I'm Not Okay (Gerard Way x Reader) DISCONTINUED

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Aye! So I guess you probz know the x reader stuff so I don't need to tell you. Feel free to correct my mistakes and give me ideas ~ Fran

Hey, I'm (Y/N). I'm eighteen. I have social anxiety, anxiety, depression and anger issues. (If you don't just pretend) My life is quite hard. My mom and dad died in a car crash last year. My dad was driving, he shouldn't have been. You see my dad was really abusive and an alcoholic but I knew deep down that he loved us.

•Flashback•

I was sitting in the backseat of our small green car, dad in the drivers seat and mom in the passengers seat. All I can remember is that I was rushed to hospital with my parents. They didn't make it. I did. I'm really grateful for that.

•Now•

"(Y/N)!" My Aunt called "Get your lazy butt down here at once and help me wash up!"
I groan and crawl out of bed and brush (H/L) (H/C) hair. After that I clean my teeth. It's already 1pm. Lately I've been getting up really late (it's probably because I stay up late on Tumblr). I look around my room, posters everywhere mainly P!ATD, MCR, FOB, ATL and SWS because music has always been my life so much in fact i can play three instruments: piano; guitar and drums. I learned the drums from my cousin, Josh. Josh is in a band. Well a duo. it's called Twenty One Pilots. It's quite successful, when I say that I mean VERY, he even won a Grammy.
"(Y/N)-"
"HOLD YOUR HAIR ON I'M COMING!"