Your Safe When I've Got You

Pools of Tears

Trigger Warnings
- Mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, abuse and anxiety

I woke up, my head pounding, all i could think about was pain but when i came to my senses I realised that i was in a bed. I cried, i didn't know what to do and i couldn't control my body. I heard voices that I recognised but i was too hysterical to be able to think properly. I was about to scream for help when i was sat up and pulled into a warm hug. I calmed down to find Brendon Urie and Dallon Weekes standing in front of me which was when i looked down and realised that i wasn't wearing the clothes that i had left the house in.
"We  found you covered in blood and so we dressed you in some of Brendon's old clothes." Dallon explained.The boys helped me out of the bed and onto a couch at the dining table which is when I realised that i was in their tour bus.

Brendon and Dallon had already worked out that i knew who they were by the look on my face and so didn't feel the need to introduce themselves.
"Tell us a bit about yourself," Brendon said.
"My name's Hazel and i'm 13 years old," was all i could think of at that moment.
"What are you doing out here at this time of night?" Dallon asked worriedly.
"It's a long story and so in short my first memory of my father was him threatening to kill me," i said casually.
"What do you mean?!?!" Brendon asked exclaimed.
"I still don't quite understand everything but my father never exactly liked me. I had a pretty good childhood ,i guess, but when i got to the age of about 10 or 11 i really noticed that things weren't right. I only had one friend growing i up and her name was Eve and so when we started talking about our families and she told me that having a father that threatened to kill you wasn't normal it was obvious that something wasn't right. Things got worse as time went on i started to title my father as abusive." I stopped to show and explain a couple of scars on my head for example the one that i got when my father threw me down the stairs or my one from earlier in the night which i had completely forgotten about up until this point. Which was when Dallon went into complete Dadmode. He grabbed a cloth, wet it under the tap and started wiping the blood off of my head.
"Continue," he encouraged.
"I had always been nervous about everything when i was younger and so it made sense when doctors were saying that i had anxiety but over the year the list of mental health issues grew until a couple of months ago when i was diagnosed with depression. I know have anxiety, ADHD, OCD, and depression but recently things started getting really bad. I realised that i had forgotten what happiness was and i hadn't had friends in over 9 years ,which is a long time when you're only 13. I started self harming which made me realise that i had actually been self harming for about a year but now it was worse, i was cutting and over the last couple of months i have become suicidal." It was at this point when i stopped. Dallon stopped wiping blood off my head and hugged and i just cried. When I stopped crying and wiped tears from my eyes I apologised fore crying to which Brendon replied.
"No,no,no you don't have to apologise you've been through a lot and not only tonight."
"Don't worry B cries all the time!" Dallon added with a smile which earnt him a slap on the arm from Brendon.
'That reminds me what happened?" I asked not sure if i wanted to know the answer.

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