Chapter 3

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A/N: Hey Guys I'm updating I do not know if its long enough for you guys, but tell me if you want it to be longer or if you like it. Also Going to put songs for chapters. if that's cool Suggest songs if you like. LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING :)

Song For Chapter : Migraine- Twenty One Pilots

Somehow Aidens dad convinced them to let me out, if I come back every week for therapy. My question is who is going to pay for that? "Hey Aidens getting your stuff from your house so my dad sent me to come get you fatass" Alex said. Him calling me fatass does'nt really hurt me anymore since he's been doing since we were kids, I mean he's not lying I am fat and disgusting. I nod at him and follow him to Jeffs (Aidens dad) station wagon. "Hey Violet ready to go?" Jeff says carefully like I'm some ticking time bomb. I just nod my head and get into the back of his car. Alex just puts in his headphones and ignores the world, oh how I would like to do that right now, just be nowhere and do nothing, to be with no one. "Now Violet living with us has rules okay? Like no going in peoples room without permission, we enjoy privacy at this house. No cutting yourself okay? I've removed the razors just in case" At that point Alex laughs and I feel like shit but Jeff continues "Curfew is 12:30 am do not be late, dont touch my vodka or my beer. NO DRUGS, Alex here didn't get the concept of that rule and everything was taken from him. No sex when I'm there if you are going to have sex please tell whoever is in the house so they won't be scarred for life, don't get arrested and thats about it. Any questions" he says then lets out a huge sigh he said it so fast. "No it all seems pretty clear thanks for letting me stay here for a while" I say , "No problem Vi you're family" he says and it makes me so happy because maybe I do have a family. The car comes to a stop and Alex bolts out of the car.

When I enter the house the scent of pine hits my nose and I feel like I am safe here. Jeff showed me to the room where I was staying and its his old room that he shared with his wife before she died, all the furniture once covered in dust was now shiny looking new and untouched. It had been 6 years since Aidens mom died of cancer. Jeff recovered and started dating a year ago but no one lived up to his standards.

I lied down in the bed that had not been touched in a very long time, whatever essence was here, never left. there is a faint smell of salty tears. A smell I know all too much about. "Fatass what are you doing in my moms bed, get the fuck out." Alex says angrily he sounds as angry as my father did, which makes me think he will do the same thing my father did. I can't breathe something is pushing on my chest, i can't breathe. I can't die in his house I have to die somewhere else I'll make a mess.

I begin to cry, crying doesn't help. Its worse now. "What the fuck is wrong with you psycho . Stop doing that please come on I'm sorry stop making that noise." He says with a freaked out expression on his face. "DAADD SHES FREAKING DYING OR SOMETHING" he yells and I try to stop this because I'm just causing more problems but I cant I hate this. Jeff is running up the stairs and is yelling at Alex to get a towel or something. Jeff comes up to me and sits on the floor and starts to talk to me. "Violet you have to calm down okay? Everything will be okay you're okay we love having you here okay? We love you. You have to calm down because this what you're doing is only hurting you, no hurting yourself okay calm down." He says in the most soothing voice I've ever heard, I stop crying but I still can't breathe, I close my eyes and feel a warm towel on my forehead calming me down I lay down in the now ruffled bed. Staring feeling sad but not sad, empty. I always feel empty but this is a new kind. "Violet you want to talk about it?" Jeff says I just shake my head no and close my eyes drifting off to sleep forgetting all about Alex and my father and all my problems.

You see this is why I want to sleep forever, that's how I forget.

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