𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | ✓

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~You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself~
Andy Biersack

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I woke up with a terrible headache. My head was spinning right around, and my stomach felt like a washing machine. However, I hadn't opened my eyes yet. They were still hurting from the salt tears 'Wait- Was I cr-' I interrupted my thoughts as soon as the events from last night came back to life. They didn't hate me! They didn't want to send me away! Dylan even comforted me!

Dylan. My most scary brother, became a shoulder to cry on for me when I had a nightmare. Who could imagine it? Definitely not me! And I am sure no one else of my brothers could.

I got out of my bed and headed to my closet to find the outfit of the day. The first thing I saw was my black Metallica hoodie and my dark blue jeans. 'I guess that's it for today' I thought and I put on my clothes.

Then I saw the date. 'Oh no, in two days I start school!' I started panicking deep inside me. I never liked school, and I never liked meeting new kids and making new friends. I prefer adults. They are all much more mature than my peers and I could communicate with them better.

I felt a knot in my stomach, irritating my inner ego and my head. I was nervous and anxious. I was playing with the ring on my thumb, swirling it around. I didn't want to show my emotions to anyone, not even myself while I was looking at the mirror, so I never had any special reactions.

I snapped out of my nervous thoughts when my door quietly opened and Chris sweetly poked his head inside. As soon as he saw me he placed a huge grin on his face, mentally bringing one to mine.

"Sei sveglio, tesoro?" he asked me, coming towards me and sitting next to me on the bed. I was looking at him like he was an alien. God, why does everyone in this house has to talk in Italian?! I cannot understand what they are saying! (Are you awake, honey/treasure?)

"Huh?" He chuckled at my face softly, like I was the cutest baby on earth. I was clearly confused. Valeria and my other friends back in Greece used to say that my reactions are always like cartoons. I was not complaining though. I liked it, it was a fun nickname.

"I asked you are awake, honey" he chuckled, earning a nod. We sat there, for some more minutes in comfortable silence, as I laid my head on his chest and him playing with my messy curls. Gosh, I was already so close to most of my brothers, and I am not even two weeks here...

--Chris's P.O.V--

What happened last night really scared me. Me and the rest of my brothers. She was screaming and thrashing around on her bed, making her pink pastel sheets look like a skein. Sweat was all around her face and back and she was grabbing her duvet like her life was depending on it.

That sight of my sorella made my heart clench. I was waiting all my life to look at those sparkling, sweet brown eyes and that cute, bunny smile of hers, and when we finally found her, she was a broken, abused girl. (Sister)

I hate that. I hate the fact that all her life she has been abused. I hate the fact that all her life she was afraid of people. That all her life she was alone, without any affection or love. That we were not there to protect her. That she was away. That we could not offer her a better life, full of light, love, laughter, affection, joy, and smile. Instead of that, it was filled with darkness, tears, depression, blood, evil, and cruelty. I should have been there with her

When Dylan said he wanted to leave him alone with Nefeli, a wave of shock hit me, the boys, and her. He was so cold towards her. I will ask him what happened later.