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Adopted by Pierce The Veil

the back room

I ran to the back room. I sat there, crying. I couldn't hold it back anymore. they didn't know. I couldn't help the feeling. that I was never going to get better. like the world would suddenly close in on me. leaving me breathless.
I don't know. maybe it was just the drugs. maybe it was my sorry excuse for a life. how could I possibly think that I could just get better? that would never do anything. these drugs were all I had. maybe I'd try LSD. or acid. I needed something. something to keep me alive. because my life wasn't cutting it.
I felt empty inside. nothing could replace this constant feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach. my thoughts were interrupted by a knock. "amy?" the voice asked. I could tell it was Uncle Tony. he was the only person that kept me sane. he was my go to.
"come in," I said. he walked in and looked all around to make sure I was okay. was I okay? I never knew the answer to questions like that. was I ok? hm. I honestly don't know. I looked around and saw that it would only be him in the room. I knew that I shouldn't feel this way. I should let them in. I should let them help me. I should. but I couldn't.
it was issued that I had created on my own. "what's wrong? what's been going on?" he asked in a nice, soothing voice. how could I just stand here, in front of him? spill my guts to him? he hardly knew me. I guess I should grow some and just come out with it.
"I've felt this way for weeks. I've been partying and that's where it came to me. they tried to get me to try drugs. and at first, i said no. but they convinced me. they lured me into this. trying to make do it. and they eventually succeeded." I said. he nodded. he looked at me with open eyes. aware. of everything.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed. he wrapped me in a hug letting me weep into his shirt. I don't know, what's wrong with me. I never opened up to anyone. and no one ever opened up to me. so I cried for a bit. and got up and walked out. I walked out to my stash, pulling out everything that I had. I dropped it on the floor in front of them. "all of them," I said. they nodded. and then they all wrapped me in a hug.
this was my family.

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