So...My 'mother' has been showing up lately. Thank god I'm never really left alone with her and the other staff understand my situation and have switched her hours so she can't as often see me. While visiting hours there are on a bunch of the other bands come and visit me, when there is no more visiting hours 1 of the guys stay with me; mostly Chris, Ghost, and Angelo, or sometimes uncle Rick or Josh. Uncle Ryan doesn't really come that oftain, but that's ok. I don't mind.
Today is the day I get out of the hospital. Finally!!
"This is your last chance Sydney!" My 'mother' yells.
"It's Abigail. And why the fuck would I want you as my mother? Like, we are never ever ever, getting back together. You've done nothing but yell and freak me out by being obsessed with me since you found out I was here. It's a dam good thing that Keith became a police officer and came to check up on me and I got those restraining orders that start today. You need help you crazy biatch!" I called over my shoulder as I walked out of the floor. The guys were walking at my sides, smiling away, well, more like grinning idiots. "You guys ok?" I ask concerned their faces were going too break.
"Yup, better than ok my dear. I guess it's just that now we know you won't leave us or would want to. I think that was 1 of our concerns, that you would want to leave us." Chris said. I froze and gasped.
"My heart. Why would you ever think that? I never want to leave. Like, if I could live with you guys till I'm 50 than I would. But then again, that's not very good to put for a job, living with parents and family still at the age of 50!" Everyone laughed.
"Well, we just thought that since you found your mom you might end up wanting to go with her."
"You mean with the freaky biatch who creeped me out and should be put in the mental institution for being crazy?"
"Hahaha yah alright, point taken, I take it back!"
"Good, cause I couldn't ask for a better family. And I'm so glad to get out of here, with real food, and real chairs and beds, and nobody checking on me every hour, and getting to actually move for once, and I think I've made most of my point!" I say with my arms around them as we walk together. We all laugh happily as we walk out, "ahhhhhhhh actual sun! I never thought I would be happy to see you!" I cheer as I run into the sun light. I spin in the light before running back to the shade. The guys walking behind me laughing.
"Come on little princess. You have a make up birthday party to get to, and I've already picked out your outfit!" Uh, should I be worried about Angelo picking out my outfit? Maybe.
Turns out he did a pretty good job. I had my batman bikini, areal top, pastel blue high waist shorts, mermaid alert bracelets, and my bitch pls hat, along with a necklace that says, I'm a mermaid. What? I can't always wear black. Also it's at the beach.
When we got there the weather was perfect. 1 of the upsides of living here is the perfect weather that's only a few hours 1 away, and the ice weather the other way, it's so freaky.
"Abby! Happy second birthday! Hope your feeling better!" Sammi says.
"Thanks everyone. So much! Yah, I had a little trauma, and drama! But, yah, I'm better."
"Hold on girly, drama? pray tell, the 3 of us can go chat while these guys can get some sun." Ella says grabbing my arm and the 3 of us ran over to the dock. "So tell chicka." I tell them all about what happened with my 'mom', and everything. They asked if they could tell the other band guys about how my bio parents might be out to get me and yata yata, but why not? We then went back to the party and, well, partied for the rest of the day. A few band guys had decided to stay the night also.
That night, half way through the night I new something was going to go wrong, but I didn't expect a nightmare to go so bad.
Running, its all I could remember wanting to do. But I couldn't move, I was tied up.
"Now, let's see, you could have had the easy way out Sydney."
"But you choose the hard way. We could have been such a lovely family."
"Well, no you just have to disappear. If we can't have you, NO 1 CAN! Its a good thing we won back rights against them though. Your ours now!"
Was that Crystal and Evan? Oh no, no, no, no, I can't be here. I have to get out of here.
Someone grabs me. I have to get out of here. They pull me into the darkness. All I remember is pain. Terrible pain. I scream over and over again. Hoping, needing someone to hear me. I don't even know how long I've been here, feeling this.
Evens face flashes right in front of mine growling over and over again the same fraze, "wake up, wake up, wake up..." It all went black after that.
The next thing I know I'm back in my room. Sitting straight up. Panting for air. A cold sweat covers me. My throat sore and my eyes filled with tears, and my vision blurry.
It was a dream, all just a terrible, terrible, dream.
A hand slowly places itself on my back trying not to scare or hurt me. I end up jumping out of habit. It places itself more firmly on my back, stabilizing me. I don't see anyone with me, or hear anything. My tears cover my eyes. My world seems oblivious from everything else. The hand stats rubbing slow circle on my back, comforting me. I hear many sets of feet start to leave. I don't say anything to stop them.
Finally I turn to see who is there when I see Chris next to me. He places his over hand on my forearm and lightly pulls me towards him.
"Its ok Abby. It's ok." Before I know whats what. Im placed on his lap. My head against his chest. He holds me securely against him, surprisingly, it was calming me more and more.
A third hand is placed on my shoulder. It grasps my shoulder as if a father would to reassure his daughter when she would be nervous. I look to find Ghost behind me.
"Want to talk about it?" I look down,
"It was about my bio parents taking me back. And they-they-th." I stutter. They didnt ask anymore questions.
"Want us to stay with you?" I nod. They soon lay down on either side of me under the covers. They hug me. I listen to their steady, calm, heart beats and slowly calm down. Soon I let a dreamless sleep over take me. once more.
