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Run Away Before It's Too Late

We Are Like Young Volcanoes

We Are Like Young Volcanoes
Title Credit to FOB
*****************Kathandria’s POV*****************
I giggle. You know, Oli freaking out about Johnnie and me was rather funny. After the fact that is. I’m afraid of what might happen if he actually has his own daughter, his own flesh and blood. Dear Jesus, I’ll have to pray for her even though I don’t pray nor care for God. I pull out my phone and shift through my playlists until I find the one I want to hear right now. Chris Motionless’s voice blares through the speakers of my phone.
I begin to sing along to the song. I smile wistfully as the song ends. I give a Cheshire grin that has Johnnie breaking out into a sweat. He saw my little handiwork a few days back. Oli’s voice blast through my phone. I grin and begin to sing along to it.
“For the love of God, will you bit your tongue
Before we make you swallow it
It’s moments like this when silence is golden

And then you speak

No one wants to hear you
No one wants to see you
So desperate and pathetic
I’m begging you to spare me the pleasure of your company

When did the diamonds leave your bones?

I’m burning down every bridge we make
I’ll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I’m bleeding out every word you say
Go to hell for heaven’s sake!” I stop to breathe for a second. I feel like I’m being watched. I blush and look behind me. Johnnie and Oli are looking at me with their mouths agape. I blush and wave slightly. Oli breaks out of the shock first for he grins and rushes at me. He squishes me into a hug while he bawls dramatically. I roll my eyes. Oli is such a drama queen, I swear.
“Oh my baby girl! She can sing and scream! She’s growing up so fast! It makes me feel sad and old! You’re going to have to do a set with us.” He says suddenly serious. I look at him and furiously shake my head. Like Hell that’s happening! I can’t stand large crowds. It’s partially because of my anxiety. I’m trembling like a leaf in a windstorm just thinking about it. How the hell does he expect me to actually stand in front of a crown, no matter the size, without passing out?!
I push Oli away and begin tugging at my hair as I pace. I look at Oli as if he’s insane and needs to be checked into a psychiatric hospital. “No. Just no Oliver. I can’t do that! I have anxiety, social anxiety, and social phobia and shit. NO. Just hell no. I can’t do that. I’ll pass out or worse! You have no idea how bad it is! I’m hyperventilating just fucking thinking about it! I’m not even doing it yet! I’m shit at singing and/or screaming anyway! So why the hell would anyone and I do mean anyone want to see me banshee wail like a tone deaf dying walrus hopped up on drugs? Do tell.” I say as I tug harder on my snow white hair. Oli looks at me and tries to apologize but I’m already freaking out.
“Kathandria, Kathandria listen. Listen to me. I’ll be right by your side as will the rest of the band. They’re like your brothers and/or more fathers. Hell, some might even double up as your mother. I promise you’ll be okay. If you want, I can teach you some vocal arm-ups and exercises to help strengthen your voice. I’ll also teach you ways so that you won’t strain your throat.” Oli says. I look up at him and he coughs awkwardly and uncomfortable. “Now Kat, please don’t cry. Imma start crying if you cry.” Oli mutters embarrassed. I wipe my tears away and smile.
“I think I’d like that. Thanks Dad.” I say as I latch onto his waist. He smiles and affectionately messes up my hair. I pout and swat his hands away. “Watch the hair! While I’m not girly, I despise when my hair is messed up. It takes me forever to fix the god damn shit.” I grumble. He just smiles and shakes his head.
“C’mon. I think I’ll have the guys teach you how to play their instruments and help you blossom. I love you Kat and nothing can or will ever change that. I’ll always be proud of my little girl.” Oli says as he hugs me to him and drags me into the house.

Notes

I'm back bitches! \(^.^)/ It feels like it's been forever but that's only because of the god damn testing had to do today. I wrote most of this in school today so that's why I'm updating earlier than normal.

Comments

So what if you're "crazy". We're all "crazy" in our own way. Hell I'm even a little "crazy". Being "crazy" just means you're limited edition and not a washing machine. People need to think before they speak and open their minds before their mouths. Show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you. Kick their a$$ a little.

One of my ex-friends went to a place that's a little similar to the place you went.


If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen :)

I love the fact that he says my daughter.

@Jaxx_Hysteria
Thanks. That's good because I noticed that i'm actually pretty good at writing dark/disturbing things.

@Uchigawa_ni_shinda17
yay i like things that are dark and if you need new friends this bitch right here will love on you darlin

@jackiegirl
Sorry, I'm just seeing this now. But thank you though I don't really feel like I'm any good. Aww, that's sweet and I hope I will too.
But yeah, I'm planning on writing a new fanfic to help me feel better since it'll distract me from all the bullshit my family and "friends" are putting me through lately.
Oh P.S.: The sequel is going to be rather dark with torture (detailed descriptions probably), possible character death/murder, maybe mentions of rape (Not quite certain on this part), and more but yeah. Just a heads up.