We Can Run ~Pierce The Veil Love Story~

Life... It fucking sucks.

It was twelve in the morning, and I was sitting on my bed in the complete darkness, only with headphones in and "Hold On Till May" on repeat by Pierce The Veil.

My older sister, who now looked after me because our parents died in a car crash four months ago, was out partying like always. She stayed out late, and came home the next morning beating me to do stuff. She was an alcoholic, beat me, and threatened me left and right. Her name was Katie. Katie was nice at one point, but her life turned all down hill when mom and dad passed away. So for the past four months, I have been beaten and bossed around in a harsh way.

My mother and I were always so close. My father and I were practically best friends. Katie was nice to me, but rotten to mom and dad. She usually got high every night, but now she has no money to pay for the drugs. She would yell and scream and mom, and sometimes slap her now and then. Dad tried to send her to rehab but she didn't take that news to nicely. Mom and dad were terrified of her, and so was I. She basically took her anger that she took out on mom, on me now.

Our grandmother pays the bills but is too old to look after me. I would do anything to go move in with her but she lives with a roommate and their house is really small.

The worst part of this whole thing is that I saw mom and dad die, but I was basically unconscious to speak and comprehend anything. I don't remember much, but what I do remember is mom and dad telling me that they love me, then I remember seeing them take their last breath.

Tears filled my eyes. I actually saw my parents take their last breath. I sighed and got out of bed and walked over to my desk drawer. I turned on my lamp and opened the desk drawer and pulled out a razor.

I brought the razor to my wrist, and made a cut across. My heart jumped because I may have cut it to deep because blood rushed out. "Fuck!" I muttered.

I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and put pressure on my wrist. Tears poured down my face, it burned.

I grabbed some gauze from the medicine cabinet and wrapped my wrist. Blood wasn't leaking through, so that must have been a good sign.

Who knows, maybe I was delusional because it is almost twelve thirty.

I wiped up the blood on the sink and grabbed the towel and threw it in the dirty laundry bin then walked back into my room.

Two hours later I woke to the sound of stomping and doors slamming downstairs... Katie. I heard her stomp the stairs and heard the heels of her shoes clank against the floor as she walked over to my room.

Light rushed in from the hallways when she opened the door.

"You're up?" She sneered. "Y-yeah, I was just going to bed though." I stuttered.

"Good, you have chores in the morning." She said. I nodded my head then she slammed the door.

I have figured out the 'Katie language' by now. I knew tomorrow was going to fucking suck, because when she says 'chores', that usually comes along with some beating because either I'm not doing something right or she is just so hungover that she needs to take her anger out.

I sighed and went to bed, dreading for morning to come. I silently cried myself to sleep, so I can dream of a happier place, and happier times.