Lego House [feat. BiaDore]

The A Team (Adore's POV)

Warning - (M) Rated Chapter: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, depression and triggers.

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The past year had been a roller coaster ride for me. It wasn't the best year of my life, but it may be the worst though. I broke up with Roy, suffered enough time without him, met him again and thought things would be better for us but I didn't expect for it to be the end. The first few months I had to cancel on all my gigs and tours. I just couldn't get a grip of myself. I spiralled down into a very serious case of depression to the point that I had to go see my psychotherapist, 3 times a week. It sucked for everyone especially for my mom. She literally had to see me as a total wreck.

The first week, I'd locked myself at my place, in my room. I didn't eat or sleep but I showered although not like what you think, I didn't shower to be clean, I showered to punish myself. All I did was cry, stare at my ceiling, stare at the empty wall in the bath while I burn myself in almost boiling water, cry, stare at the ceiling, stare at the empty wall in the bath while I burn myself in almost boiling water, cry and the cycle just went on and on.

Week after that, I think I worried some friends and sent them into panic mode. I've never looked at my phone ever since the day Roy left, let alone charge it. I didn't really care anymore. The man I love, loved someone else and I couldn't take it. I blamed myself for it mostly but I also blame him for easily moving on. What was I to him, really? I thought to myself that time. Did he just play with my feelings the last time we were together? But I felt love. He loved me. I felt love with his every touch. Or was I just hallucinating all along? Did he even ever love me?

There were loud banging on my bedroom door by the start of that week, I didn't even bother getting up to open the door. I could hear yelling and someone threatening to kick my bedroom door open and did it when they got no response from me. It was Brian Mc (Katya) together with the other Brian, Brian Firkus (Trixie) and they were both horrified when they saw me.

Brian Mc is one of my bestest friends, I gave him a spare key to my house just in case he needs somewhere to crash when he's around the area.

"You whore! Have you blocked my number or something?! I've been trying to- OH MY LORD! What the fuck have you done to yourself, Danny?!" Brian Mc exclaimed as he saw me in bed with my knees on my chest.

He scooped me from my position and held me in his arms. I just broke down in tears because of the mental and physical pain I felt.

"Danny, what happened, babe? Tell me. Please say something?" he said in a calmer manner, "I'm taking you over to the hospital."

I was covered with bruises from falling over most of the time going in and out of the bath. I had red raw skin and blisters from burning myself in the bath with water. My eyes are baggy. My skin was pale. My body was weak. I haven't shaved so I looked like a cave man.

"R-Roy," I told him as the other Brian held my hand. He was sat behind Brian Mc.

I heard Brian say something but I didn't understand anything. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. Brian Mc was sat beside me and Brian is nowhere to be found. Brian Mc was too focused on his phone. I can see two different expressions on his face. He goes on a really grumpy face to a very caring one. I peeked on his phone a little and saw that he was rapid texting Roy and he was also texting my mom.

"H-hey," I said.

"Danny... You're awake. Finally," he said, "you're mom would be here soon."

"Oh! Sweet! You're awake! I bought food and you my dear would have to eat," Brian said as he entered the room.

The nurse came in and checked me before I ate. It was good to be eating again, actually. Although, I had to have food little by little because I had some problems with my gut system since I have not eaten for a week.

My mom came and took care of me for the following days, weeks and months until I have recovered from my depression, my alcoholism and pain addiction. It was a lot of struggle for me, more so for my mom and my friends before I sort of bounced back to my normal self. I was brought to the hospital a lot. Had a lot of pills and medications to heal me and cure me. But lately, I have been back on business; touring and doing my gigs. A bit moved on with a shattered heart still but not as bad as what it was. I haven't tried dating again though and it was by choice.

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Today is Roy's wedding and I want to face my reality. I want to see it happen right before my eyes so I could completely move on from him. But by the end of the wedding I felt like it was suffocating me I had to run out of the hall where the ceremony was happening and once I was at a farther hallway I just broke down.

"Adore!" Michelle called out to me as she followed me on the hallway.

My tears were falling. I couldn't stop them. Michelle gave me a hug. She was followed by Brooke Lynn who just joined the hug.

"I-I'm sorry to ruin the moment for you guys. I really am. I shouldn't have come," I told them.

"Hush now, hun," Brooke said, "we understand what just happened there."

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