Adopted By Hollywood Undead

They're my life

I stopped and stared at the body on the floor. It was covered in blood, pill bottles and alcohol bottles surrounded it. My best friend was gone and I wasn't there to stop him. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and started to slowly pull me into there chest. I turned away and started to cry. The person rubbed circles into my back.

"Shhhh, you're going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok." He said, it was Danny who was hugging me. I didn't mind because I didn't know what to do or how to think in this moment.

"He can't be gone." I mumbled over and over again. Daniel walked in behind me and gasped at the sight of me. He took me out of Danny's arms and brought me to his chest.

"I'm so sorry." Daniel whispered to me. I clung to his shirt as the tears poured down my face.

"He was all I had left." I said to him. He slowly nodded and hugged me tighter to his body as he slowly pulled me out of the room. Tears streamed down my face even more as Daniel picked me up and carried me to the front door. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I balled in his arms. Everyone followed us outside as I cried my heart out. The emotional shock wore off. I hated my life and I hated everyone too.

"You'll be ok. Everything will be alright." Daniel said as he gently set me down on the ground. I stood up on my feet and glared at Daniel.

"You don't fucking know that! You don't know what he means to me!" I yelled at him. He backed up slightly and stared at me. I stared back as the tears freely poured down my face.

"I know that you never needed him! I know that he dragged you down! I know that you will get over him!" He yelled at me. "He was never your real family!" He screamed at me.

"And neither are you." I said in a quieter voice. I looked down as my tears came faster and harder from my eyes. I put my head down as silent sobs racked my shoulders. I walked back a few steps until I ran into a body. I closed my eyes tighter and turned around to face the person. They wrapped there arms around me protectively. I rested my head on there chest and started to calm my crying. Taking long and deep breaths, I managed to stop the shaking sobs from my body. I looked up to see Johnny standing there with his arms around my body protectively.

"You know that's not what I met." Daniel said with a sigh. I looked back at him and wiped my eyes.

"I hate you. He was the one who found me, he took care of me, he didn't give up on me. And you, you are the one who told you guys would always be there for me and never leave, we could be a family that I never had. But all you do is leave, when the world is to tough you run like the coward you are. Kyle never ran, he stood his ground and you want to say I'll get over him and that he wasn't real family. I don't have any real family Daniel. Everyone is dead or in jail, just like I should be. Don't be so fucking stupid you inconsiderate peice of shit." I said as the tears stopped and my anger was at boiling point already.

"I'm the peice of shit? You lived in an orphanage because you couldn't take a little pain. You run and never look back, you leave your friends and you complain when you don't have anybody left." Daniel said as he took a few steps closer to me.

"My family tried to kill me. A little bit of pain?  It wasn't like a fucking paper cut, I was tortured at 7 years old. It started when I was 3! You had the perfect life so you just shut the fuck up!" I said to him. "I have been in 12 different foster homes and they were all abusive! You don't even know what real pain is!" I said to him.

"What ever Rebel. You are just an attention seeking whore. I'm sick of your shit." Daniel said as he slowly turned around. He pulled out his phone and called the cops.

"I hate you." I said to him.

"Tell to somebody who cares. Go back to the damned orphanage, or better yet, go to graveyard with your baby brother." He said with a smirk on his face. Red was all I could see now, I didn't care who saw and I really didn't care about Daniel right now. I walked up to him and punched him in the face. A crush was heard from underneath my hand, I broke his nose.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?! My brother is fucking dead and you bring him up! I hope you rot in hell with you father!" I yelled at him. He stiffened for a minute before smirking again.

"My dad might be dead, but at least he never beat me to near death. My mother loves me, yours watched it happen. She let him smack you around, she let him treat you like shit." He said, I took a step forwards and kicked him in the crotch. He crumpled to the floor as soon as the cops started to pull up in front of the house.

"Listen here you dead beat peice of shit. My mother loved me to pieces and when my father killed my brother and beat me, my mother didn't do anything because she was bleeding on the side of the damn room with a knife in her fucking side. My father was a fucking crazy asshole but at least he was a fucking drug dealer that tested them on me like your father was to you. I got out of my horrible life but you still steal, and sell meth and all other types of drugs to people." I said as the cops walked over and listened to our conversation. Charlie gently grabbed my hand and pulled me to his chest. He rubbed my hair softly as I calmed down.

"He deserved it." Charlie said as he calmed me down slightly. I only nodded my head slowly.

"I want to go back to the bus." I mumbled to him. He nodded and gently picked me up and we started to walk back to the bus. Thank goodness I was tiny for my age.

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