Nobody's Hero

As I sat in my seat against the window, I slowly watched the people walk on the plane. It was dreadful, when they get off this plane, they are most likely going to have something to look forward too. I, on the other hand, have no idea what I'm going to do when I get off this plane. I have no where to go, I have nobody here. I am just going to have to figure it out for myself, I guess.

As we finally landed, I didn't want to get out of my seat. Now that I think about it, I am regretting coming back here. But, I was stuck.

I could either, stay in California, and have Oliver think I'm dead, and be going after my brother, to soon find out I'm not dead. Or, come back to Ohio and start fresh. My mind was telling my Ohio, but my heart was telling me California. Cliché as fuck, tell me something I don't know. I stood up in my seat, only for my limbs to go numb, and stumble over. I quickly regained my balance and followed everyone off of the plane.

To be honest, I remember Cincinnati like the back of my hand, which was good on my part. I would be able to do everything I can to get my life back on track.

I had no bags, so I was right out of the airport, and thinking of where to go.

There really wasn't anywhere for me to go, because I don't have money, and my stupid self, decided to cancel all of my credit cards. Right now, my instinct would be to call Andy, and have him help me out, but that's not a choice.

I had to think. I left the airport grounds and started walking around the streets of Cincinnati, everything I see bringing me back to when I was sixteen. I didn't want to remember when I was sixteen, but remembering anything other than my experience in California is fine.

Looking around I think of everything that my parents would be saying to me if I was still with them. I have a feeling that if I would have just staying here, nothing would have happened. The suicide, the drugs, everything that happened down there. Yeah, I would have still be a pain in the ass, but that's just who I am, and everyone knows that.

Well, at least some people think I'm a pain in the ass like...

- Andy's POV -
She did this. She did this. I should have never took her in. I should have just left her in the dust with mom and dad, like I did every year before that.

Now, she's gone. Now, I'm pretty sure she is never going to talk to me again. But, in the end, there is only one person I can blame for all of this.

Myself.

I'm sitting here, blaming Addie for all of this, when it was me who did this. It was me who fucked everything up. It was me. Ashley probably isn't going to come and talk to me again, same for Addie, the band is never going to be the same, and now someone is looking to kill me. Someone is looking to kill me because I helped my sister. My sister, that is apparently dead.

I know she's gone, and I don't care anymore. She can be in fucking China and I wouldn't care. As long she isn't in this fucking house, we are fine. Well, I am fine.

After sitting in my room for about four and a half hours, I finally got the energy to get up and see what's going on around here.

I feel like I've been dead the past four hours, I have just been sitting there, screaming and cursing. It wasn't relaxing at all. Granted, I sobered up a bit, but all this stress is wanting me to chug another case of Corona.

Opening the door and walking down the stairs, there was an uneasy silence throughout the house. No one was anywhere to be seen. I was getting a very foreign thought.

I wonder where Addie is?

I shouldn't, but I am wondering that. I walked into the basement and over to the computer. Her account was gone. Opening her account was the only way I could find out where she was. Right now, I don't know why I am so worried, I shouldn't be. I am mad at her.

- Addie's POV -
It was cold. No, it was freezing. I don't remember it being this cold when I lived up here, but I guess you just get used to the California weather.

Throughout the day, I just sat on a bench, thinking of what I could do. When the sun started setting, I got up and started my journey.

Making all the necessary turns, and carefully watching the street signs, I made my way up the street and walked up to the door.

I clenched my fist, and brought it up to the large wooden door, my knuckles making contact with it. I stood there for awhile, and before I brought my hand up again, the door opened and revealed someone I never thought I would see again. She looked, shocked, to say the least. Or, at least I think.

"Mom?"

Notes

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