We're Dancing Fancy Piourettes Chapter 2

"Why did you just tell her to take her pills?" Brendon asked His face was so confused, What the hell brendon?

"Dont tell him, Jon. He'll get scared." I said giggeling
"Why not? He'll be happy to know hes not the only one."
"wait! What do you mean jon?" Brendon asked
"Fine I WILL TELL YOU!" I screamed "I have ADHD!" I said with a grin.
"When I was around 12 years old I was classified for it and I had to take pills. I have a short attention span when it comes to stuff I have to actually put an effort into. But not with singing."
Brendon stared at me.

"Are you serious?" He asked.
"Yes. I am" I answeredwhile i put my head under my pillow. I was tired. But I was Hyper.
I heard a groan.
"Great! Now theres going to be two of you!" I heard Ryan exclaim
"Wait." I said. "Brendon, You have ADHD, too?" I asked.

He nodded with a smirk
"Lovely." I replied. As i snuck back under the covers.
Jon pulled me back out and sat me up on the floor.
"Let me look at you." He said Examining me (No not like that! God you have a sick mind)
I had changed, well physicaly. My hair was dyed to a red with black streaks. I was kinda short but not much and my face changed a little. I was still the same. THough less hyper. I made myself not be soo hyper. I couldnt use ADHD as an excuse. So I calmed down a little bit.
"You havent changed a bit." He said. Giving me his smile of a life time.
I smiled back. "Im taking a shower I need to get ready, Jon." I said. "Nice meeting all of you." They nodded I got up and left my room and they followed and went down the steps to the kitchen. I ran to the shower and put the water on. The warm water hit my back and it felt so refreshing. I looked at my arms and saw the remaining scars that had left their mark. I frowned. How could I ever do this to myself? IT was simple really. I was lonely and only Josh Jeremy and Zach would be there. I would never date any of them. They only knew what I did to my self. Part of the reason the rest of the European tour was canceld. I took my skin as just a piece of paper and I shreded it. The most thing that meant to me wasnt even in existent. I had nothing that met the most to me. I've been single since 16 and my last boyfriend was a douche. I sighed. It was over with though. My habbit was almost broken and the razorblade was safe and sound it the back of the medicine cabinet. It had remained untouched for about two months. Never again. I thought. I turned the water off and looked at myself in the mirror. I had the same old scar on the side of my face since 14. God. I didnt want it there. I breathed a deep breath and took my hairdryer. Blocking out noise and keeping myself quiet never went together. I hated being in the bathroom a lone. I was always afraid i would hurt myself, then some how die, then no one would find me. I looked down at my hair and fixed it up. Hairspray. Dye. Brush. Done. I put my black and white striped shirt on and my skinny jeans and walked down stairs. Everyone else was in the living room but Ryan was just sitting in the kitchen drinking ice tea.
I smiled.