Piper's POV:

Today started off as any other ordinary day, but I was feeling off; almost like I was expecting something to go wrong, but I still carried on with the morning.

The first thing that went wrong was when my dad came home. He was furious, no, livid. I overheard Ethan telling Daniel that it was 'unfair' that dad lost his job, just because he was flirting with other employees.

I rolled my eyes in disgust at that statement and went back to my room to get ready for rehearsals.

I was reading the messages on the A troupe groupchat, laughing at the debate on whether to add Lily to the chat or not. I was in a great mood but that faltered when I saw my dad yelling at my brothers about how he needed a new job urgently.

I decided to be a good daughter and try to cheer them all up. So when I finished changing, I went to the kitchen and made carbonara, since everyone in this household loved it. Even though it was pretty early, I didn't care since I had a lot of time to kill before rehearsals.

I carried their plates into the living room and they looked at it with disdain. Simultaneously, they looked at each other, then got up with their plates and headed to the kitchen.

Confused, I followed them, just to see them throw it all away into the bin. Why would they waste so much food like that, especially when others have nothing to eat?

Just as Daniel was going to bin his one, I stood in front of him. "Stop! You guys can't just waste food like that!" I exclaimed as he rolled his eyes at me. "Fine, have your precious food." He retorted, tipping it all over me.

Fighting back tears of frustration, I huffed and stormed upstairs to shower and change again. Once I had finished, I headed back downstairs to try and apologise to them; maybe I was just stressing them out too much.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, all three guys groaned at me, as I fiddled with my top. "Um, dad, I just wanted to-" I started but as usual, I was interrupted. "Not now, Piper. Go away." My dad said, going back to ignoring me.

"You know it was your fault that dad lost his job." Ethan responded as I looked at him in confusion. Before I could question how this was my fault, Daniel stepped in. "Killing mum just wasn't enough for you, was it? You just had to ruin dad's life too!" He said as I just opened and closed my mouth, not knowing what to say.

I don't know why I bothered to try with these people when I always got attacked.

"Your existence is the problem. I wish we didn't have a little sister." Ethan muttered as I ran from the living room and into my bedroom, slamming the door shut.

I lay on my bed, trying to stop the flow of tears as I sniffled at my pathetic life, before deciding that I was way too emotionally tired to get back up and go to the studio today.

Oh, how I wish I had just sucked it up and gone to rehearsals; that was my first mistake.

I wanted to send Amy and Finn a message to say that I wasn't coming to the studio today but decided against it. Instead, I stupidly went back downstairs to try and make amends with my family.

That was my second mistake. I had no idea that in doing this, I would cause my father and myself to finally snap.

"Guys, can we talk?" I asked quietly, standing opposite them as they ignored me and continued to look at their phones. "Dad, I just want to apologise for everyth-" I started but he glared at me. "Piper, don't. I'm busy and I don't want to hear your voice." He said as my brothers smirked.

"Please, just hear me out! I'm-" I tried again but I was interrupted by my dad turning red and clenching his fists. "Piper, don't you ever shut up? Go away, no one wants you here." He snarled at me, as I took a deep breath in.

"Listen, I know. But if you just let me explain that-" I started but that was when he finally snapped.

"Shut the hell up! I don't want to hear your sorry excuses. Why couldn't you and your mother have swapped places!" He yelled at me as I flinched.

Was he... was he basically saying that he wanted me dead? My thoughts were confirmed when he carried on his rant.

"You should be the one in the grave, not Debra! It should've been you! That should've been your grave and it should've been your funeral, you pathetic excuse for a daughter!" He shouted, concluding his rant, as I began to cry uncontrollably.

How could he say things like that to me?

Daniel and Ethan paled, as they tried to calm my dad down."Too far, dad. Too far." Daniel said, glancing at me before looking away.

"Yeah dad, you don't say those kind of things out loud. You think them, sure, but don't say it when she's here!" Ethan hissed at him, as I cried harder and ran back to my room.

So they all think this? This is how they all feel about me? So, James must feel the same way, all of them probably do.

Feeling my breathing quicken, I grabbed my ipad and went to facetime James but he was already calling me. Perfect timing.

"Hey Pipes! Guess what? For our next city on the tour, we're in- hey, hey, Pipes, take a deep breath in. What's the matter?" He asked, concerned, as I continued to cry my heart out.

"James! I need you! I need you and Riley so much! Please come home." I blurted out, in between my crying. "What's happening? Please Pipes, you have to talk to me and tell me what's wrong." He said, in a panicked voice, as I paused for a bit, and we sat in silence. That's when something inside me finally changed.

"You know what, it's nothing. Don't even worry about it." I responded, after a while, eerily calm, wiping my tears whilst sniffling as I ended the call.

James kept on calling me back but I just ignored it. He probably felt the same way as the rest of my family did. A troupe probably hated me too; I was the weakest link after all.

They probably pitied me and didn't have the heart to kick me off of the team. Amy and Finn probably felt bad for me and that's why the wanted to be my friends in the first place.

You know what, I'm tired of being despised by the whole world. I'm tired of facing all the pain. I'm tired of living and I'm tired of being myself.

So if my family all want me dead, then fine, their wish is my command.