Andy Biersack As i sit in my room, the peace and quiet is music to my ears. The darkness is soothing to my eyes. I breath slowly. No screaming, no shouting. People snoring that's all. I see my BVB posters plastered all over my walls. If only you were here Andy. At the age of 6 I lost my mum to breast cancer, she fought hard but soon it was to much. I was there when she took her last breath, she told me she loved me. That was all. After that my #life turned into Cinderella's, my father remarried with in a few short months. I now have a step brother. He is 19 years old and 6"1. He is a drunk and does drugs, like my father and that woman he calls his wife. I care for them, I work, I pay bills, get food, in hope they will change. So far no luck. I cut, I cry I am falling apart but they can't see that. To them I am a rat, a waste of space and air. This is my story, my #life. My ending I stand there folding the laundry , while making sure breakfast hasn't burnt to a crisp. "NATASHA, I HOPE YOU HAVENT BURNT BREAKFAST AGAIN!!!!", a woman's voice echoes round the room. "Yes, Mia. It's fine", I say with a sigh As the lady with the perfect blonde hair walks downstairs in her red silk robe, she gives me her look Of pitty . " Hello Mia", I say with a slight bit of anger. Behind her was Mac her beloved son, then behind him my "beloved" father. My father was a business man, he has traveled far and wide to support out family, ever since he lost mum and married that monster he no longer has that twinkle. "The breakfast is burnt, you waste of space", I see mac come closer, I fell a pain in my head. I see nothing...