Be careful making wishes in the dark

Aysha's POV:

"Worthless." I sobbed as I dragged the silver blade across my pale wrist. I watched as the crimson pool dripped slowly down my palm. I put the blade back in my phone case, if my dads found out I did it again I'd have to go back to therapy. I don't want to go there again.

Zacky's POV

I might go get a bath. "worthless." I heard a girl's voice sob. it was Aysha! I opened the door and saw her wrapping a bandage around her wrist. She turned and looked at me. "Aysha." I choked out, almost as a whisper. "Dad, please don't tell daddy." she whimpered. "I have to sweetie." I said sitting on the bed next to her. I scooped her up in my arms and sat her down on my lap. She was sobbing into my shoulder, I rubbed her back and shushed her, as tears pricked my eyes. I really should tell Billie-Joe, she needs help. I opened my eyes and saw that Aysha was in a deep slumber, I smiled, tears forming in the corners of my eyes I placed her into bed and tucked her in. I watched her for a moment, as she shuffled around making herself comfortable. "Awe bless." I muttered to myself. I wish she didn't hurt herself like that, she is my daughter, not biologically but in my heart and always.

Billie-Joe's POV

I drove home from work at around 9. Before I walked back into my home, I head banged and sang along to Bohemian rhapsody by Queen, such a classic. I opened the car door and stepped out. I opened the door and found Zacky sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I immediately ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him, "Whats wrong babe?" I asked as he hugged me back. "It's Aysha." he sobbed. "What happened?" I gasped. "She, she did it again Billie." he said so quietly it was more like a whisper. "Oh God no." I could feel tears forming in my eyes. "She's asleep now." I stood up and said, "Well I'm gonna talk to her. I kissed Zacky on the lips and made my way to the stair case. "Billie, please don't make her go to therapy." I heard Zacky say. I turned and looked at him, his eyes were full of concern. "I won't." I said quietly. I wasn't sure, she hates doctors and I don't want her to go through being analysed and judged on everything she says and does. But what if it comes to that? I really didn't know anymore. I made my way up to Aysha's room, there was a light on and I heard her singing what a catch, Donnie by Fall out boy. I knocked twice and I heard a weak, "Come in." I walked in to find her stood in front of a painting easel wearing her old Jack Daniels T-shirt, and her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. I giggled when I saw she had a streak of blue paint across her cheek. "huh?" she said. She looked into her mirror and started giggling. She went back to her painting. "Aysha, can I talk to you?" I asked. "about what?" she sounded guilty. "Zacky told me." I said, sighing. "Dad, please," I cut her off. "Aysha, I keep giving you chance after chance. I love you, but you need help." after I said that, she looked to the floor.

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