One Maniac at a Time

Entering red

Pete's POV

It's been weeks, Tara went back to school. But she's growing more distant, faster. Meagan said not worry, I haven't told her about Tara. I don't want Tara to get mad at me. I look at my watch. 4:00 a.m. hello insomnia. I want to call someone but don't know who. I guess I'll just sit here in my mind, but that can be potentially dangerous. Oh well. I get up. Tara's light is on, I hear muffled sobs. I turn the handle carefully. Tara is on the floor full out sobbing. I pull her into my arms.

"Shh what's wrong?" I ask.

"I'm not good enough." She whispered.

"Yes you are." I tell her.

"What's so good about me?" She asked. My soul froze. I had said those words. I knew the feeling.

"Everything. Your smile, the way you hate history. You have people who care. Please just try to see it. I care. Sophie cares. People love you. You are more than perfect." I whispered. She falls asleep at last. The doctors gave me a shit ton of meds, more than they gave me Insomnia, anxiety, anorexia, depression, other shit. I hate giving her all the meds. IT hurts to ee her become so numb to the world. I want my beautiful baby girl back. Tomorrow I meet with her therapist, we have a group session. I know the morning will be rough.

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Tara's POV

I wake up to the sound of cooking. I get dressed in black skinnies and a Black Veil Brides tee shirt. My hair falls in slight curls, it goes below my boobs for like three inches. I touch the thick bandages on my wrists. I feel so ashamed. School become worse, teachers acting nice, Bridget making more fun of me when she saw the bandages. I hated it all. My therapist said he was super worried about me. I don't want to do group therapy. Ugh. I finally come downstairs. Dad has concocted some pancakes and a array of colorful pills whose names I don't know, nor their purpose.

"So I'm picking you up after school today." Dad said. I nodded. I remained silent. He looked at me.

"Hey, wanna talk?" He asked. I shook my head, I know most teenage girls would kill to have Pete Wentz to comfort them but I wanted to push everyone away so they didn't get hurt. I just didn't know.

"Okay, but remember at some point we need to." He said. That's the thing about Dad, he cares and it breaks my heart a little just to see how much he does.

"School." He said.

"No please." I whispered.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Can I have a day off?" I asked.

"Why, I need to know." He pressed.

"I just can't do this today, one day." I begged.

"Okay, but then your therapy appointment gets moved ahead." He crossed his arms.

"Okay." I said. He looked at me sympathetically and went to go make the call. I went up to my room and fell asleep.

~dream~

I couldn't breathe well. the air was thick. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and was shoved into a chiar that had appeared out of no where. I was strapped down and couldn't move, I was cold, sweaty and shaky all at once. Three more men appeared behind the first. He took off his mask.

"Daddy?" I croaked. He smiled at me.

"What a worthless piece of garbage, how should I kill it?" He grinned. I was screaming for help, tears were streaming down my face.

~dream end~

"Tara! TARA!" I heard someone call from above me, my eyes shot open. I saw Dad standing over me looking worried.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, it was just a dream, nothing more." I said. He looked at me funny.

"Okay, well let's go." I gave him a look.

"Therapy, it'll be over before you know it." He encouraged.

"Bullshit." I muttered. We drove in silence. He kept giving me concerned looks. I know it's the whole parent over protective but drove me crazy. We pulled up and I got out quietly.

"c'mon Big Bird." He said smiling. I grinned, I couldn't help it. We entered and waiting for my therapist, Kyle to call us in. Now for the longest hour in history.

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Pete's POV

Kevin seemed nice enough, he was young.

"So, I understand you have been scared of school, can you maybe tell me more about that?" He asked Tara.

"Bitches gonna bitch, it sucks." Tara said.

"Are you scared?" He asked.

"Of course I am, who wouldn't be?" She asked. He scribbled something down.

"What about your home life?" He asked.

"I feel unsafe because I told you, I swear I didn't cut until that day, but no one will believe me." She protested.

"You still hurt yourself, did you stop?" He asked. She was getting uncomfortable.

"It's okay." I whispered.

"I did once more, but never again." She said.

"Now Pete, do you think there is anything at home that triggers Tara?" Kevin asked me, I was shocked.

"Not that I'm aware of, if there is i will do whatever I can to make it better for her." I responded calmly.

"None of this had to do with my dad, it's just those girls." Tara pointed out.

"The girls who reporte you because they were worried." He said calmly.

"No the girls who framed me and drove me to cut myself." She said just as calmly.

"Well that would be emotionally stressful." He went into some long speech, the guy was a piece of work. Finally the hour was up. We walked out, I heard a flash, we sprinted to the car.

"So new therapist?" I asked.

"Yes please." She agreed.

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Tara's POV

Dad is awesome, like I get why his fans love him. I started blasting Hold On Till May, best song ever. I loved it. there was a knock. Patrick came in. He sat down and hugged me really tightly. I hugged back.

"I love you." He said, He was basically my second dad, not in a he and Pete were gay thing, Peterick was a joke around us.

"I love you too." I said smiling.

"It's gonna get better sweetie, I promise." He said. I knew that wasn't true but nodded and smiled. I had what I needed, now all that's left it to choose the date.

A/N

Okay guys sorry it's been a while, school has been a real poop. anway thanks for the reads and vote! Comments and votes are appreciated, what do you guys think so far?