Silent Screams (A Pierce The Veil Fan Fiction)

-Introduction;

-POV: Marley.

I sat in the chair, tapping my fingers against my knee as I stared at the beige walls that surrounded me. It seemed like hours before Ms. Davids spoke again, my therapist.

"How do you feel right before you fall asleep, Marley?"

I looked up, not quite understanding her question.

"They target me when I'm alone." I said bluntly, picking at my nails.

"Who does?" She asked, raising an eye brow.

"The bad thoughts, and voices." I simply replied.

She gave me a puzzled look before scribbling some junk into her notepad. It was quite for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"Have you tried shutting them out?" She said, leaning toward me intently.

I was shocked at how simple minded she could be. "Like hiding?" I whispered.

"Not exactly, but sure, like hiding." She insisted.

I laughed a little, pulling my sleeves up to reveal the rows of gashes and puffy scars that covered my wrists, whispering, "you can't run from something you can't see. It'll find you eventually."

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Maybe I should start from the beginning. My names Marley. Marley Grace to be exact, i live in San Diego, California. I'm eighteen years old. My parents never liked me much growing up, I was always a burden to them. I didn't make friends well, and I didn't /play/ well with the other kids in grade school. I've been pretty much on my own since kindergarten when my father died and my mother turned into a drunken mess. I didn't really leave my room much, I found peace in solitude and music.

I had one best friend, actually allow me to rephrase that - friend. I had one person in the entire world that I could go too. His name was Sebastian. We met at a Pierce The veil concert when I was 15 an he was 16. Apparently he lived in my town his whole life, shared the same school as me, and was in my home room freshman year. But I never noticed him, then again I shut pretty much everyone out. Anyway, back to Sebastian. We met at the PTV concert and hit it off pretty well. Our favourite song was Hold On Till May, and we both had pretty hard lives. Sebastian didn't talk much though, he'd gone through years of abuse before and he learned that if he was quite, he didn't get beat.

We spent that entire night together, I told him my story and he told me his. I told him about my parents, and he told me that he never knew his real dad. Only the abusive fuck his mother married when he was six. He showed me the marks that decorated his arms and legs, and I showed him the gashes that danced across my hips, arms and legs.

Ever since that night he hasn't left my side. He's been through just about everything with me.

But getting back to the matter at hand. My mother toyed with a lot of men after my father died, I guess it was her way of coping. She'd come home from work, get drunk, go to the bar and bring home a different guy every night. They were normally always sleazy, and smelled like whiskey and sweat. She never really stuck to one person, until Michael came around. And apparently she fell head over heels for that waste of space. He wasn't like any of the rest, he had scum written all over him. She met him when I was about eleven, and it all went downhill from there. He spent four years beating me every time I moved wrong, and he'd sneak into my room and wake me up in the middle of the night by yanking me by my hair out of the bed and throwing me to the floor. He was a hopeless drunk and his excuse for waking me up was because my "whore-of-a-mother" wasn't putting out anymore tonight and he wanted sex. My night would generally end with bruises and him having his way with me.

I'd yell for my mom countless times, but she'd just tell me to stop complaining and shut the bedroom door to block out my cries. I stopped caring about her after those night. When i was eleven, I realised just how alone I was in this world and that's when I started harming myself. The way I saw it was that if I hurt myself, then no one had to. I would have done it enough for them and me.

But that was all in the past, I'm twenty one now and all I want is to run away and never look back. But that's not how it always plays out in the end, you don't always get what you want.

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okay, sorry I haven't been updating. But I've been working on this.

Hope you guys enjoy it, stay lovely. Xo