A Saviour

I knew what to do, the only thing in fact, but I wasn't gonna stay at home forevre, just had some preparations to get done, as in convince them all to let me go home, "Look I know I would have to live with my mom, but if she would listen to me I could convince her to get help, psychological help. The only reason she's doing this, is to make her think she's fine, when in reality she's not." "I don't know. How old is your mom?" "32. I know she's old enough to make her own decisions, but this one is gonna be made by me, and for her own good." "Well, Andy, tell the driver we are going to Vanessa's, where do you live kid?" "3321, Beech Dr." "We're going there." Soon enoguh the engine roared and we were off to my house, school had ended, but mom wasn't off work I hope they all could help me convince her, otherwise I was really gonna result to suicide, "I missed something who is this?" Jinxx asked. "I'm Vanessa, and don't worry I'm not gonna stay long." "Well, I might make you." Juliet said. "Jinxx you should've been awake." "I'm sorry I'm a tired person, does Jake know?" "No. You're in the category with him, is he asleep?" I asked. "I don't know." "Fine, well nice to meet you, and I will see never, becuase this is a once in a life time event." "Not really." Juliet said. "What's in store?" Andy asked. "Orphanage." I said. "No." She said. "Dead." "Nope." "Then what?" "I don't know," she said, "just something better than what you're in right now." I left it at that, and stayed seated, until we reached home, and just in time, mom's car drove up after 5 minutes passed, "That's her! We have to go now!" I said in command, "Mom!" I yelled trying to distract her, "What the hell are you doing in a tour bus?" "Being famous." "Really?" "No. But I did find some famous people, who want to see you." Soon enough the band walked out, and Juliet by Andy's side. "You mean to tell me famous people that you know?" "Yeah. But they saved me." It sounded inspirational. "Hello, I'm Andy Biersack and this is my girl Juliet Simms. Nice to meet you!" "Hey, I'm Jake part of BVB nice to meet you as well." "I'm Ashley Purdy, play bass for the band nice to meet you!" "Jinxx, hey." "Christian Coma, preferred to be called CC, drums, pleasure to meet you." "Okay, Cassie Vanessa's mom." "Okay great start! We stay out here, we aren't going in the house." "Why? It's rather clean." My mom said. "I know. It's not the way it looks it what's in it." I said giving her a angry, concerned look. "You need help." Andy said. "With what? With my drinking? Yeah, I know I don't need emo faggots telling me how to live." "Mom! They aren't faggots, if anything you can't even stay sober, at least not when you're home, you can't listen to me, because you're drunk! You know what I go through at school," she stuttered, "exactly you don't because you never listen. I would call CPS, but I don't want to live with my asshole of a father! Plus would want me living with him, no you wouldn't, you need help! I don't want to live like this!" "Listen to your daughter, do you see her right now?" Juliet said, tears streamed down my cheeks, but they felt like acid, but when they left my eyes it made me feel better. "I see her." "But do you know her pain, she can't talk to someone who won't listen!" Ashley said. "Yes, look at her wrists." Andy grabbed me, and lifted up my jacket sleeve, "Now think how painful it is for her to carve those memories into herself." My mom must of thought, becuase she started to cry, "I'm a horrible mother." "No you aren't, just go to a counciler, you don't beat her up, thank God." Jake said. "You just need to listen." Juliet said. "I will." "Good."

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