Nobody's Hero

"This is all your fault Addisan. I should have just left you with mom and dad." Those words stung. Andy had just punched through the fucking door. "I want you out. I'm not changing my mind either," he said looking at his knuckles, that were currently flowing thick red blood out of them. The tears were running down my neck. I didn't want this. I didn't want anything to happen.

I knew something was too good to be true.

Something was wrong, and I knew it. "Fine, you won't see me when you wake up tomorrow," I croaked out. "I'm sorry I fucked up your life." I turned around and walked into my room. "Goodbye, Andy."

I closed the bathroom door and locked it, something that just came naturally anymore. All my stuff was at Austin's. Nothing was here, the most I had was my sweatshirt and shoes. I sat on the bed and put my forehead on my knees. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be better here. I was supposed to be happy. I wasn't supposed to be dreading waking up every morning.

I fucked up my brother's life, I fucked up the band. I fucked up everything. I didn't do anything right.

I stood up, putting my hood on and walking all the way down to the basement, to hear silence in the whole house. There was no noise, which wasn't normal.

I walked over to the Mac that sat on the black desk in the corner. I unlocked my account and opened up the internet. As I looked at the website and I looked at what times would work for me, I started rummaging through the messy drawers, but not with out my tears spilling on everything in the drawer.

I felt the hard, yet flexible item and picked it up. I finished my purchase with it and walked to the printer, grabbing the paper off the dock. I folded it and slid it in my back pocket. I had a good three hours before I plan on leaving for my destination. I don't care anymore. I cancelled all of my credit cards, so nothing would get charged.

I was trying to forget everything that has happened in the past three years.

I was trying to forget:

The suicide attempts.
The ridiculous fights with Ashley.
My stupid little school girl crush on Alan.
Oliver Sykes.

And worst of all...

I am trying to forget, Andy. I know in my heart I won't be able to forget my only older brother, the only one I had, but what's done is done. And in conclusion, mine and Andy's relationship is done.

I deleted my account on the computer, turned it off and put my head back. At this point, I don't want to wait until I have to leave, I just want to get out of here. I can hear Andy screaming, throwing things and cursing from down here. I don't want to hear that, especially knowing, I'm the reason why he is like that.

Fuck this.

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"Jake, thank you," I whispered, as Jake stopped the car. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I'm really am sorry."

"Ads, don't be sorry. I will always be a call away, good luck, Addisan," he said, smiling. I gave him one last smile and walked into the building. I still had two hours until I planned to be gone, but I needed to get out of that house. I couldn't sit there for another second, and thankfully, Jake was willing to give me a ride.

I sat in one of the black chairs and looked at everyone. Everyone had a family to go to, I had nobody. Hell, I didn't even have five bucks on me. I probably look terrible right now. I will make a bet with you, I look homeless, I swear. People are giving me sympathetic looks, and it's sickening me.

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"Flight, 139, boarding now. Flight 139 boarding now."

I stood up and walked over to the door, pulling my ticket out of my back pocket. I handed it to the girl and she nodded, letting me through.

I looked for my seat, thankfully having a window, and just stared at the people walking on.

It's time for me to start a new life at home. And by home.. I mean Cincinnati. I'm going home, to the place where I belong.

Notes

ugh this is pissing me off because this isn't a love story. SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING FACE WHY DONt ya?

sorry for this sucky, short chapter but it had to happen.

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love you slutmuffins!