I started a new story, only one at a time though. My insomnia has turned into something really bad, so I don't have that much time anymore, but I will be updating this often.
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Chapter 1
Why Can't Anyone?

My dad: Lost in a world of alcohol and drugs.

My mom: Lost in the world of not knowing what to do as I fall to the ground due to harsh-ness of my father.

My sister: Lost in a world of confusion as she walks down the to her doom in the church, married to a man who puts any other religion besides his own down.

My brother: Only family member of mine who I have ever trusted. Killed by my father as he increased the legal limit of drugs and stormed down the highway into a cement wall. My loving and loved brother died as my unloving and unloved -at lest by me and my sister- father is still very alive.

My sister's husband: Shuns me and spoils his mouth with words at me because, I have no religion at all.

My boyfriend: I once, loved and adored him, as I thought he did of me, I was wrong. He has changed into something new and abusive.

My best friend: Only one person in my whole life has ever been there for me when I need it, is this person. I love him to death. I would be no one without him. I would have every tiny drop of energy taken out of me as my father knocks me down to the ground.

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I walked through this once beautiful town, now covered in graffiti and under aged people drinking out of brown paper bags in a sad at temp of hiding what their doing from the cops even though the cops don't care. They have given up on this sad town. It scares me when I see someone dressed in black walking by because I have no idea of what their intention is. I use to just see people dressed all in black walk by and smile at this one highly populated happy clean town. I want to get out, but I have nothing to go about. I am a twenty- three year old that still lives at home with my parents. Sad, right? I should be in a university studying literature then be working at a hospital at the main desk watching people I don't know die as the thoughts of my broken down family burn through my head and heart. Who ever said they weren't connected, was wrong.


All I seem to have at times is my writing, my music, and Blake, my best friend. I walked over the large holes and cracks in the cement of the outside floor. Seeing one tree in sight, that might actually be dead. I hate this place, it sets the mood as a bad mood. Nothing to live for mood. This town its self sets the mood for a nothing to live for town.

I walked over to my broken down house with the wooden steps leading up to the front door of everything. I put my key in the keyhole and turned it as I poked my head in for A second not seeing my dad siting there watching television, drinking, or shooting up. I thought it would be a free-bee for me as walked in and slowly and quietly closed the door behind me. I tip-toed stealthy like to my small room and shut the door behind me.

My room is covered in art work Blake and I did one summer when the walls of my room began to crack due to the old age, and not well taken care of house. I relaxed on my bed and pulled out my note book I got from the store earlier on that day with noting writ en in it. Pages waiting to be filled. To me, there is nothing better in the world than opening a new writing book and smelling the new, fresh pages waiting to be written in.

About a hour passed within my writing, I already have pages filled with poems, and a small story I began to write. I heard foot steps. My fathers, none the less. My mom is at work and my sister Annie moved out as soon as she found a guy to marry her and support her. I'd rather wait for the right guy to come along than marry some guy just to escape my father. His foot steps grew closer as I hugged my note book to my chest and my knees as well as the door slowly creaked open as my father's head emerged into the room seeing me siting there. He flew the door open, grabbing my note book, and tossing out the window.

"What have I told you about spending money on ridicules note books that you write those crappy writing in, instead of help supporting the house you live in and your family!" He grew closer to where I can smell his breath. Not shocking me whats so ever, his breath smelled of beer.

"Huh ch-child? Gi-give me a expla-na-nation!" he slurred his words obviously drunk.

" Like you help me and mom with your drinking all day. YOU don't even have a job." I got up the nerve to say as he looked at me with one eye squinting. He shoved me knocking me down to where I was laying on the bed. He pushed me once more and I rolled off the bed by a strong force and while going down, I hit my head on a end table that was at the corner of my bed.

