Little bird with broken wings.(SWS+ATL+PTV)

Relapse & phone calls

Kellin raised his eyebrows at me then shrugged. "That's good, now let's write." He said and I laughed. We spent hours messing around and joking before we decided to eat and go to bed. I took Vic's bunk and Kellin took mine. We slept in late so when we woke up the bus was moving. I heard my phone ring and groggily said hello. I heard Kellin stir in his bunk and walked into the lounge so I wouldn't wake him. "How dare you!" I heard someone scream. I flinched at the voice. "How did you get this number?" I asked in a small voice. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? You are handing out with rockstar a for heavens sakes!" He roared and I mentally tried to calm myself down. "You better not tell them anything. I will come get you and you will pay for this. You think you can just go off and be famous? That's bull! You are legally my step daughter and I plan to keep it that way!" The blood drained from my face. "You didn't!" I hissed. He laughed. "That's right me and your mother are Mr. And Mrs. Steve Roggers. Legal guardians of Wren Louise Stevens. Now you keep quiet and I'll find you. You are worthless they probably don't care anyway. You are a charity case for them. I've seen you on television you are an ugly fat Mensa and don't you forget it. Maybe I'll tell them your little secret. Maybe then they will realize how pathetic you are!" He screamed and I heard the phone click off. I started hyperventilating and placed my phone in the waist of my sweats. I felt tears stream down my face as I walked past a sleeping Kellin and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. In the past week I've been here I have gained a little weight. Maybe he is right maybe I am fat. I looked at my sweat pants covered thighs. Would he really tell them? What would they think? They can't know. I went back into my bunk and pulled an old box from my ratty bag. I jumped into the box and stared at it with longing. I'm not sure how long I stared at it before instinct took over. I jumped from my bunk and walked back into the bathroom. I looked at my pale unscarred arms and shook my head. Too obvious. I made sure the door was locked and I pulled my pants down and left them around my knees. I opened the old wooden box and stared at the stack of used and unused blades. I took a deep breath and pulled out one the size of my palm. I kissed it and pushed it into the scars covering the front of my thighs. I pushed harder and bit my lip at the sting. It burned but the relief was almost instant. I felt my mind go blank and I sliced open the white scars that lined my thighs. When there were well over thirty bleeding red lines I rinsed the blade and placed it in the box. I made sure I left no evidence and wrapped my cuts in a bandage from a first aid kit from under the sink.

I felt ashamed almost instantly and felt a tear fall as I stepped out of the bathroom. I saw Kellin still sleeping and I slipped the box back in my old bag and then walked into the kitchen. I ignored all the food and simply grabbed a drink from the fridge. I sat on the couch and stared at my phone in my hand. I looked at it like it was going to bite me. "What's wrong bird?" Kellin said making me jump. He looked at my phone then me. "What happened?" I debated on what to tell him. "My step dad called. Steve wants me to go back home. He's not happy with me because he's threatened by the fact I could tell someone about how he is. About how he treated me!" I said and felt tears running down my face. I felt Kellin pull me into a hug and he shushed me. "You'll be fine sweetie. None of us will ever let anything happen to you." He whispered and I wondered if I should tell him about me relapsing. I decided no and let him comfort me. I hope Steve doesn't look for me. I don't want anyone to get hurt.

------1 month later-----------

I felt the sting of my cuts as I slipped on my skinny jeans. It's been a month since I started and even though I know I should quit I can make myself do it. I think the guys are starting to notice I'm in pain. They seem a little worried but not enough to mention it. I haven't heard anything from Steve since he called me a month ago. I've been writing like crazy. My heart goes into each song I wrote and it seems to show as a small fan base began to form for me. I've even signed autographs for people. The tour is ending soon for the holidays and I'll have until next spring when the new tour begins. There was a debate on who I'm going to stay with and it was decided I'll spend each holiday with someone else. I'm gonna make costumes at Kellins and then we are taking little Copeland trick or treating on Halloween. I'm gonna eat thanksgiving with Pierce the veil and Christmas with All time low. Then between holidays and for the minor ones I'll be with either Vic or Kellin. Around Easter we will decide who I'll be with then.

I pulled my oversized ATL hoodie over my head and slipped on my converse before opening the bathroom door. I heard Tony talking and followed the sound. He was on the phone with someone. He hung up when he saw me and stood up. "Ready?" He asked and I nodded. We never did get around to doing something with my hair so it's still a long boring brown. I nodded. "What songs are you doing tonight?" He asked as we walked off the bus and to the venue. I smiled. "Um, Night terrors, Missing hearts, and Trying to remember." I said and he smiled. "Nice." I nodded it's a regular thing now for me to perform between acts. "Yeah even after almost a month I still get excited for every performance." I mused and he laughed. "You never get used to it." He said and I smiled. I think I can handle that.