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

#66

Song of the Chapter: Dying in LA by Panic! at the Disco

Anna's POV

"I can't. I can't do it."

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Twitter was attacking my music; It's horrible. It's awful. Why do people listen to this? You're only popular because you know Brendon.
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"Get off the stage." "No one wants you here."

"Anna? Love wake up."

I open my eyes to mum shaking me.
"Anna? Hey, it's ok." I was breathing heavily and shaking. Mum holds me in a hug and moves the hair out of my face. "You're ok, I'm here you're safe." She rubs my back to calm me down but I was still shaken up. "It's ok whatever it is we can make it work." She sways me side to side, humming 'Dying in LA'.

"What happened?" Mum says about 20 minutes later once I had calmed down a little.
"Dream about Twitter, it's stupid. I'm sorry."
"Hey," she lifts my head up, "Don't apologise it's ok what happened?"
"Twitter was just saying shit about my music and then I was imagining me on stage and everyone hated me."
"No one hates you Anna, not in this family anyway and those who hate on you, don't matter and you shouldn't listen to them."
Penny Lane jumps up onto the bed and snuggles up to me. I smile and scratch her forehead. I pat her and calm down more.
"You aren't suppose to be on the bed but I think I'll allow it because you're calming A." Mum tells her and I smile gratefully at Mum. It's amazing at how dogs could just tell that we weren't feeling well and could calm me down.

"What's the time?"
"About 8."
"Do you have work?" Mum was normally not up before 8 unless she had work.
"Not until 2 pm."
"Did I wake you?"
"It's ok, I needed to get up anyway."
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's ok normally this little rascal wakes me up at 7." She says patting Penny Lane and I smile. "Feeling better?" She asks.
"Still shaky but ok." She kisses my head.
"Breakfast?"
"Sure."

Mum and I go downstairs and she hands me a glass of orange juice.
"I'm not going to make you coffee if your anxiety is bad ok?" She explains. I nod and take the glass.
"Pancakes, waffles or omelette?"
"Hmm omelettes?"
"Sure."
"Would you like any help?"
"Want to cut the tomatoes?"
"Sure."

I walk around the breakfast bar and into the kitchen. I grab a chopping board, knife and 3 tomatoes. I cut them up into pieces while mum gets the rest of the ingredients prepared. We mix all the ingredients in with the eggs and Mum fries 4 omelettes while I wake up dad and James.

"James." I poke his cheek. "James." Poke. "James." Poke.
"Ugh Anna." He whines.
"Come on wake up." I smile.
"No."
"Wake up, sunshine somebody loves you for yourself." I sing.
"Have you been listening to All Time Low?" He laughs.
"Maybe. You've gotten me obsessed."
"Good to know. Now I can add their music to our playlist for when we're driving."
"Yee. We should go driving again."
"We should."
"Anyway. We made breakfast."
"You made it?"
"Well Mum, but I cut the tomatoes."
"Very nice."
"I'll meet you downstairs, I have to go wake dad up."
"Alright."
I kiss his cheek and walk into my parents room.

"Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad?"
"Anna? Good morning." He mutters and opens his eyes.
"Morning. It's breakfast time."
"I'm good I'm tired."
"Fine then we shall eat all the omelettes."
"Omelettes? We haven't had them in ages."
"I know."
"Ok I'm coming."
"Really? That's all it took?" I laugh. He shrugs and laughs.

I go downstairs and set the table. Dad and James soon come down and take a seat. Mum serves us an omelette each and gives James and dad a glass of juice too. We eat in comfortable silence but I really wanted to check Twitter to see if it was just a dream or if they really didn't like my music. I know I shouldn't pay attention to twitter and should just make music because I want to but I wanted this to be my job and if they didn't like it, I'd need to think of another career and I have no idea what else I want to do.
"Anna?" Dad says.
"Huh? What?"
"You good? We've called your name about 7 times."
"Whoops sorry."
"All good."
"Yeah, what's up?"
"What are you planning on doing today?"
"Uh probably nothing. Why?"
"Well I was thinking of going to visit my parents. Want to come with me?"
"Sure what about mum and James?"
"Sarah's got work and it's up to James."
"I should probably go back home for a bit, ever since dad was put in jail, Mum has been different and I think she's trying to make an effort." James says. I nod and finish off my omelette.
"How long are we going for?"
"Probably for about 3 nights."
"Ok."