There's more to life (Adopted by Brendon Urie) | #2

#15

Song of the Chapter: Breathe by Matt Walden

Anna's POV

"It's ok you're ok follow my breathing." Dad says.

We were sitting in his car. He had taken me out of the shopping center and was trying to calm me down.
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
"It's ok what happened?"
I explain that Georgina got up in my face and said all those horrible things at me. I could see him getting angry.
"I will go a have a talk with that girl! She can't treat you like that!" He shouts.
"No dad. Please don't it won't do anything."
"Are you sure?" I nod.
"Alright, let's go home."
"What about the food?" We had just left the cart in the middle of the shop.
"It's fine, I'll go shopping another time."

While driving home, the voice visits me.

You know it's true right?
She's right
Brendon only wanted you so he could get more attention
James hates you and was probably so happy that you aren't going to school anymore
Your friends are so happy they don't have to see you everyday
You honestly should just die Anna
Like no one would care you don't have any real parents or friends.

"A? Don't listen."
"Huh?"
"Don't listen to the voice."
"You knew?"
"I could tell by looking at your face, plus you're crying."
I wipe the back of my hand across my cheek and sure enough, it was wet.
"We love you so much Anna ok? No matter what anyone else says."
I nod and hop out the car.

Brendon's POV

I sigh and get out the car too. She goes straight upstairs and I walk into the lounge room.
"What happened?" Sarah asked.
"How did you know something happened?" I asked confused. I hadn't even said anything.
"You walked in without the groceries and last time that happened was because you left the store because you had an anxiety attack. So either something happened or you forgot to go to the shops."
"You're smart." I say, giving her a kiss. "Yeah there was an incident with that Georgina and Anna had an attack so we came home."
"Is she ok?"
I shrug.
"I don't know. I really don't know."

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Anna's POV

Since I had gotten back from the shops, the voice hadn't slowed down. In fact it had gotten worse. It was 3 am and I wanted to cut. I needed to.

Anna they all fucking hate you
Just do yourself a favour and kill yourself
Do you know how many people will be so much happier? EVERYONE.
Anna you're fat, ugly and horrible

I silently cry while opening my drawer and picking up the blade I hadn't touched in ages. Before I knew it, I was dragging it across my arm multiple times. It was an old feeling I missed. It felt great.

10 minutes later, my arm was torn up with so many cuts. Blood was everywhere. My arm was covered in it.

Oh fuck.
What do I do?
Fuck
I fucked up big time
I need to tell someone don't I?
No one cares about you Anna just finish the job and cut deeper
Shut the fuck up!

I have honestly had enough. I was crying. I wanted my dad or Pete or Gee or Tyler.
"Dad!" I sob. It was 3 am and I know he was more than likely asleep but I needed someone and only Mum and dad were home.
"Dad!!"
"Anna? Where are you?"
"In the bathroom." I cry. The door was opened and I see dad just stop as he walks in.
"Anna, no no no darling why?"
"I'm sorry." I say and I hope he understood what I said because I was crying so much.
"It's ok love here let's get you cleaned up." He picks me up off the floor and onto the toilet with a closed lid. He pours antiseptic on it and I hiss in pain.
"I'm sorry." He apologises. Once the cuts had been cleaned, they were still bleeding. Dad had a worried look on his face. I knew I went too far.
"I'm sorry dad."
"It's ok, but I think we should get you to the hospital, these cuts are really deep A." I think he wanted to cry.
"I know I messed up."
"It's ok. Come on."
"What about Mum?"
"I'll let her know, meet me in the car."