Complications(Adopted by Brendon Urie)

4. *slap noise*

On the morning of my first day of school I couldn't do or think of anything, the only reaction that I had was "Fuck."

When my alarm went off: "Fuck."

When I finally sat up: "Fuck."

When I got a notification on my phone that told me to take my medication: "Fuck."

When I took my medication: "Fuck."

When I entered the bathroom: "Fuck."

When I took off my clothes and saw my scars: "Fuck."

This was just about how my mind functioned until my medication finally kicked in. I was still nervous about my first day of school but I could actually think clearly and not want everything to fuck off as much.

"Hey," Brendon smiled from the kitchen when I walked into the main living space.
"Hi." I rubbed my eyes, having the constant feeling of wanting to die be stronger than it ever was.
"I'm making waffles, want some?"
"I guess." I sat down on the stool, resting my head in my hands.
"Tired?" He laughed as he handed me a knife and a fork, I rolled my eyes. "I'm taking that as a yes." He sat a plate with a waffle on it in front of me. "If you want me to I can take you to your first class."
"Okay, thanks." I opened the bottle of maple syrup and drizzled it onto my waffle, I became entranced and the syrup fall onto my waffle for a minute until Brendon took it out of my hand and sat it down on the counter.

I wasn't sure what to wear, it was the end of the summer break and I knew I had to wear something that covered my arms, I was really insecure that people would think that I was weird because I had been cutting, so covering my scars was number one on my list for my wardrobe, because even though foundation worked, someone would still notice.

I decided on a black Fall Out Boy hoodie with a baseball shirt underneath, even though it was boiling hot outside. I put the hood up and placed my hair over my shoulders and out of the opening. I decided against wearing shorts because if I'm going to wear a hoodie in summer, I'd better go all the way and wear black skinny jeans.

"Are you sure you wont be too hot?" Sarah placed her hands on my shoulders and I brushed them off.
"I'll be fine..." I picked up my bag and walked out the door to meet Brendon in the car. The entire ride there was silent, with the only noise being the sound of the radio which was turned down almost all the way, I was quite sure it was playing Triple J.

We pulled up at a public school, I was so confused because I thought that he wanted me to go to a good school... A private school.
"Why are we here?"
"This is your school!" He got out of the car.
"Why a public school..." I whispered, scared that people would hear me and try to talk to me. I saw that Brendon was already attracting some attention from a couple of students who were looking at him, probably fans.

"I thought that you would feel more at home." His logic made sense, I couldn't stand private school kids, they all thought that they were the best and the richer you were, the cooler you were. I nodded. "I'll take you to your class." He opened my door and I stepped out and stayed close to him, using him for protection.

When we were walking through the halls just about everyone was looking at us. Some girls walked up to us but Brendon put his hand up and said he couldn't talk. The moment we stepped into my class all heads were turned to us. First off, we were late. Secondly, Brendon Urie was there. We went to the front of the class and were greeted by a woman who I guessed was my teacher.

"Hi, I'm Miss Carr." She held out a hand in my direction but I stood there terrified.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Brendon," He shook her hand for me. "And this is," He waited for me to respond, I said nothing.
"Annie?" She continued, hoping she got my name right. She squinted at me, I guess to see if she got it right. I nodded. "Great!" She chuckled. "I'm guessing she has her schedule, if not, I can get her one!"

I pulled a sheet of paper out of one of my pockets and handed it to her. "Yes, this is it!" She handed it back to me. "You can take a seat just over there!" She pointed to a seat in the middle of the class and I sighed. Her enthusiasm was going to kill me before the class even started.

"Who are you?" A girl next to me turned to me and gave me a look, but when I stayed silent she got annoyed. "Answer my question." She whispered, she was dressed in airy Chic clothing, and had her makeup done to look effortless, when in reality she would've spent hours on it. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away from her, Brendon was up the front talking to Miss Carr, it seemed like he was telling her about my... Problems...

"Why are you wearing a hoodie, it's the middle of summer?" The same girl from before asked and the rest of the people on the table snickered except for two. They were guys, which surprised me. The closest one to me was more good looking, he had brown eyes and blond hair messily styled into something similar to what Brendon had. He wore a very casual outfit, simple pants and a t-shirt, compared to the rest of the class it doesn't look like he tried to look nice at all. The guy next to him was also cute, with barely ginger frizzy, almost curly hair that reached his shoulders. He also wore something plain and casual that complimented his brown eyes. The blond guy gave her a judgemental look, shaking his head and as soon as she saw him her smile disappeared. I looked at him, smiled and mouthed 'thanks', he nodded in return, making me smile slightly more.

When class eventually ended Miss Carr wanted to talk.
"Are you okay?" She whispered and put a hand on my shoulder. I brushed her hand off and nodded. "Aren't you too hot?" I shook my head and started to walk off. "Look, if you ever need to talk to someone you can always talk to me." I walked out of the room. As if I'd ever talk to her.

I found a table inside the cafeteria that had no one on it and was away from most of the other students, I thought it was suitable for me. I sat down, put my headphones in and put my 'good shit' playlist on shuffle and Save Rock and Roll started playing.
"I need more dreams, and less life." I thought about that for a while, I kept on dreaming that Michael and my family would come back but I needed to snap into reality and realise that it was impossible for them to come back.

A group of people started walking in my direction from the other side of the room, my vision was really bad so I put on my glasses and noticed that the girl from before was leading the group, of course. She looked over her shoulder at the rest of the group and laughed, obviously at me, all of the noise was drowned out by the music. "This is our table." She placed her hands on the table, her nail polish shimmering in the light.
I looked up and shrugged. This pissed the shit out of her. "Are you deaf or something?" I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. "Why won't you talk?" She started walking towards me and I motioned my finger for her to 'come hither'.
When she stood in front of me I started to get nervous but was sticking to my plan, it was too late now to stop. I stood up and clasped my hands around her ear and barely whispered. "You've had a problem with me the moment I came into this school, so fuck you." She jumped back for a second and looked me up and down. She stepped forward on her right foot and slapped me.

The force that she hit me with was unexpected and hit me to the ground. The sound that was emitted as a result from the slap wasn't too loud, but loud enough to draw attention to the group of us. I scooted back from her, terrified, and tried to reach for my glasses. When I touched them she lightly kicked them away from me, folding her arms and giving me a rude look, the rest of the group followed suit except for two people. The guys from before.