Hilly POV :||

I stayed in my room for weeks. I ate infrequently, and cried all the time. I always had my room dark, the shades down, no light.

Ever since Barbie J decided to murder me, I've been in a mild depression. John, Teddy, and Paul haven't come to see me yet. Not once in all these weeks. Teddy most likely joined a band and forgot all about me.

John and Paul have a band, and their most likely forgetting about me as well. So, that's what I've been doing. Staying indoors and crying. No sleep, not a lot of food, tiny sips of water. That's my life at the moment.

"Hillary?" comes my mothers soft voice. "Yes?" I sigh, chocking on a sob. "Your father and I, we've been thinking long and hard about telling you this. Its time we do." my mother says, sitting beside me. They are going to tell me I'm going to jail, I know it.

"Hillary, we used to be Teddy." my father says. I look at each of them, imaging leather on them. Them? Teddies? Is that even possible? "You guys used to be Teddy?" I say. My parents nod, and hand me a picture.

My father had leather everything, and my mom wore a leather dress, with leather jacket and shoes. "Oh my god." I say, handing them the picture. They give me a sympathetic smile, and exit my room.

I collapse back on my bed, and sob even harder.

Written By Chandler .