Chapter 2:Change.
Dahvie’s Point of view:
Song lyrics are pouring and filling this bus tonight! We’re on our first journey of the tour to Slay the UK! We’re going to destroy you English people!
All I ever wanted was to sing and travel. But now my goal is to keep inspiring the Slash Gash Terror Crew! And well... for someone to know I strangely felt about them:3
Just as the message to “ You are the heart” was leaking out in melody, all my aims changed. Every aim. Except the last. But that could ruin everything.
I saw him grab them. That’s when I knew. It hadn’t stopped. He was still tortured. Jayy’s slender thighs twitched and he slyly itched his net-sleeved covered wrist. But is was enough. I felt awful. I had worried for months on end about writing this type of song. A song to help the troubled young. I was too afraid. And-although I hinted-I waited for the day Jayy decided to write a song to save the younger generation.
It all came rushing back.
His parents, school, boys...Audrey.
I wanted to rush round the table and hold him in my arms. Tell his it doesn’t have to be that way, cradle his delicately calved face and let the tears soak on my shoulder that he hides everyday.
“You okay Bub?” I ask hoarsely, my head dipped so I can look under his bowed head to see one brave tear escape. He nods as he gets up to retrieve a can of monster from the fridge, sits back and looks into my eyes. Aqua contacts <3 No sooner has he demolished the monster and punches my shoulder. “Come on Dahvie, ‘ya’ slacking now Bro, let’s get this thing done”
Jayy’s Point of view:
He saw it. One stupid tear and he knows.
But the scarlet liquid is not drawn from my body for the reasons he thinks he knows. The buzz of energy from the can of monster jolts my mind back and forth as song lyrics play of the paper in front of me. I twitched my right thigh inwards to rub the spikes on top of my left thigh once more but slightly more violently, cursing my body for falling in love. The spikes dig through my flesh creating the sketch of a masterpiece I will continue later. Dahvie has a look of concern in his eyes still. His leg slides forward towards mine, but the slightest touch sends electric shocks through my veins. I know he means well but... no.
“Gonna’ take a break. I’ll be in my bunk” I murmur. “I thought we were finishing the song Jayy” he replies. I feel awful but I give him the look signalling to back off.
What was I thinking? Pulling my tall figure up, I guide my legs to my bunk and fall in a heap on my bed. I didn’t make the effort to admire the start of my blood-art. Just laid in my closed off bunk and cried. Idiot.
*3 Hours Later*
My eyes stung and my knuckles leaked with makeup as well as being stained with my tattoos. I had cried for three hours straight out of loving pain and heart ache. I can’t do this to Dahvie. I love him. More than my friend. More than my brother. I want him. No. Jayy you’re being stupid! And again, the glimmering blade sketched another piece of art in my skin. Blood-paint leaking in fashion on this priceless masterpiece.
At that point Dahvie swiped the curtain open holding my favourite monster in one hand and his other one out to me. Until he saw the shimmering red liquid leaking onto the pillows.
