Broken Home ~ (5sos)

20.) Secrets Revealed

Pandora's P.O.V

It's been two weeks since I saw my brother and sister last, and it is slowly killing me I swear.

Murphey said he would look into the situation and tell me if there was anything he could do about it because he knows what I have done for those kids in the past few years, however he told me I need to stay away from them until he clears the situation. If I don't, he can't clear it and I won't see them for years.

I'm just so worried about them. They need me. I'm all they actually have left.

Mum's gone, and they never had a dad. I mean he exists, but he isn't much of a dad. I am literally the only person in the family that they can talk about all of this to because we know what actually happened.

"Pandora, what are you gonna sing in music class?" Mikey asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We had that assignment to write a song and preform for extra credit, or just one or the other for a test grade." Mikey said and I mentally slapped myself in the face.

"Fuck, I forgot about that." I said and Mikey frowned.

"Well you're really gonna like what the boys and I do for you. At least I hope you do." Mikey said before walking away and into the music hall.

What does he mean?

Him and the boys have been super secretive with me lately, and I have been trying to listen in on what they were talking about but I could never hear them.

Or they would meet up on the weekends and tell me I couldn't go with because they needed bro time. And I should have known that was bullshit because they never need bro time, I am with them like all the time and they never complain.

I walked into the music hall and went straight to tell Mrs. Larsson that I didn't do the assignment because of what had happened with my family and she completely understood and told me I was excused this once.

Thankfully I am her teachers pet.

"Okay class, what group want's to go first?" She asked.

There isn't many people in this period, so I hoped this would go quick so I could hear what my boys worked on.

After the one group went, I realized that it was a group of four, leaving the boys as the only ones left, and I am actually really nervous to hear what they wrote.

"This song goes out to Pandora. Stay strong beautiful, you're gonna be okay." Calum said and they started to play their instruments.

They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out

She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out

Holding onto a dream while she watches these walls fall down

Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down

Shattered glass like the past, it's a memory now

Holding onto a dream while she watches these walls fall down

Hey mom, hey dad, when did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

Who's right, who's wrong, who really cares?

The fault, the blame, the pain's still there

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

This broken home

Wrote it down on the walls, she was screaming it out

Made it clear, she's still here, are you listening now?

Just a ghost in the halls

Feeling empty, they're vacant now

All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you've fought

She's a scar, she's the bruising, she's the pain that you brought

There was life, there was love like a light and it's fading out

Hey mom, hey dad, when did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

Who's right, who's wrong, who really cares?

The fault, the blame, the pain's still there

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

This broken home

You've gotta let it go, you're losing all your hope

Nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold

Your pain and memories that washed out all the seas

I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

Hey mom, hey dad, when did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

Hey mom, hey dad, when did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I'm here alone inside of this broken home (broken home)

Who's right, who's wrong, who really cares?

The fault, the blame, the pain's still there

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

This broken home

I can't help but tear up.

"That was beautiful boys. Any thoughts Pandora?" Mrs. Larsson asked me.

"You better record that on a cd and give it to me so can listen to it all day."