I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

Lyric's Pov.
I put on my eyeliner making it like spider webs. To be honest it's kind of freaky. I was about to leave but I see my arm and grab a hoodie. I know they wont judge but I still don't want them to see my scares. I open the door to surprise a passing Gerard.
"May I help you?" . Wow great way not to be rude Lyric. All he dose is nod and grabs my wrist hard. I wince and as soon as I do he loosens his grip and takes me to the couch. The guys stare at me.
"So talk" I almost, almost flinch.
"About what?" I say innocently as I can,.
"You know like your name, hobbies, why you ran last night" This time I do flinch, on all three parts. I wont say my real name. "Sorry you don't have to ans-" I cut him off.
"Okay so my name is Kate, hobbies fishing, cooking, shooting, throwing knives and why I ran you scared me at first" Great, at least I didn't include cutting as a hobby.
"Oh" His voice is full of a I know your lying so cough up. "You see Kate I think you are really Lyric Jade, a girl who ran because she is scared, maybe a lonely, scared seventeen year old girl" Shit, that hurt. I remember something. I shake my head no.
"What's today?"
"The twelfth of June why?" My birth day!!! I'm eighteen. I jump up and do a 'happy dance' in my head. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm eighteen not seventeen by the way" He looks confused.
"The news lady said you were seventeen right Mike's" I see Mikey nod and I smirk.
"But Gerard that was yester day not today" Another confused look. "Today's my birthday idiot" He smiles.
"Got ya in your lie"
"What" Then it hits me. He got me to admit who I was. That mother fucker. "You little-"
"Happy birthday Lyric." I smile and walk away. I open the fridge and scan it. Nothing good, or what ill eat. They all look at me. I mean there was a lot of food in there.
"What?"
"Eat it's okay"
"Nah I'm okay" Truth was I was starving, but because of the words the names I don't eat a lot.
"Your a twig" I shrug and glare at them saying drop it with my eyes.
(Three hours later)
I lay on the suicide bunk AKA my bunk. I would of taken the couch but they wouldn't let me. I listen to my music for hours and almost smile. I want to get in my pajama while the guys are outside laughing. I get on my bottoms and take of my hoodie and outer shirt leaving me in a skin tight cammie. I lift it up so I can see my scars and so I can change tops. But with my luck the door slams open and I see five guys staring at my scar written stomach.

Notes

I want feed back people!!!