My Famous Dad. (Pierce The Veil fan fiction)

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: My Songs:

Bullying and Suicide Song-(Don't Know The Author..)

Third person

Vic woke up the next day, oblivious to the fact that his daughter was just upstairs, not breathing. He stood up from his spot on the couch, trudging upstairs and to his room. He saw her clothes laying on the floor, his clothes strewn about also.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, millions of thoughts running through his mind as he ran to her room. As he slammed her door open, his whole world crashed around him as he saw her dangling there, lifeless.

He ran forward, repeating over and over, "No no no." as he untied her. He held her like a baby, staring at her blue and purple face, tears rushing down his cheeks. He felt for a pulse, not finding one. He screamed out, grabbing her phone and dialling 911.

When they got there, they took her away, immediately rushing her to the hospital. Vic called Jaime, Tony, Mike, and Luke, telling them all to meet him at the hospital.

Vic sat in the waiting room as his friends ran in, throwing questions left and right. He looked up at them, the look on his face enough for Luke.

"Oh God no.." Luke says, shaking his head as he looked at Vic for confirmation. Vic sadly shook his head, cringing at the harsh sobs leaving Luke's lips. 

"I-Is she dead..?" Jaime asks, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"She was when I found her.. They're working on getting her back." Vic answers and the tears spill from Jaime's eyes.

How could Vic have not noticed this? Pay good attention to those around you. Don't let them go through this, ever. If you see any signs of depression or self harm going on, immediately get help. Don't wait around until they're gone.

It's to late when they're dead and gone. Help them BEFORE they take their life. It's selfish to wait and just let them die inside. Help somebody.

Twenty minutes later, Vic's chest tightened as the doctor walked over. He immediately started throwing questions at him.

"Is she okay? Is she alive? Will she live? Did you resuscitate her?" he asks, looking at the doctor with hope.

"Mr. Fuentes, I'm sorry to say this, but, I'm sorry for your loss. She kept crashing every time we got her back. We couldn't keep shocking her. It'd do to much damage and sooner or later she'd die from that." the doctor explains. Vic's whole world  just crashed completely.

"C-Can I see her..?" Vic asks and the doctor nods. Dr. Williams shows him back to where Lacy is.

Vic walks over to her, taking hold of her cold, pale hand. "I'm so sorry baby.." he whispers, letting his tears fall freely. He didn't care to wipe them away.

"I wish you were here. I'm so sorry I pushed you back away. I'm so so fucking sorry.. Goddammit why'd you have to leave me?! I fucking need you here! Baby girl, please wake up!" Vic sobs, staring down at his deceased daughter.

Lacy watches her father from the corner of the room, sobbing herself. She couldn't believe she had finally done it. She couldn't believe she wasn't in pain anymore.

She wanted to have a life and everything but it became to much. She couldn't do it anymore. She left for good and she wasn't coming back. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't.

Vic leaned, down kissing her cheek, and stroking her hair. "I'll see you stop baby girl.. I promise.. I'll hold you again.." he whispers, before giving her forehead a kiss and leaving. He barely made it back to the waiting room where his friends were waiting to go home and grieve.

When Vic did get home, he wasn't left alone. They knew him all too well. Vic walked up to her room, laying on her bed, and drinking in her scent. Strawberries and coconut was what she smelled like. It was an odd mixture but Vic felt safe being surrounded by it.

He noticed the piece of paper on her bedside table, making him reach over and grab it. He read the name of it, nearly losing it right then and there.

"My Goodbye Letter.

Dear Dad,

Oh dad. I love you. So much. I can't believe I'm actually about to do this but I have to. When I go, I'll be wearing your favourite shirt so I can at least have a piece of you with me. I'll never forget you and you better not forget me.

Don't think of me when you find me dead. Think of me when I was happy, smiling, perfect. Think of my smile, my laugh, my voice, me. I know you're going to soon forget the sound of my voice, so I made you a tape.

If you'd like to find it, it's in my closet, top right corner, along with my razors taped to the CD.

Don't you DARE use those razors. You take them and you flush them. I

want you to get rid of them because I don't want you scarring your body anymore. You don't deserve it.

I will ALWAYS be your baby girl, your darling, your princess, your sweetheart. Don't have a baby girl and replace me with her. Of course, have more kids, just don't replace my place in your heart. I want to be apart of your heart.

Tell Jaime to take care of his girlfriend good. Treat her like a princess and never let her go. Tell him I said to love her.

Tell Tony to stay Turtle and to never stop. Tell him I said he shouldn't stop his Turtle ways because they're adorable.

Tell Mike I said to stop smoking, and live a longer life. Him smoking is wasting his life away.

Tell Luke I love him. I love him so very much. I want him to live his life to the fullest and never let go.

I want each and every single one of you to keep living, don't let go for me.

Keep living, live life for me.

Go get drunk, party, have sex, have kids, get married, go crazy for me.

Don't get held back because of me.

I love each and every single one of you the same.

"Darling, you'll be okay..."

Love you,

Lacy Eve Fuentes."

Vic was in tears when he finished reading, dropping the letter and curling into a ball. He sobbed into her covers, imagining her laying beside him and rubbing his back.

He missed her so much already and it had only been a day. He didn't know how it was going to be for the rest of his life until he died.

A/N: ITS. NOT. OVER. YET. I PROMISE. JUST WAIT. OKAY? LOVE YOU GUYS.

~Caitlin:)