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Chapter 2

Looking at the clock, 11:42 p.m. I am sick of all the things I am put through every day. How hard I work just to be shoved to the ground. I held a rag tied up with ice inside up to my head where I had hit it earlier. I am waiting for my father to fall asleep. I put the home made ice pack down as I got up quietly trying not to make the floor squeak. I opened the door a crack to see no light shining through. I took a few steps out, within closing the door behind me. I slowly walked to my front door, keeping an eye out for him, my father that is. Once into my front room I can see him sleeping on the couch. I didn't take my eye off of him as I opened the front door and walked out. I stumbled over rocks in my gang way leading to my small backyard. I seen my note book he threw out the window. I walked over to it. I picked it up and hugged it. I pulled the pen out from my pocket and sat down on the rusty swing set my father once built for my brother and I when he use to be clean. Tears came to my eye as I remembered Dallon, my twin brother.

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Flash Back
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"Kasey!" Dallon shouted out my name as I ran up to see what he was holding in his hand. "Look! its a weird key thing!" He held up his hand putting it before my eight year old eyes. It was a rusty key he found barred in the dirt in our back yard.

"What is that for?" I questioned.

"I don't know, but it's funny looking." He responded.

"Well, lets go explore to see what it is for!"

We ran off to the inside of out house searching everything to find a keyhole to something. We came across a couple, but the key didn't fit. I took the key and put it in my pocket. For some reason, everything that has ever been that important to me, goes in my pocket. Like my pen, and that key. We walked outside and across the street and a block left to go the the store where they sold juice, chips, caned food, and beer in the back. I got a ice tea, and Dallon got a soda.

As we got back to the front of my house, my mom pulled up and we both hugged her. She has always worked to hard. My dad walked out side. He was walking funny and talking funny as he drove Dallon to his basket ball game. I had a bad feeling, something was wrong. My mother and I walked into the kitchen of my house as she began dinner. Annie walked into the room and sat down next to me at the kitchen table and helped me finish my math homework. The phone rang. My mother picked it up with a smile.

"Hello?" she said smiling at me and Annie. I watched as her smile faded away and she dropped to the floor with tears rushing out of her eyes. She was sobbing.

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Tears began building up in my eyes. That was the last time I saw my brother. I pulled the key out of my pocket as I always have it in one of my pockets. I held it him my hands and looked at the shovel my brother used all those years ago to dig up this key, laying against the fence.

I got up, putting the key into my pocket and stumbled up to my front door, now not even caring if my father was awake or not. I walked into my room, shut the door and locked it, like I do before I go to bed every night. I took the key out of my pocket and put it on my end table and changed into a big T shirt and ripped up pajama pants. I relaxed down on my bed and before I knew it, I was asleep.

Chapter 3

"Hey" Someone said. I was being awaken from my dream by a gentle shake from someone. I plopped up and waiting a couple of seconds before my vision came out of a blur seeing a pair of gentle brown eyes on me.

"Blake? How did you get in here?" I said putting my legs over the side of my bed and looking at him. I rubbed my eyes. I locked the door, so it kind of freaked me out how he got in here.

"Window, you never lock your window Kasey." He said and smiled at me.

"Well, damn. You must be a monkey then.'' He must have had to climb up the tree. I looked to him as he shrugged and bit into a apple. How come every time I see him he is eating a random fruit? He pushed my hair away from my eye showing a bruise under it. He looked back down to my eyes as they showed sadness.

"Kasey... You need to get away from him..." He was right, but I have no where to go. I was offered to go and live with my sister but all her husband would do is the same thing my father does to me. So, it does not matter that much. I looked at Blake and he hugged me tightly. "Come on, lets go get some break fest. My treat." He said as I got up then told him to turn around as I threw on a pair of old jeans and my best sweater.

We walked down the hallway of my house to the front door. At my front room, we saw my father siting on the couch with a needle in his arm. Blake put his arm around me and turned my head.

"When did he get in here?" My father said pissed off. We ignored him and walked out the door and slammed it. Once we were a block away from my house, he took his arm from around me and smiled.

