One Maniac at a Time

Trouble in Paradise

Tara's POV 

I bit my lip.

"I've had these for a while." I said calmly.

"did I say you could?" He asked.

"Yeah, you literally gave me permission." I said calmly.  Dad looked a little confused.

"Alright.  So what have you been up to?" He asked.

"Not much can I leave now?" I asked.

"No and you have to be doing something." He said.

"Nope nothing really, now goodbye." I said getting up and slaming my door shut.  I turned on Hybrid Theory, when all else failed, that album was a fucking beacon.  I took out my sketch book and started drawing a gun shooting bullets and a tenage girl who was shooting spray paint back. I ignored my dad.  I was alive.  I texted him that.  I didn't feel like dealing with him.  I continued drawing.  I got bored and got a little drunk somewhere along the way.  I grabbed my blade, because why not and slashed freely.  It felt so nice.

"Darling are you in there?" A new voice asked.  It was Vic.

"Is my Dad there?" I asked.

"no do you want me to-"

"NO!" I cut him off.  I let him in and locked the door, still a bloody and sobbing mess.

"Oh honey..." He sighed as he went to get things to clean off my cuts.  I couldn't care, I was numb and in pain all at once.

"your dad left.  He couldn't watch you destroy yourself." Vic said.

"Pete is a dick." I spat.  I was a little shocked at my words.

"Why don't you try talking to him?" Vic asked.

"Because he is my dad. People don't understand there are tons of girls who would kill to be able to talk to Pete Wentz about their struggles, but when he's my dad I can't.  He didn't even notice I didn't come home last night." I said crying as vic wrapped up my cuts.  He looked up.

'Look I know it's hard right now, but please stop doing this to yourself." He pleaded.

"I am tired of being an inconvinience to people. I just want to be normal, but that was never gonna happen.  You realize I technically killed my mother, she died bringing the mess that is me into the world." I told him.  My phone buzzed.  So did Vic's

'Meagan and I are staying at her's tonight, I am sorry I upset you, but you need to detox from me for a while, I love you and this is to help you.' it was from Pete.  I bit my lip, he wanted me to detox, but I was the poison.  I started to wonder why theband had slipt up, did I cause that?  Patrick had been ignoring dad or Pete or whatever Iam supposed to call him anymore.  I was poison.  I was the problem, never the solution.  Vic had turned his back to text some people.  I lunged for a razor I had hidden and started the slice up my thigh but a firm hand stopped me.  

"No you don't." Mike whispered in my ear.

"when did you get here?" I asked, dazed.

"A few minutes ago, vic is calling Jaime, Tony is coming in." He said as I tried to get the razor into my skin, but Mike was too strong.  I heard someone come in.  Hands pried me from my room, I clawed and cried trying to get my razors.  I felt a warm chest cradling my head.  I couldn't open my eyes, I was too much of a disappointment.  

"Open your eyes Tara Charlotte Wentz." I firm voice commanded.  I did.  I had been moved to the living room.  Tony knelt, Patrick was behind him looking disappointed.  I couldn't speak.  So I vomitted.  there was a trash can beside me for some reason.