Complications(Adopted by Brendon Urie)

1. Prologue

My life was incredible, put a huge emphasis on 'was'. Just about every day I wish that it was as great as it was, sometimes it is, a lot of times it isn't. So when did this incredible(y horrible) story start?

Well...

It was the summer of 2001; Joe meets Patrick and he's like: Yo I kno- yeah that's not what happened at all.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was 13, I lived in Australia and had just started high school that year. People already thought I was weird for being friends and hanging out with more guys than I did girls so the diagnosis didn't really help my case. I thought that I was going to be outcasted because of something out of my control, but obviously, just about everyone was extremely nice and supportive, there were some people who took it as a way to bully me but I tried to hide what I felt, with some success. When I was originally diagnosed all I needed was chemotherapy, and that kept the tumour at a manageable size.

I'm not sure how it happened but after a few months my tumour suddenly started growing and everything becoming tiring, even doing the basic things to survive became huge mountains I had to climb daily. No amount of chemo helped, and after a month or so of my condition quickly deteriorating I had no choice but to get surgery if I wanted to live.

As I slowly started to pass out before the surgery, the nurses helping me count down from 30, surrounded by my family, except my father who was on a 'business trip' that was extremely important and he couldn't miss. While the anaesthetic was taking effect on me I remember thinking that once I woke up from the surgery that my life was going to go back to normal, I was so excited to be cancer free that I started crying like a drunk girl until the anasthesia finally did it's job.

When I woke up I was really confused, no one was in the room except someone sitting on the opposite side of the room as me. Because I'm practically blind I couldn't see who they were, so in pain I reached over to the bedside table and put in my glasses. When my vision adjusted I realised that Brendon Urie was there, visiting me in hospital. Needless to say I was really groggy from a combination of the surgery and the morphine they gave me and started to cry like the piece of trash that I am and always have been. I even apologised for being such a trash bag and he got really upset like he always does. Eventually I came to my senses and was normal*.

*as normal as you can be around your idol

We spoke for several hours after that, getting to know a random child and for some reason he followed me on twitter and Instagram, and also added me on Skype, Facebook, and Snapchat. We stayed in contact and my life went on as it did, but at some point it became obvious to only me that my father was cheating on my mother.

He was a lawyer and was very 'committed' to his job. Going away from home for weeks at a time to work on cases that were 'strictly business', but I could tell something was up. Whenever he came home from a trial he was always happy, wether he won or lost it get always came home grinning. At that point it was clear as day that he was cheating, but I guess my mum was too blinded by the alcohol that was constantly in her system to realise what was going on.

Somehow, she got my father into drinking with her so they were both drunk, hungover or working, leaving me, a 14 year old girl, to look after my little brother, Michael. One night they took their drinking over the line, with my grandparents witnessing it and doing nothing to stop them.

We went to a family friends 50th birthday party, which had an open bar, and unsurprisingly my parents took advantage of it, getting drinks every 5 minutes, they even got my grandparents in on it and they also became pissed very quickly. I tried to convince them to stay at the venue overnight as there was accommodation there, but they insisted that we could drive home. When I took Michael by the hand and started walking back towards the building they stopped me and trapped me in the back of our car, shoving me in the tight boot, where I could barely lift my head out to see the rest of the car.

The entire time this was happening I could hear Michael's confused and tired yells try to get them to stop but I told him to shut up. Those yells were some of the last things he said for the rest of his short life, unless if his screams as a truck slammed into us counts...

Yeah I didn't think so...

I was knocked unconscious for what I think was a minutes and then woke up in a daze, with an extreme pain in my left leg. When I looked down and saw what happened I almost threw up. I was impaled by a pice of metal that went straight through my thigh and that same leg looked very broken. Along with that there was an intense pain in my head, which was like a migraine but ten times worse. I wasted a lot of energy thrashing about in the back of the car, causing a lot of pain in my impaired limb

After praying to just about every God I could think of after realising my phones' SIM card was damaged and I couldn't call anyone(even emergency services) I decided to record a video of what I thought would be my last words to a cruel world.

I apologised to Ash, my boyfriend, for never telling him that I had kissed my best friend, Rey while we were drunk. When I told Rey about Ash he was devastated and didn't forgive me, no matter how many times I told him how sorry I was he refused to forgive me. In that video I said my final goodbyes to my other friends, apologising for the drama that had sparked from our drunken kiss, our friendship groups split apart and I only had a few friends left. Luckily, they both forgave me after the video was found and posted publicly on my Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, as I'd instructed in the video, to make sure all of my friends saw it.

I woke up in hospital with him by my side, basically crying. He was so relived when I woke up that he hugged, and almost kissed me, but decided not to from how that ended up the last time we did that.

That day went so slowly, I was hurting all over and wasn't allowed to get up from the bed and see my family. I tried to get up when Rey wasn't in the room but I took so long that he was able to come back in and stop me, forcing me to rethink what getting up would do to me.

I was hooked up to many machines and bags of liquids that were keeping me alive and I wondered if life was worth living while being confined to a slightly uncomfortable bed in a cold, lifeless hospital room. Many of my friends came and reassured me that my family was alright, some even showed me photos of my family, who were all in comas, but I wasn't told if they were stable or not. I was so lucky compared to them, there I was with just a small concussion, and an impaled and broken leg, while everyone else were fighting for their lives. I felt like I should be the one dying, I could've prevented everything that happened, or at least saved my brother with a little bit more persistence than I had.

Rey reassured me and said that there really wasn't anything that I could do and that I was just listening and respecting my elders. He also tried to convince me that my family was going to survive, which we all knew was bullshit but hey, a little bit of false hope never hurt anyone, right?