Snow's POV

I got to go home after a week of tests. There was a dull pain in my stomach but not enough to make me stop moving. They said I could start drumming within the next week but to take it easy for the next couple of days which bugs me, just because I died legally for like a day or so doesn't mean I can't play my drums. Andy's mother and father went with us back to the house, I really wanted to know why they cared so much now and not before, it made no fucking sense. 

"What do you want to eat Snow?" Beck asked me. I ignored him and walked around the house that I missed so much. I collapsed onto the couch and sunk into the cushions. 

"Nothing, I'm not hungry." I replied, closing my eyes.

"You have to eat baby girl." Amy told me. I snapped my eyes open and sat up to look at her. 

"I am not your little girl, I was never your little girl, you should've realized that when you left me on the porch to a fucking abusive person, I learned not to eat growing up, I got over it and I'mnot hungry at the moment." I said standing up to leave. I stopped at the doorway to the basement. "And you only care now because I got hurt and Andy yelled at you, does that make you realize how bad of a parent you were a very parent to me and want to make it better, because nothing will make us better." I grabbed the key off the trim and unlocked the door. I locked the door from the inside, bringing the key down with me so no one would disturb. I unlocked my door and stepped inside. All my suitcases were in here, the walls were just as I remembered them, so was my bed. I sat down on the bed and flopped down onto my back. I remembered everything that happened in my life and sighed. "Why am such a screw up?" 

A/N

Oh Snow, you aren't a screw up, so I'm very sorry it is so short, I has no ideas for this chapter, comment if you like it, if you don't like it then still comment because haters make me famous. I love you guys.