I wake up to the sun poking its head through my curtains - that's how I would start any of my stories, if I had the talent of writing. I'd been awake a minute and I was already criticising myself but I wanted to not think about Mikey and his breakdown, Gerard keeps telling me its a relapse but don't you have to be really bad before its called that? I rolled over and stopped with my thought 'where the fuck is the emo bitch!' It was my brother. I closed my eyes started to paint a brighter world in my head. A world where there was no fucking bullshit. My thoughts were interrupted as I hit the floor, I looked up on stood above me was my brother. 'What the fuck do you think your doing?' I demanded. He didn't reply he Just walked over to my dresser and picked up $50 'why steal from me?' I rolled my eyes and muttered some random shit under my breath 'HEY, answer my god damn question' *slap* 'DO YOU WANT FUCKING FOOD' and with that I was dragged from the floor and into the wall, and the bang to my body stung like a bitch. I don't know what jays intentions were anymore. I don't know sober from intoxicated and for I know he could be out to kill me but the violent side wasn't anything new but it's never been this intense before *slam* 'ANSWER ME' I ignored his demand. I was gripped by my top and pinned to the wall and all he did was stare at me. I closed my eyes and sighed *smash* I hit my mirror and fell to the floor watching the shards of glass fall around me like diamonds 'having no food will do you good, you fat cow" and with that he left the room, I started cry. I curled into a ball. All I wanted to do was to sink into the floor. Still crying I pick up one of the broken prices of glass and examine it; running my fingers across its edges. They were sharp enough I sliced straight down my wrist 'god please let me die tonight'

a heard a knock at the door. I'm not going I answer it, but the repeated knocking is annoying to the point I could pull my hair out but I wasn't moving. Blood was dripping down my wrists and I wanted this to be my moment. My suicide.
'hello?' I heard franks voice calling. Shit. I stopped breathing making little noise. 'Robyn it's me'- he entered the threshold to my room 'what the fuck, Jesus Robyn shit, fuck, oh my god what!? Um you got band aids" he seemed calm as he looked through my room for band aids ' who doesn't have band aids? Come on Robyn lets get you cleaned up' he went to help me up but I just sat there 'no frank I don't want to leave me alone' the shock that fell to his face. He slid down my wall and sat next to me within broken glass, he hugged me 'fuck' he sighed 'I know'.

Notes

Sorry for a really late update but I went on holiday hope you like it and leave feedback please. Love you's :)