*Suicide and BDSM( bondage ) Warning *
Your P. O. V.
" You're worthlesssssss! " The first voice whispered in your head
" Sssssstupid sssssslut you ssssssshould kill yourssssself. " The second voice whispered in your head.
" Why isn't the medication working!!! " You yelled as you walked down the dark street. A car started coming up the street you ran in front of it wanting your suffering to end. You closed your eyes waiting for impact . You felt nothing.
Brendon Urie's P. O. V.
A girl stood in front of my car arms spread out waiting to get hit but luckily I stopped the car in time. Why would someone as beautiful as her want to die.
"Miss are you okay? " I yelled to the girl who stood in front of my car. I then took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"I should get you to the hospital." I told her.
" Please! Don't take me to the mental hospital. Please. I have nowhere to live! " She begged me.
"I'll take you home with me. Don't worry I live alone." I told her.
Next day. ..............................
Your P. O. V.
I woke up in a unfamiliar room, I was scared at first then I remembered the events of last night. Something smelled delicious. I walked downstairs and saw Brendon cooking breakfast. I sit down at the table. He said hi to me and I nodded my head to acknowledge him. He passed a paper to me it read:
Rules of the household.
1. Lights out at 12:00
2. I check your body each night for cuts.
3. Follow rules.
I looked up at him and said, "Can I sleep in the same bed as you?" I mean come on , he is Brendon Urie and if I had the chance to Fuck I would
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