A kind person (Adopted by Thomas Sanders)

Chapter 9

⚠️ TW // ABUSE ⚠️

A/n Sorry not sorry. This will make sense soon.

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Y/n POV
I look down at my watch again. 4:00. Shit I need to get home before my dad beats me.

*time skip*

I look at my watch once again 4:20,
20 minutes before dad gets home.

*time skip because I'm fucking lazy*

Finally I'm home. 4:30, ten minutes to spare. I hop thru my window and set my bag down. I hid my bag, took a shower, cleaned my contacts, put my spare pair in my bag, and got into bed. I check my watch 4:42, I heard the front door unlock, and slam shut. Shit.
I quietly lock my door and quickly and quietly head back to bed. Then I heard a bang against the door. "THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE BITCH OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR BEFORE BREAK DOWN THIS FUCKING DOOR!!! IM GOING TO COUNT TO THREE!!" "ONE" I hide under the covers. "TWO" I try to pull the covers higher but they won't. "FUCK IT" he slammed the door with is shoulder and my door pops open. He grabs the covers and rips them off. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!!" ****When he said that he started to beet me. "YOU SHOULD JUST DIE!! NO ONE CARES THAT YOUR FUCKING ALIVE!!! YOUR A FREAK!! THE ONLY RESON YOU HAVE THE FUCKING CONTACTS IS BECAUSE YOUR A FREAK!!" I looked up at him in terror. "Your a fucking whore and you should just go DIE." He pushed me onto the floor and slammed the door shut. I was left alone in my room, bleeding, and terrified. I heard his bedroom door slam shut and I heard him start to snore.**** I got up off the floor, I grabbed my iPod and my ear buds and listened to 'this is gospel' by P!ATD (Panic! At The Disco) and I hummed along

Lyrics are in italic
This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive
'Cause I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart

A single tear fell from my eyes.
The next song started to play and it started with the G-note.

(Rip MCR)

Welcome to the black parade by My Chemical Romance

When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?
He said, will you defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers?
The plans that they have made?
Because one day I'll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, son, when you grow up
You will be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?
Sometimes I get the feeling
She's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all
The rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone, we want you all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black
And take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end
We hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on, we carry through the fears
(Oh, oh, oh)
Disappointed faces of your peers
(Oh, oh, oh)
Take a look at me
'Cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
You can try
You'll never break me
We wanna all
We want to play this part
Won't explain
Or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed
I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer
For all the broken
Listen here
Because it's who we are
I'm just a man
I'm not a hero
Just a boy who had to sing this song
I'm just a man
I'm not a hero
I don't care
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though your dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
You can try
You'll never break me
We wanna know
We want to play this part
Do or die (we'll carry on)
You'll never make me (we'll carry on)
Because the world (we'll carry on)
Will never take my heart
You can try
You'll never break me
We wanna all
We want to play this part (we'll carry on)

When the song ended I fell asleep.

*time skip to morning*
I woke up at 5 am and got ready for school. I put on a black shirt, black jeans, my hoodie to hide the cuts on my arms, and my gray vans. I also put on makeup to hide the bruises and cuts on my face. I grab my backpack and head out the door.

Virgil's POV
It's 4 in the morning and Thomas and the other sides are asleep. I was up all night writing a note to have Thomas give to y/n. I decide to read over the note once again to make sure that it was okay.

Dear y/n, yesterday when you ran into Thomas I saw your wrists. I know you cut yourself, I also saw you had cuts and bruises on your face. If your parents are abusing you or someone is hurting you or you just are running in to a tree you can always text me. Here is my number (•••)••••••• -Virgil
P.s yes us sides are real and we all have are own phone numbers.

I confirm with my self that this would do so I fold it up and put it in my pocket.

*time skip to 5:13*

Thomas was finally up along with the other sides. "Morning guys." "Good morning." They all say in unison.

A/n happy thanksgiving everyone!! I am thankful for all of you guys❤️❤️❤️

Also when I was reading over the story I saw I unintentionally made a Heathers reference. Oof.

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