Prophet [Andy Biersack's daughter]

In the beginning I relished in it. My barely developed self relished in the constant smothering of my father and his friends, who were always showering me with affection and care. Nothing was ever more than an inch away from my fingertips. However, the masses of male attention could never make up for the lack of that of a mother. My mom was taken away from us a year after I was born. She perished in the war waging between my father and his rivals - a happening my father vowed to never let happen to me. Every move I made was surveilled by either him or a bodyguard. But as I grew older, the protective bonds wrapped around me started getting suffocating, growing tighter and tighter around my ribcage as I grew. I wasn't allowed to go to a public school. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone. By now I was getting tired of always standing on the tip of my toes to look across the shoulder of the bodyguard standing in front of me. Of being kept in my room when "business" was going down in my father's office. My phone was stocked with the numbers of my family, but never the numbers of peers. But as much as I hated it, I loved my father more. I loved my family more. And I could handle it. Or at least that's what I thought.