Em's POV

Mikey and I walk hand in hand towards the venue. I'm carrying an amp in one hand and Mikey is carrying his bass with the other. We go through the usual routine of setting up but now with some kisses with Mikey. I smile as I sit in a foldable chair in their dressing room. I guess Im happy with him. I mean, yeah I don't get that fuzzy feeling like I love him but it's nice. The guys come in their room and start prepping. Gerard and Ray harmonize together and Frank is just on his phone. I walk over to Mikey and snake my arms around him while he is flat ironing his hair. I look into the mirror we are facing and I see a smile forming on his lips. He puts down the flat iron and scoops me up and kisses me. He puts me back down and I giggle like the idiot I am. A girl walks in with Brian.

"Hey Brian," we all say. I look over at the girl. She has brunette hair down to her shoulders with some dark purple streaks. She has a thick coat of eyeliner and she is wearing a rather right black dress down to her mid thighs. I'll admit it she is kinda pretty.

"Guys, I want you to meet your new makeup artist, Alicia!" Brian says and gestures to her. She smiles and waves.

"Hey guys," we wave back awkwardly.

"Why do we have a makeup artist?" Gerard asks.

"well remember Gerard you were talking to me about a new concept for the band to go with the new album you're working on. I just thought you might need some help with the makeup part of the look," he explains.

"Oh," he replies. I try to reach for Mikey's hand but he moves it. What's wrong with him. I sigh.

"Alright let's go," Brian says. The guys walk out and Alicia. Mikey gives me a quick peck and follows them.

______hour later the show finished.


The guys come back inside the dressing room yelling. They look so happy. Then Alexander walks in with them. My smile fades to a frown. I forgot he was on this tour. He looks at me and winks. God he's fucking annoying. Ray pulls out some beers from a small fridge and they start drinking. I don't really drink. They sit there for about an hour later slurring words and laughing. I just sigh even Alicia is drunk as fuck. I get up and walk to the restroom. I walk down the hall. damn this is pretty far from the room. I finally spot the restroom. I open the door and do my business. I walk out and hear some laughing coming from the room next door. I listen a little closer. It's Mikey and someone else. I open the door and see the worst thing ever. I see Alicia on top of Mikey straddling him. I gasp. Mikey shoves Alicia off of him an starts shouting my name.

"Em please!" He pleads. I roll my eyes. I walk out of the venue. Fuck this shit. My tears start to blur my vision. I walk to the van and just sit by it since it's locked. I just let my tears roll. I don't need that bastard anyway. I keep trying to repeat that but still doesn't help with this feeling. I choke up. I promised myself I wouldn't do it but it keeps the pain away..
WARNING THIS MY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE_____

I reach in my purse and find them. My old razor blades. I kept them in there meaning to throw them away. But it's the only thing that helps me feel better. I slide the rusty razor across my wrist some tears fall and land on the cut making it burn. I cry from the pain and this feeling. I start to make more and more cuts. After about 12 deep cuts I stop. What have I done. I pull down my sleeve. I throw my razors in the distant. I broke my promise. I lie down on the cement and cry. What have I done...



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