The Life and Love of a Teenage Music Addict

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is about my life as a member of the BVB Army. Thank you Black Veil Brides for always being here for me. This is only the first chapter but theres more to come.

Submitted: June 19, 2011

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl that was in love with a guy that was entirely out of her reach. She was regal and beautiful... but he was famous and a God. He had raging fangirls, and was 7 years older than her. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldnt seem to get over it. She had never met him, but she had gone to one of his concerts, and had the time of her life. Him and his music ment EVERYTHING to her. They saved her daily. But it wasnt just the fact that he was gorgeous and talented, it was the fact that he always spoke his mind, he put so much emotion in his music, he was always himself, and he cared so much about not only his family, but his fans as well. He was all she ever wanted, all she ever will want, and everthing she could want. She was his ultamite fantasy. This is how all this came to be. My name is Cora Elizabeth Scroggins. I am 14 years old and im in love with a man named Andrew Dennis Biersack. I know you think im utterly insane, but its true. When i was in the 6th grade, my mother moved me from small little Winona Texas to big city Las Vegas Nevada. My mother and I went to Vegas so i could meet my biological dad. We also had my kid sister Lissie with us. Well, my mother and Lissie left withing a week, leaving me with a drunken asshole. I went to school, put on that dangerously fake smile, and worked my way through my hell hole of a life. You see, I always was and still am made fun of because of the way i dressed. I wore black fingerless gloves every day, black knee high boots, various band shirts, and was always getting beaten up because of the way I was. But about that time, i discovered Black Veil Brides, and before long i was customizing my own BVB shirts. They have been there for me from the beggining. I honestly never knew what any of them looked like untill about 5 months after i began listening to their music, so believe me, it wasnt because of the looks. I was in love with Andy from the start. I know im underage and not in his league. But I cant help it. A few months after i discovered BVB, my \"sperm doner\" began bringing home a different woman every night, and we lived in an apartment so i heard everything. He would get drunk and hit me. But i carried myself through school saying that i tripped, which everyone believed because i am terribly uncoordinated. No matter what, I held my head high. But one morning, he found a Dr. Pepper can in my room. I had been hiding out in my room for days because of his \"dates\". I took a few drinks in my room because i mean im a growing girl i need my food. But i came home from school after i had missed the bus, and he opened the door, pulled me in and slapped me. He told me to go in my room, pack all my shit, and get out. He had called my mother (who was back in Texas handeling divorce stuff) who in return called my uncle (who also lived in vegas) to come and get me. I ran to my room trying to contain the tars that stung and threatened to spill over, and looked around and found all my comic books burned, in a little box. My tears escaped then and i took out my trusty razor and made three small incisions on my right arm. after i had bandaged them i tried desperatly to cover all my other scars with make-up so that my uncle and aunt wouldnt see them, and i packed... everything. I took about 60$ out of his wallet, it was fairly easy considering he had consumed about 2 cases of Bud Light and was passed out on his air mattress. So I took my shit outside and waited.. for hours... untill my uncle finally showed up. I was finally going to get away... All of this i did, while listening to Knives and Pens. That song made me strong. Now that the first part of my story is complete, im going to explain this Andy Biersack thing. I do love him i do. Im not some freak stalker girl that follows his every move. No, im not her. Im just simply in love with him. I understand that theres probably no chance, i accept that i do. But i still hope. Because his music saved me. Girls that are \"fans\" are really only intersted in his looks. Im not. My only friend in Vegas introduced me to the band and she downloaded the song on her old iPod and gave it to me. I didnt have a computer, this was all i had of them. I never even knew what he looked like untill 5 months later when i came home to Texas. I loved him when i was imagining him and an 18 year old boy in a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and blonde hair. He was my everything. The emotion he sang with blew me away and i found myself struggling to breathe. Now, if you are willing, I will be posting another addition to this story once a week. Please take the time to read it and comment. It feels good to know that other BVB Army member are there for me and have gone through similar. And who know maybe Andy could read this, or someone like him and i could fall in love.. Like i said.. who knows?


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