Saving Sanity: My Chemical Romance Fanfic

Chapter 1 The Beginning

 ~A/N i'm editing all my chapters, just to let everyone know~

My heart started beating really fast as the final bell rang announcing the last day of school was over. Summer. I gulped and tried to calm down my pulse. I hated when summer came…..you may think im weird but I have my reasons. School was the only place I could escape my step father, Ryan. School was my sanctum where Ryan could never hurt me. I use to live with my dad until the accident, which was three years ago. 

My mother never liked me so I lived with my dad my whole life. After the accident I had to move in with my mother and her husband, Ryan. I'm pretty sure the only reason she married him was for his money, my mom was a heartless bitch. I moved in with them during the summer, a couple days after the accident.

Since my room had a bathroom, they would lock me in my room for the whole day. I remember them letting me out of my room so I could explore the city one day. I thought that maybe them locking me in my room was because of my attitude I had towards them on the first day. I was wrong. When I got back I saw that Ryan added a slot on my door so that he could slide my “food” in without chancing my “escaping”.The food normally consisted of  oatmeal, a slice of bread and a glass of water. I was a prisoner in my own home.

I remember my first night there like it was yesterday. I remember walking up the driveway from the limo and staring up at the amazing house in awe. The house was huge, I got a little excited considering I would be living in a mansion. Remember how I said Ryan had money, not only did he have money, but he was rich, like rich rich. I knocked on the door and a maid opened it. I walked through the door and called for my mother, no one answered so I explored the gigantic mansion.

I found a music room, it had a grand piano, an electric keyboard, a harp, over 20 different types of guitars and basses, a drum set, and many others. Ive been playing the guitar, piano, and violin since I was 4. My dad paid for lessons and after I knew what I was doing, I began practicing and I got better and better. I also got singing lessons, I was had one of those naturally good voices but the singing lessons helped me improve. So anyways, I walked over to the guitars and picked one up. I plugged it into the amp and began to play.

I was playing for about 20 minutes when the door slammed open. Ryan was standing there glaring at me, his face was a nasty shade of red.

“Where the hell have you been, we’ve been looking all over for you and I find you in here playing on the guitar! Who do you think you are, You havnt been here for even an hour and your already acting like you own the place! This room is off limits. GET OUT!! He yelled at me.

I looked at him in shock and slowly put the guitar away. I overcame my shock and found my voice.

“Geeze, calm down Ryan, we wouldn’t want you to have a stroke, now would we.” I said with a smirk.

He didn’t find it humorous. He glared at me and ran over to me and grabbed my wrist. I yelped in pain as he dragged me down the hallway.

“Ryan, stop, your hurting me” He just continued to drag me down the hallway and acted as if he didn’t hear me or that he was close to breaking my wrist. 

He finally stopped in front of a door and opened it. To my relief he let go of my wrist. He walked around me and calmly pushed me into the room…….hard. He slammed the door shut and I heard a click, I assumed he locked it. I picked my self off the floor and ran to the door, I was right, it wouldn’t budge. I tried to open it a few more times but gave up. I turned around and looked at my room.