I have now moved in to my parents. It's a wonderful feeling to be home. But after all I've been trough life has become black. I've seen people die, right in front of my eyes. I've been on drugs. I miss the hella sweet feel.
"Lady B!" Mom yells. "Lunch!"
I walk downstairs. Potatoes and meat. It doesn't even taste. My head keeps hanging down and I have no aptite. My dad notices, of course, but he doesn't say anything. He just raises one of his eyebrows. I don't eat much and soon get up on my room. I pick up my notepad. I don't have dad's skills in drawing, I suck at drawing, so I write songs instead.
There are no one to love,
everyone cheats, everyone lies.
No one is true, the world is just a place to exist in,
no point.
I throw my notepad in the wall and start crying. I hear a knock on the door.
"Bandit?" Dad's soft voice calms me down. "Can I come in?"
He closes the door carefully.
"Honey, is everything okay?" His soft voice asks with a worried tone. I shake my head.
"Dad, I've seen people die, right in front of me. I've been on drugs. I've robbed people." I cry. He frezes when I said I've been on drugs.
"What kind of drugs?" His voice is shaking.
"Heroine."
He gasps. He looks very scared and worried. I drag away my tears with my arm. My sleeve rolls up and reveals my scars.
Gerards POV
I'm shaking. She's been on drugs. She's only a child. Then her sleeve rolls up and I see what I never wanted to see on a human. Scars. She has been self harming. I gasp. She is really depressed. She quickly drags the sweater down over the scars.
"Bandit, I've been on cocaine. It's a horrible feeling you have when you're on drugs. Your head spins, you can't control your body." I say and Bandit looks up.
"You've been on drugs too?"
"But Bandit, I never ever want to see scars on you. Never hold a razorblade against yourself!" I say. Lindsey comes in.
"Sorry, I heard your little talk." Lindsey says. She dragged up her sleeve to reveal 10 scars. I already knew about them.
"Why?" Bandit asks.
"I thought I was useless. But we're not! When I joined my MSI I heard from people how talented I was. It made me happy again." Lindsey smiles against Bandit. "Then I met this handsome guy."
She leans in and kisses me. Bandit's lips are forming an smile now.
"Thanks!" She hugs us.
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, remember that!" I say when I hug my daughter.
Lindsey smiles, reliefed. Without this talk Bandit may have killed herself. I never want to say that 'Bandit killed herself', never!
(A/N, DON'T EVER THINK ON SUICIDE!)
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Where is Bandit?
TilfeldigGerard and Lindsey Way had a daughter and then when Bandit was three, she got kidnapped. Now the Way family is doing everything to get her back.