He led the way as I followed him to our favorite coffee/ break fest place. Being with him always makes me feel so much better and forget all of the horrible things that go on in my life every day. We walked into the restaurant and seated ourselves. We sat in a both across from each other and made small talk about common things and music. We got into the conversation of my favorite band. Panic! at the Disco when my phone began to ring. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. Jay, my boyfriend. I looked over to Blake and rolled my eyes as I picked up.

"Hello?" I said as I twirled my hair with my finger waiting to be questioned a million times by him. Questions like "Where have you been?" and "Who are you with?"

"Hey K, I got two concert tickets to your favorite band. Panic! at the Disco and Fall Out Boy will be there." My eyes lit up. After a couple of minutes of talking to him I hung up and told Blake the news.

"That's too awesome! But.. am I invited?" Blake said as I pretended to shake my head and him smile faded away. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Of course your invited Blake!" He smiled.

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Chapter 4
Stop



"We're going down down in an earlier round,
and sugar we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
a loaded god complex cock it and pull it"

Patrick sang as I sang with him. He was so close right now. I could actually see the color of his eyes. Andy, is of course, shirtless. Blake and I were singing a long to every lyric, and Fall Out Boy is only our second favorite band. I can't wait for Panic to come on. I heard the dropped the out the exclamation point. It's alright by me. I just can't wait for the next album. After the song ended, Pete started to talk.

"Las Vegas is truly a amazing place to be, Who agrees?" Pete said into the microphone as everyone screamed.
"Well, We would like to get our favorite band out here!" The crowd screamed as they all left the stage. On the way out, Patrick looked at me and smiled as I waved. My face felt like it was turning pale.

I turned to Blake talking as Jay just stood silent and once and a while looked at me. I never really ever see Jay smile. About fifteen minutes passed, and all of Panic's stuff was out, there back round, and instruments. This was my first Panic at the Disco concert ever, and I'm excited. The thing that got both of out attention from making small talk was the Panic at the Disco theme music. We both looked at each other and then turned our heads and st aired at one side. The first person we saw was Jon walk out and wave to the crowd. Then Brendon, Ryan, and lastly, Spencer. Damn, Brendon is so... wow up close.

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After the concert
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We all sat at burger king talking about the concert. I thought is was too amazing to be true. Ryan looked at me a couple of times as well. I thought I was going to faint when he did.

"So, who do you thing was better? Fall Out Boy or Panic at the Disco?" Blake asked.

"They both were too awesome!" I shouted, not too loud to have people looking at me all strange. Blake and I both began talking some more when Jay int erupted.

"I think they both suck." Jay said as I glared at him and Blake showed anger in his eyes.

"No one asked you!" Blake sat at Jay as Jay's eyes got larger.

"If it wasn't for me Blake, you wouldn't have gone!"

"If it wasn't for you, Kasey wouldn't be bruised up worse then she is from her father." Oh no, Blake said the wrong thing.

"You told him?!" Jay looked at me with angry eyes. Oh no. I ducked my head down as he looked at Blake who was across from us at the booth. "It doesn't matter. But, Blake stay out of our business."

"No, she is my business, she is my best friend!" Blake said back. This was bad. Too bad.

"Alright then. you seem to love her so much. Lets fight for her!" Jay got up and walked out the door as Blake followed stomping behind him. I chased after as fast as I could, but by the time I was out there, Jay already threw the first punch, and it hit Blake. I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed as loud as I could, at the top of my lungs, and they stooped.

"Blake, lets leave." I said helping him up off of the ground and glaring at Jay. We began to walk away as Jay came up behind me ready to punch. I turned around, and punched him in the nose, he didn't expect it at all.

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Blake and I walked up to my front stares as I looked at his hurt nose.

