My Famous Dad. (Pierce The Veil fan fiction)

Chapter Six

Vic

A week later

I sit beside her bed, my eyes drooping closed but I quickly open them. I sigh, looking around at the guys as they all sleep. I've decided I wouldn't sleep until she woke up. Something could happen and I wouldn't know right away. I refuse to leave her side, and we've been removed from the tour until she wakes up.

I've been told that there is a possibility she won't make it but I refuse to believe them. She will wake up and I'll fix everything with her. How I couldn't have seen this, I have no goddamn clue but I know now and that's all that matters.

"Vic? Why are you awake?" Jaime asks. I look up at him to see him rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"I've told you guys, I'm not sleeping until she wakes up." I say, propping my arm up on the arm of this uncomfortable chair, and resting my chin on my hand.

"You need to sleep. You know she'd want you to sleep." He sighs, shaking his head at me.

"No. I refuse to sleep until she wakes up." I say.

"Suit yourself. You hungry?" he asks, standing up and stretching.

"Where you gonna go?" I ask.

"McDonald's." He says.

"Just a burger, some fries, and a large Dr. Pepper." I say and he nods, leaving me alone once again. I stare down at my daughter's lifeless body as I stroke the back of her hand.

"I miss you.." I whisper. Her fingers move in a gripping motion, pulling the cover into a ball in her fist.

"Lacy?" I ask, sitting up on the edge of my chair. I unlatch her grip from the covers and hold her hand, letting her grip my fingers.

Lacy

You never really sit and wonder how the people around you would react when you're gone. Especially leaving from a suicide attempt. I may not be gone, but you also never think how the people around you would react if you got hospitalized because of a suicide attempt.

They may take it harshly, sadly, or take it okay. The people who take it harshly and sadly are the people who care. The people who take it okay, are people who don't give a damn about you.

In my case, I guess people care. I may be in a deep sleep, but I can hear. Dad finally knows and I can't bear it. He sounds so broken and its because of me. I'm going to wake up and its all going to go back to normal. He'll go back to ignoring me. I'll go back to never eating because I'm fat, and cutting myself. I'll go back to school at the end of this tour and be made fun of again. And, I'll just take it all because I'm to big of a pussy to stand up for myself.

I'm a fucking coward. I'm stupid. Worthless. Waste of space. Waste of air. Fat. Ugly. Stupid. A whore. Emo. Attention seeker. Anorexic. A whale. Dumbass. Bitch. Slut. Cunt. Asshole. You name it, that's me. I'm obviously just a big ball of "Fuck up."

When I do wake up, nothing will change. He'll think I'm fine and just faking it for attention, then go back to touring and leave me alone to drown deeper in my own thoughts. Jaime won't ever talk to me again because I disappointed him and he'll see me as weak.

Everything will go back to what it was before. I don't care if he says he misses me or loves me. He doesn't. He never will. Nobody will. I'm just a weak fuck up. Let me die. Please..

My eyes start to flutter open and I mentally scream at myself wishing I was dead. My vision is blurry as I rapidly blink, my father coming into view as the bluriness goes away.

"Thank God you're alive..." he croaks, brushing hair out of my face. I feel uncomfortable as there is a tube shoved down my throat.

"I'll go get the doctor.." he mumbles, standing and walking away. I lay my head back, looking around the room when the door opens and Jaime walks in. He looks directly at me and almost drops everything in his hands.

"Y-You're awake!" he says and Tony and Mike stir. Mike sits up, rubbing his eyes as Tony just groans, looking around.

"Hey Lacy." he says, waving groggily and laying his head back down. His head snaps back up to me and his eyes are wide.

"She's awake!" he says, and Mike nods.

"Its good having you back kid." Mike says, sitting on the edge of my bed. The door opens and dad and a doctor walk in.

"How are you feeling?" the doctor asks and I look at him. He just nods, smiling lightly.

"We can't take that out just yet. We need to make sure your breathing is stable." he says and I slightly nod, making sure not to move the tube.

"I'm going to go get a marker board and some markers for you so you have some way of communicating." he says before walking away.

"I'm so sorry baby girl." Dad says, taking hold of my hand. I look down to see the cuts on my wrists healing slowly. They're scabbed over and I just want to pick at them.

Maybe I'll pick at them so much that I'll start bleeding and it won't stop. Maybe, just maybe I can leave and not come back.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as the door opens and the doctor walks in. He hands me the markers and board, flipping through the pages on the clipboard.

"I'm just going to ask a few questions. Okay?" he says and I nod.

"How long have you been suicidal?" he starts off. I grab the marker and write down quick response.

"About 2 years." is what it says.

"Have you ever tried getting help?" he asks.

"No."

"When did you start self harming?"

"4 years ago.."

"Did your father ever know before this. Or did anybody at all know?"

"No."

"Alright. If we have anymore, I'll come back and ask. A nurse will stop by in about an hour or two to check on everything." he says, looking around at us all and leaving. Dad looks to me as I scribble down something for him.

"Why?" is what I write down and show it to him. His face scrunches up in confusion and he looks back up to me.

"Why what?" he asks.

"Why are you here?" I show it to him and he looks down.

"I know I've been an asshole lately, but I'm going to be the best dad ever. I promise you that. I will be here for you and nothing will go back to how it was." he says and I shake my head, putting the board down and laying back again.

I close my eyes, blocking out the sounds of dad trying to talk to me and the other guys talking.

He's lying to you. He'll never love you. Never. Face it. He hates you.

A/N: This chapter is long over due. I've just had school and such going on haven't been in the mood to write. But, hope you like it! Also, where are you guys from? I'd like to know! Like, what country? And, I'm going to start doing dedications! So comment!

~Caitlin:)