It was August 18th, exactly 18 days before freshman year started. I wasn't ready to start high school and had been flipping out for the past week. I lived with my dad, Vic Fuentes, lead singer for Pierce The Veil. He always told me I could talk to him, but I felt stupid for flipping out. All my "friends" couldn't wait for high school. It meant you could work so you'd have money and be able to get a car, but I was scared of all that responsibility. I didn't think I could handle it.

So here I was, sitting on the bathroom floor, crying and shaking, all by myself. I had my blade next to me. I hadn't cut since my dad found out in May and helped me stop, but I was about to break my clean streak. I didn't know what else to do or where else to go. I picked it up and just held it with the tears still streaming down my face. I didn't realize my dad had walked into the bathroom until he grabbed me and pulled it out of my hand.

He held onto me for a minute and then turned to face me, "whats wrong?"

I sat there looking at him. I always had a barrier, I could never tell people what I was feeling and it sucked. I just couldn't get my thoughts out, "I'm not ready," I choked out.

"Not ready for what?" he was looking at me, so confused.

"I can't go to high school yet. I'm not ready. It's too much. There's too many decisions. Too many people. I can't handle it," I nearly was screaming and I kept hitting him, trying to break out of his grip.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're going to be fine. Nothing's going to happen," he tried calming me but I wouldn't listen. I jumped up at the first chance I got when his hold on me loosened a little and sprinted out of the bathroom. "Chloe!" he yelled my name and got up, following me.

I ran into my room and locked the door, I went on a rampage, not even feeling like myself anymore. I ripped my clothes out of my closet, shattered the mirror by my bed, flung the pillows on my bed across the room and fell on the floor, on my right side with no energy left. I started shaking and couldn't breathe.

My dad must have gotten the spare key from downstairs because he walked in and sat down next to me, pulling me into his arms and rubbing my back. I slowly calmed down and he started talking. "Chloe I was scared too. Everyone is deep down. I almost walked out of school three times on the first day of freshman year. But trust me, no one is worrying about anyone else because they're so confused and nervous about whats going on around them. And the teachers will know how scared you are and go easy on you. Try to not worry about it so much. I'll let the guidance counselor know that you're really scared and hopefully she'll say that you can come in whenever if you're getting panicky. Just breathe. I love you."

My breathing had slowed down and my heart rate went back to normal. I leaned against him and smiled as he reassured me, "love you too."

He started singing something quietly and I fell asleep before I could think of the name.

END. Hope you liked it. This is based off how I feel right now about going into freshman year on the 5th so it actually helped me to write this and sort out my feelings. Comment, subscribe, rate, please don't be a silent reader.