"I'm sorry Blake, don't fight for me ever again, I can fight for myself, kay?" I said as his eye was looking really bad. None of that shouldn't have just happened. He nodded and walked away. I walked inside, seeing my father asleep on the couch. I shock my head and walked to my room

Chapter 5
It Can't Be



I walked into my bedroom and put on my pajamas. I brushed my hair, and relaxed down on my bed, not ready to fall asleep. I looked to my wall which had a Panic at the Disco poster. I smiled at it. My life is so rough. They are one of the three things keeping me alive. Panic, Fall Out Boy, and Blake. I felt a single tear come to my eye. I never cry, why am I crying so much lately? I got up with anger rushing over me and stormed into the front room and I was soon looking at the man who has made my whole life nothing but a hole. The man who took the life of my twin brother. I still feel the pain of losing him. He was a part of me, and still is. I walked into the kitchen fast and took out all of the beer in there and Fed it to the drain. Dumped it all down...

I pulled out a garbage bag from under the sing, in the cubit, and shoved all of the bottles, and cans into the bag. I carried it down the back satires, through the back yard, through the door to the alley, and into the dumpster, where the garbage men will be here to pick it up tomorrow. I walked back up the satires, and through the door. I opened up my fathers chest where all of his beloved drugs, and needles are, and flushed the drugs down the toilet. I shoved the needles behind a book on my bookcase, which he will never look behind.

There is one last thing I must do. I took his wallet on the television and took every penny out. I walked into my mom's room where she was sleeping, and took her purse from on the door handle of her closet, opened her wallet, and put the money out of my father's into her wallet, where it belongs. I am not going to let him to this to us any longer. No more... No more

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I yawned with my eyes still shut. I actually didn't get waken up today. This is a odd feeling. I relaxed waiting for my body to reboot. I felt the sheets below me. They feel different. They felt softer, as did my pillow. I put my hands on my head and ran my figures through my hair. It felt shorter. I opened my eyes slightly to see a complete different environment then my bedroom. Shutting my eyes again, thinking I might still be half in my dream. I waited around five more minutes and opened my eyes slightly again. I popped out of bed looking around me. "Oh, I'm still dreaming!" I thought to myself. I love dreams where you know your still dreaming... But, to be honest to myself, It felt like real life. I wanted to wake up. I put my legs over the side of the king-sized bed. I looked around the beautiful bedroom. Everything, was so... clean. I put my bare feet on the soft rug on the floor. I stood up seeing a beautiful pair of silk pajama pants, as well as my shirt.

Do I really want to actually wake up from this dream? I Have to if I should get up on time for work. How to wake myself up? Scare myself out of the dream! I ran around the room slamming myself into the wall, then falling to the ground. I felt all the pain and clutched onto my head as I lay ed on the ground from the fall. This isn't a dream... Is it?! I got up off the ground and slowly opened the door as my heart pounded, thinking about why I am in this extremely nice house. I looked into the hall seeing a kitchen.

"Hello?" I called out, hearing my own voice, thinking it sounds a little off. I took one step out looking left and right seeing no one. I walked slowly into the kitchen and looked around the nice, newly tiled floor. My bare feet hit the floor one step after another. This is so confusing. I know I'm not sleeping now. I gulped as I explored down another hall, seeing a bath room. I walked down the hall and walked into the bathroom. I switched on the lights to see a little better. I looked into the clear, nice mirror and screamed.

This is not me! I am in another girls body! I recognize who she... or I am. I gulped as I looked to my green eyes, and short black hair. I heard fast moving foot steps as I sat on the edge of the bathtub covering my eyes scared.

"Alice? Alice! Are you okay? I heard screaming!" A voice I recognize... It can't be... It just can't be. I opened my eves slowly and looked up to a pair of dark brown eyes.

"Br-Br-Brendon Ur-Ur-Urie?" I said looking up at him as my face grew pale and my stomach turned and ached. I knew I recognized the girl's body I'm in... Alice, Brendon Urie's girlfriend.

"Sweet heart, you look like you have seen a ghost." He said, Brendon was talking to me... I felt my eyes roll back as my vison became black. I fainted.