head back down on the cold, hard, tile flooring I know what is about to come next. Without even being able to think the kicking, punching and spitting continues back up again, but it is what happened that surprised me. The girls ran out of the bathroom in tone with the first bell for the day, leaving me to fend for my own and not being able to move off of the bathroom floor. Slamming my head back down on the bathroom floor once more I decided that I better get back up. However, there was no way in hell I was going to go to class and try to face the rest of the day. Avoiding everything I hide my face with my hair, put my headphones back in and quickly walk back out to my car.
“Shit, I can’t go home, I have no friends to call, I have nothing” I think to myself. With the anxiety building up inside I search through my car for my “best friend” which also turns out to be a silver, metal blade I tend to rely on. Finally I find it in my glove box and not caring who or what comes next I slowly roll up my sleeve and come face to face with what must have been fifty or more cuts and slashes. Without hesitation I add twenty more and become so numb it is actually comforting. Making sure the blood from the cuts don’t stain my shirt (mostly so my mom doesn’t ask questions) I wrap my arm with the gauze I keep stashed in my glove box. After I have all of that taken care of I take one final deep breath and start driving. Mindlessly driving mostly but oddly enough it always takes me to the same place… “The underground” which is a local music venue. The underground is where most of my favorite bands play including Of Mice & Men who are playing there tomorrow night. I park the car in the back lot so I can just be alone with my thoughts which also tend to be dangerous. But this time I just want to think and before I know it I break out into a silent sob.
*slight knocking on the driver side window*
With a swift movement I wipe the tears and whatever mascara ran down my face and look up. Both shocked and stunned I see this tall figure covered in tattoos standing outside my window, then it hits me… its Austin Carlile from Of Mice & men. Not knowing what to do I roll down the window with my very shaky hand. “Hey, we need to pull the bus in to the lot. I’m sorry but do you mind moving?” He asks. “Yeah sure, no problem. Sorry for causing you any trouble” I respond as my voice cracks from crying so hard. But not wanting to let Austin know I try to hide in with a cough even though I knew it wouldn’t work. Starting my car back up I hear Austin knock on my window again “Hey, are you okay?” “Yeah I’m fine” even though I knew that was a huge lie, why would Austin Carlile care about some random girl who is obviously a mess.
Austin’s POV
As the tour bus pulls up into the venue the drive stops and I look out the window to figure out what the hold-up is. There is some random car sitting in the lot with someone inside, so not thinking twice I volunteer to get out and ask them to move. Stepping out of the tour bus and being greeted with the crisp air I rub my arm to warm up a bit and walk over to the car. Inside I see a girl who was obviously crying and I knock on the window to see if she is okay. She rolls down the window and I come face to face with quite possibly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Not knowing what to say I blurt out “Hey, we need to pull the bus in to the lot. I’m sorry but do you mind moving?” The distressed girl responds with what sounds like a shaky voice from crying “Yeah sure no problem. Sorry for causing you any trouble.” Feeling bad that such a beautiful girl was hurting so much so of course I catch her before she can leave and ask “Hey, are you okay?” All over again she begins to sob and cover her face as if she is ashamed of crying.
Not knowing how to react I do what the first thing that comes to my head and open her door. “Hey, what’s wrong beautiful?” But she doesn’t respond, she just sits there and begins to shake from crying so hard. Carefully and not wanting to scare her I ask if it was okay to pick her up and take her out of the car and she replied with a simple head nod, yet was still shaking from crying. So I do, I carefully pick her up bridal style and she rests her head on my shoulder so I walk over to the curb of the sidewalk and set her down. As I set her down I accidently slide my hand down her arm and she winces almost as if she was in pain, and that’s when I realized what the ridges under her sleeve were. From the expression on her face I could tell that she caught on to what I had discovered and as if we took two steps back she bowed her head once again and began to sob harder than she was before.

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