I walked into the door of the house. It was 2 am. I saw both if the cars were gone. My eyes automatically went to the door to my parents room. I ran across the hard wood floor and I made my way to the bed. I grabbed the box that held my blades. I knew my dad would gotten them. He couldn't stop me that easily. My addiction.. I can't even say. I went up stairs.
Half way up stairs I heard my mom's voice. My whole body froze. I then heard my dads voice.
"Yeah she left." He said. I could tell he was angry and worried. I went to my room and locked the door. I heard the door open. I hid the box and locked myself in the closet.
"Baby?" I heard my mom call. I kept a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't speak. They needed to feel like shit for what he did. I grabbed the pillow and went to the back of the closet. I hid behind everything. I heard footsteps and I held my breath.
"Fuck Andy! Why did you do this to her!?" I heard Juliet scream.
"I was only expressing my feelings!" He shouted back.
"Thanks to you she is gone! You know what Andy. I'm leaving too! I've already lost one daughter I don't need to lose another!" She shouted. I felt tears glide down my face. I heard my closet door open. My dads boots hit the floor of my bathroom. He opened up my closet and looked everywhere. Except where I was.
"I'm so fucking sorry." He whispered and walked out of my room. I heard the door slam down stairs. My mind went back to Abby.
*flashback*
I walked into the room and saw everything still there. The pictures of us together. I shook my head and walked out. I couldn't take it. Cancer took my sister. I ran out of the house, trying to escape my hell. I didn't come home until the next day. Juliet found me.. My dad was drinking.
*end of flashback*
I shook my head and slowly stood up. I heard the door shut down stairs and the other car start. I opened the box and took out the blade. The sharpest one. I sat in my dark hole and shook my head. Everything was my fault.
I'm sorry." I whispered as tears went down my cheeks. I cut down my arm. Deeper than ever before. I looked at the blood flooding from my arm. I leaned against the wall, waiting for darkness to consume me. The last thing I remember was headlights in the driveway.
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My Father, Andy Biersack
Fiksi Penggemar(MAY BE TRIGGERING!) Echo Biersack is not really Andy's birth child. She was adopted when she was three years old, because her mother left her on the side of the road by one of their venues. Well 11 years have passed and Echo is going through Hell...
