America POV:
I was getting helped by the bodyguards and I finally got up on stage. I walked over to Dan who was welcoming me with a hug. " okay guys I will like you to meet my new friend America Edwards." he said to the arena full of crazed fans. Suddenly the arena went silent and one person yelled " She is using you for money. What a whore!!" and then the arena went with boos. I was embarrassed and really upset. I felt water touching my cheeks and then I realized that I was crying. I ran off backstage not knowing where I am heading too. I came into the view of the bathroom so I headed in there. I came in contact with a razor sharp, and it looks brand new. No no you can't do this America you've been clean. I was mentally fighting with my self. I had the urge to cut. I have nobody in my life, everyone hates me, probably the band thinks I am annoying and a bother. So I went to pick up the razor and started with deep cuts. I was getting dizzy and dizzy by the second. I heard someone knocking on the door and yelling my name. Once they opened the door.... I couldn't figure out who they were and everything went dark....
