Daddy - Billie Joe Armstrong Fanfiction

"Tan, toast is on the table" Mum called up, sounding as though she didn't give a shit about me.

I didn't eat anymore, I was fat, I still am. I get told at school I'm dangerously skinny but I look at myself to see rolls of fat on my belly.

Mum didn't annoy me after that. She knew I hated her and she hated me all the same. She says I will be out the house the second I leave school.

Who knows where?

I nestled under my covers. Today was Monday. Shitday, more like. Mum didn't force me to go in. I rarely do. I pulled my shattered little iPod Nano out from my drawer and pressed Shuffle.

'Now Playing - Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides'

Music was the home for my pain. Asking Alexandria, BVB, Green Day, MCR, YMAS, All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Blink 182. That kinda shit.

Mum made me take all my posters down the other day. Fucking bitch. She told me to put them in my drawer but specifically took the Green Day ones and binned them. What the fuck?

I live in East London, in a dingy little council home. I have no father. Mum has nothing to say when I ask her who he is. At school, I have 1 friend, Mira, but even she hates my guts now.

I have never gone to a concert because of money issues, sucks balls to be honest! We never celebrate birthday's in this house. Or Christmas. Mum is too stingy to buy presents, even if I'm the only one she would be buying for.

I got out of bed and tugged my blue fleece from the charity shop on. It was too small and stunk like hell! But it was cold and that was the warmest thing I had.

Apparently, Dad is American but I was born over here and Mum is English so obviously, my accent will be British.

I haven't even fucking introduced myself.

I am Tanna Scott. Girl of 15 years. I'm a hardcore rocker and tend to be labelled 'emo slag' or 'poor kid'

That's the way it will always be so I'm just working my way out of this life bit by bit.

I have depression, an eating disorder, self harm issues etc. I cope somehow though. Mum has depression too but it's more serious.

I suppose I have very dark brown hair, it looks black but in the light it is brown, and seeing as we are so poor and cannot afford hair dye, I used toilet bleach to give myself highlights and the bits of hair are basically an odd colour and shrivelled up. I have a strange eye colour I guess. A dark green. Mum's are nearly black so I must inherit it from my Dad and shit. My skin is a sickly white colour and I am very fat. Do not tell me otherwise!

I overall hate life. What is worth living for? To be tormented, unloved, depressed and overall unhappy? So I tried to go to a, let's say, 'better place' numerous times. Something always went wrong. I was thinking about trying now but I'm too comfortable and I'm too tired.

I never have experienced love. I cannot relate to those love posts online or soppy movies. I fit in on Tumblr because people know exactly how I feel, which is very nice to know! Tumblr is life!

I'm deciding to actually sleep now so, uh, goodbye.

(A/N - Hello guys! Gonna see how this goes, I'm improvising and I know these stories have been said and done but I wanna do a bit of a twist so keep turning the pages!)