Tara's POV
I can't sleep whatever meds they gave me aren't working.
"Violet?" I asked.
"Yeah Tar?" She replied.
"This is a silly question but do you like girls or boys?" I asked nervously. I heard her giggle. Then I felt another body under my covers.
"Well, if you must know I like girls and boys, but at the moment it appears I am particularly interested in this one girl. Soooooooo what about you, girl or girls and boys?" She asked.
"Well, I thought I liked boys, but there is a very interesting girl who has caught my eye." I smiled.
"hmmmm, very interesting, tell me more about this girl." Violet was interested.
"she is perfect, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes." I began. Violter smiled.
"But wait, now it's your turn." I grinned.
"Well, let's see, she has dark hair, pale skin and green hazel eyes." Violet smiled.
"She's is funny and quriky." I said.
"So is the girl I like, plus her music taste is amazing." Violet said.
"Maybe I can meet this girl you speak of, she sounds wonderful." I said.
"So does yours, but you already met her, you just don't see her the way I do." Violet said.
"You know her better than anyone else." I whispered. Then she leaned in, and I leaned in. It was her lips against mine, but they weren't fighting, they were dancing. How had I fallen in love so quickly? Was this love? Maybe I just am attracted to her? Only time can tell.
~time laspes~
I woke up and felt another body pressed to me, violet. Of course. I got up."Good morning hottie." She smiled. I realized I was in a thin undershirt and underwaer. I blushed but then felt a pang of anxiety when I realized I had tons of scars on my thighs. I quickly got dressed and was greeted by a nurse who led me to an examination room where a doctor came in and took my vitals as well as changing my bandages. I caught I glimpse of my cuts, they were so deep and even bled when the doctor removed the bandages. I gasped in joy as I started bleeding. He qucikly cleaned it up and rebandaged. I was escorted to breakfast where I picked at some cheerios. I sat in the TV room and just thought blankly. I was tired, I just wanted to sleep. A nurse approached me timidly.
"Someone is here to see you." she said. I was expecting my Dad, he said he would visit. But I saw Dr. Sanders. Great.
"Ms. Wentz, we have indivisual therapy now." He said smiling as we went over to his office. Great, shrinky dink time. We sat down in plushny chairs.
"So how are you liking it here?" He asked. I snorted.
"Well actually roomate is pretty awesome, but I just want to go home." I said.
"That can happen, just two more days." He said, I groaned.
"So your roomate, Violet right?" He asked. I nodded.
"She's very lovely she's actually going home the same day you should be able to leave if you cooperate." This was just his game, we were players, it made some sense, I guess, peas in a streilized pod with florescent lights.
"So, can you tell me what you were thinking the night you tried to kill yourself?" He asked, jackass aw hell no.
"No." A replied.
"I can't let you out if I don't know you're doing better." He said Wow, real skills there.
"I wanted to die, duh." I said.
"But you didn't really want to die." He said, it wasn't phrased as a question, just a blunt statement. I took a little time and gathered my thoughts.
"Yes I did, most of me still does. Now I'm not going to go running home and jumping off the first bridge I see. But all the hate, it becomes unbearable." I said.
"Hate?" He asked.
"Go on twitter and look up @tarawentz." I said he did, his eyes widened in horror. I watched him scroll through, I'm prett sure he was too choked up to function.
"That's not all, verbal abuse in school, tell me I don't want to kill myself now." I snapped. Tears were flowing from my eyes too now. my session was over. I left. I went back to my room and burried my head in my pillow. I was too upset to feel anything, I was numb, but overwhelmed with emotion all at once. I couldn't breathe, I was cold and shaky, it felt like my heart was going ten million miles per hour. I screamed as loud as I could. Not loud enough, my voice was dying, the door burst open, I saw a dark haired figure who looked familiar and a nurse, then nothing more.
Pete's POV
I woke up to a call from the hospital, it was Tara's doctor he said he needed to talk to me. I rushed over of course. He said she was getting bullied. I couldn't believe it, my heart shattered. A thousand times over. A nurse dashed in.
"Patient in full out panic attack." She said, he followed so did I. I hear Tara screaming, at least it sounded like her. The door to a room opened, she stood barely before passing out. My eyes widened with horror.
"What do I need to do to help her?" I asked despereately. He looked at me sympathetically.
"I know she will get better, just time and love." He said. I sat by her bed, when a dirty blonde girl with blue eyes came in.
"Oh, Pete Wentz is here." She said smiling, but that faded when she saw Tara.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Panic attack, and just who are you?" I asked.
"Violet Tara's roomate, and you're her dad huh?" She asked grinning a little bit.
"Yep that's me." I said,
"That's cool." she responded calmly. There was pain in her eyes when she looked at Tara, I couldn't place it.
Violet
I watched Tara leave crying, but knew I had to cooperate, go to therapy, not fight. Sand-man said some bullshit, I spat back some bullshit. It is a game we play. I don't deserve happiness, I never will, but Tara is cute, and I think I like her a lot.
When I enetered our room, Pete wentz was by Tara's bedside. I think she had said something about him being her dad. We made small talk. I jut kept looking her, she was probably the only hope in this hell hole, I was gonna be okay, I felt. I know I only had known her for a day, but she knew me it felt like. I just need her, I can feel it.
"Violet?" a voice whispered.
A/N
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Hayran KurguPete's girlfriend died in childbirth leaving him with a beautify baby girl, Tara. As she grows up she slowly becomes her own person but can she escape her father's shadow even if he never meant to cast it. *Slight trigger warning for future chapte...