Gonna Be the Death of Me (adopted by Brendon Urie)

//six - waging wars//

Song of the Chapter: Migraine, twenty one pilots 

For the next few days, Eva went through the same routine. She woke up late, refused to eat breakfast, sat with Sarah and Brendon while they watched TV, and only left the couch to play guitar. In hopes of snapping her out of her rut, Brendon started teaching her more chords and about different kinds of guitars. It was the only time her smile was ever real, Sarah seemed to note. Music was magical and frankly what kept Eva going in the home for girls she lived in. Today, Eva fell into one of her many naps that filled up her days.

"Bren, I'm worried. This whole concert thing took so much of her. She doesn't do anything anymore." He nodded, running his hands through his thick hair. They only knew her for a few days before everything but they already knew this wasn't the real Eva. "I know, but I have no clue what to do. Music is all that makes her happy anymore. I hear her blast it in her room and see her smile playing. But, other than that, she won't even eat." He blew out an exasperated breath before leaning around the corner and watching his sleeping daughter. She was tired all the time. "I'm going to talk to her." He knew it might not do much, but he needed to do something. When Eva woke up, Brendon walked up and held his hand out. She took it groggily and the worried man walked her out to the studio.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Eva just looked away, avoiding his concerned eyes. "Please, you need to tell me. It's not a burden, we want you to be healthy." She slowly turned her head towards his, her words starting to form in her head. The challenge now was saying them. "I don't know, Dad. I'm exhausted, I'm not hungry, and I see no point. It's never been like this." Brendon nodded and walked to his daughter, sitting next to her and sighing. "We need to get you help. There's nothing wrong with getting help." Eva shook her head lightly. "No, please. I hate doctors. I don't need help, I'll eat and not sleep all day. Please, just don't make me." He wrapped his arms gently around the shaking girl and felt tears prick his eyes but never dare to fall. "It won't fix the problem, believe me." She nodded in the crook of his neck. Eva knew it was what was right, but she knew this was her officially being broken. The small family piled in the car minutes later, the parents hoping they could finally help their daughter and the scared girl hoping she wouldn't disappoint. In her moment of weakness, she did the only thing she could think of. She texted Tyler.

eva: ty, it got bad. i slept all day and haven't eaten more then toast for days. brendon is taking me to a doctor. it's all over, i'm broken.

It took him a few minutes to reply, the ellipsis of his typing appearing and disappearing multiple times.

ty: you're not broken, you're working hard, e. this is hard, but if you don't go then you'll get worse and worse. too many people care. what you're doing isn't healthy. this is the right thing to do, and nothing's over. we love you, e.

eva: i love you guys too, but i don't think i can do this.

ty: yes you can. you're one of the strongest people i know. just try to relax and not overthink. text me when it's over.

Eva locked her phone and looked out the window at the buildings that passed quickly. She felt someone's hand on her leg and looked up to see Sarah looking back at her. Eva smiled lightly at her before returning her gaze to the window. Soon enough, the car slowed and parked. Brendon came to Eva's door and helped her out, swinging his arm over her shoulders and walking with her in his side. She relaxed a bit in his grip. Once inside, Brendon checked in for the appointment they made only half an hour ago. "Urie?" a short nurse called from the back. The three stood up and Eva walked towards one of her worst fears.

The doctor asked Eva a ton of questions and handed her a survey, the statements ranging from "Have you ever felt sad for longer then a day at a time?" to "Have you ever wanted to kill yourself?" The rigid topic transitions startled her almost. But she checked "all the time" to both. While Eva would never actually take her life, she wouldn't mind someone taking it for her. Brendon tried to look over her shoulder until Sarah scolded him silently. It took only a few minutes of talking about Eva's history with self harm and issues with fasting along with everything else from the past few days for the doctor to diagnose her and prescribe her medication.