Adopted By Brallon 2

Chapter 11

Halfway through the second movie, which was called Zodiac. Was interesting about some dude murdering people and these investors trying to figure out who it is through the notes and clues and shit the guy sends in. Point is, I got kinda bored and excused myself to go and grab my drawing stuff. I have the attention span of a goldfish. I was going through my books and stuff when I found my old journal. I nearly screamed. "Oh my god!" I yell while standing up, and I hurry out the door with it clutched in my hand. "Melody!" I yell as I run down the stairs, ignoring the pain the shot through my abdomen. "What's going on?" Dallon asks and I shoo him with a smile to reassure him that I'm okay.

I hold it up and she looks at it, confused. "What's that?" She asks. "No playing stupid I know you read it before." I say while sitting down. "Okay yeah, wait how did you know?" She asks. "I walked in and saw you reading it like a week before you were adopted. I didn't really care but point being, this is the edgiest thing I own." I say and she raises her eyebrows. "The pages I read? Yes ma'am that statement stands correct." She says and I snort. "Sorry for disturbing the movie, I got excited." I say. "Can I read it?" Pete asks and I shrug and hand it to him. I don't remember much of what I wrote but I do know it's mostly about me ranting about how my parents never came back and how sad it makes me. "Hey uh Lilah we need to talk, like now." Melody says while looking up from her phone.

"Sounds serious." I say and she gives me a "hurry up" look. "Are you breaking up with me again because just do it in front of my family. They'll hear anyway." say and she groans and grabs my arm. "I'm not breaking up with you, it's worst." She says while walking towards the kitchen. "Yes?" I ask and she hands me her phone. "Destiny was found dead." She says and my heart drops as I look at the article pulled up on her phone. Her cause of death hasn't been released yet. "What the fuck? You're kidding." I say and she shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry." She says and I hand her the phone back. "Okay so I'm next right? He dies, she dies, I die." I say and her eyes soften and she shakes her head.

"Honey no. You're okay. I just, did you have any sibling other than..?" She trails off and I clench my jaw. "Why would you bring up Dave? You know he's dead. Him and his father died way before I was even thought of. I'm an only child. You know that." I say and she looked defeated as I stomp out of the kitchen. The movie was paused and I know everyone heard. Mostly because they were looking at me. "Delilah she could've killed herself. You could be okay." Melody says. "And what if I'm not? Then I just die? Risk my family dying too? Risk you dying? See there's a lot at stake here and I think we need to figure out what to do because I can't.." I start and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. "I can't go through what we went through again okay? I mentally and physically can't." I say a lot calmer. "You won't go through anything again on my watch." I hear Brendon say.

"God, Delilah do you still feel this way?" Pete says as he looks up from my journal. "Thought wise? Sometimes." I say. He looks at me sadly and I walk over to look over his shoulder at what page he was reading.

"I wonder if the ropes in here are actually strong enough to hang yourself with. I could always just slit my throat but that's too messy. I don't wanna cause even more of a hassle. Though what matters right? There is a bridge not too far from here. I could always just jump off of it. That's a guarteed death, considering my fuck up self never learned how to swim. And it's flowing water so I'll most likely get caught in a currant and than.. die. Finally. Since no one will ever give a single fuck about me. Fuck everyone anyways. My parents are pieces of shits, my best friend got adopted and the asshole here only make this worse. I'm doing everyone a favor. After all people only care after your gone. After your thrown into a coffin and set into the cold hard ground. Maybe I can finally be cared for."

"Okay no not that badly. Just in the sense of, maybe people are better off without me the of thing. I don't think suicidally much anymore. Not after I started my meds." I say and he just slowly nods and closes it. "Don't wanna read it anymore. Too sad." He mumbles softly and I pat his shoulder. "I'm okay Uncle Wentz I promise." I say and he smiles. "Though it might have to be an option if I'm being targeted to ensure you guys all stay safe." I say. "You will not being doing anything like that. I'm sure the police will notify us if they think you're in danger. I mean, they were set on her being the murderer of Richard, just don't have solid proof yet. So she easily could've taken her life to avoid being put in jail." Dallon explains and I nod. Yeah I'm being dramatic. It's probably fine. "Okay yeah. Let's watch the movie. It's getting interesting." I say and sit back down, wincing as my cut makes contact with the couch.