I was so scared to walk in, but sighed and pushed open the door and slipped in smiling. They were all standing up, waiting for her, Vic, Mike, Tony, and Jaime. They each said hi and hugged me and then sat back down.
"Your name is Brianna, right?" Vic asked.
"Yeah," I smiled, extremely excited.
"Tell us about you," Jaime smiled back.
"Um I'm 17, turning 18 in August. I live about an hour north with my mom, just the two of us. I'm a junior and get pretty decent grades and I play softball and roller hockey," I said a couple things that came to my mind.
"What about friends?" Vic asked, looking kind of confused. I guess he thought that would be a main focus in my life, being a teenage girl.
"I don't have any, I don't really fit in at school," I explained.
"Oh. I think we all kind of know what that feels like. It happens to everyone," Tony answered.
"Yeah I don't really mind. I have things to keep me busy," I said, smiling again.
We talked about random stuff until it was time for a soundcheck.
"Meet us back here after the concert, we have a party here afterwards."
"Ok," I said. I walked out and around the complex to where people were waiting and one of the first on the line.
I got into the front row at the concert and started taking pictures as it filled up. The band came on and played so many songs, everyone cheered and sang along the whole time until it was over.

~back in the previous room~
I got in there beforehand the band did which surprised them as they walked in.

~omniscient pov~
"Hi," she said as they all sat down. Everyone responded except for Jaime since he saw her arm. Her sleeve had rolled up and through a space in her bracelets he saw tons of skin tone scars and bright red gashes and bandaids.
He looked up to see her smiling and thought how she was so decieving. She masked every amount of pain as though nothing had ever brought her down.
"Guys. Group meeting outside," he tried to keep his voice from cracking as the walked to the door.
Brianna thought nothing of it as they piled out so she sat comfortably on the couch.

~by the band~
"What's wrong?" Mike asked, his question speaking for all their confused faces.
"She cuts A LOT. I saw all the scars and fresh ones when I sat down. We gotta help her," he explained, shaking his head.
Their expressions changed as they realized the dead give aways, bracelets, long sleeves in fairly warm weather, and how she kept glancing at her wrist every so often.
"Who's gonna mention it?" Vic asked.
"I will. I saw them," Jaime answered. Then they walked back into the room.

~Brianna's pov~
They all walked back in, but Jaime didn't go to his seat. Instead he kneeled in front of me and grabbed my hands, pulling them towards him. 'He knows' I thought, my breathing picking up.
He took off the two, wide bracelets and slid my sleeve all the way up and sighed. "Why Brianna?"
"The whole story or the quick one?"
He sat next to me and it was scary to see their happiness be replaced with seriousness. "The whole truth," he emphasized on the last word, meaning no dumbass excuses.
"My dad ditched when I was 5 and I was bullied for it. I moved to a different school in 4th grade but it just got worse. And my step-dad was verbally abusive. He would call me things and say I couldn't do anything right so I started cutting. He finally left in 7th grade but then I started having panic attacks from all the stress. Because the last week before he moved out he screamed at every little thing and there was so much fighting. We moved and I switched schools again in 6th grade, the year before he moved out and I wasn't bullied anymore. But then everyone started again in freshman year and I lost all my friends. So ive been cutting since 5th grade," I let out the whole story.
Vic nearly slammed the table at the last sentence and muttered, "so young."
By the end of it I was nearly crying and Jaime rubbed my back. Tony and Mike were in awe and seemed angry at the same time. I was embarrassed that I had just said everything little thing that had ever happened to me in front of my heroes.