Beaten lips (Andy & Bryan) (coming in July)

Part one

~~~Andy's POV~~~

We expect that battle for humanity is about to begin within each uprising a fake sense of safety will ignite in you, and unseen shadow will slip from doubt toward those who protect and define you.

But let the thoughts slip away and remain calm stay close to F.E.A.R only we can protect.You can not escape fear. I keep telling myself that every day but fear is all around.

Fear is an emotion you can't escape.

I grabbed my journal off the nightstand, shoving it into my school bag.

I throw my bookbag over my shoulder, trying to make it our before my dad wakes up.

I quietly made my way down the stairs, lucky he was still passed out on the couch.

I can skip the morning beating, but will I be able to skip the school beating?

The walk to school was a living hell. My body hurt from all the beating the day before.

My jeans were rubbing up against my newly made scar my arms covered with long sleeves.

As I approached this place called hell, I was getting all kinds of stares.

I slowly made my way to my locker, grabbing my stuff through my bag into the locker.

I grabbed the schedule and headed off to my first period Mr. Purdy he was one of my favorite teachers.

He says he could read my emotions, but I never talked to him about them.

I walked into his class, not bothering to remove my hood nor my headphones.

I took my seat at the back of the room far away from the front — the classroom filled with students. Craig the jock smirked at me.

He walked over to my seat with a group of his friends. He started talking, but I had my music on full volume.

I was happy I couldn't read lips. I am pretty sure what he was saying wasn't nice.

He jerked my hood off, ripping my headphones out of my ears before he could speak Mr. Purdy stepped in.

"Craig and Markus get to your seats now,"

He looked at me, throwing my headphones on the floor. I sigh, picking them up, placing them around my neck.

As the class went on, I wasn't paying attention to the less.

~~~Journal Entry~~~

I keep having this dream where I am drowning. I was slowly losing hope. I have this feeling deep down inside a feeling I can't quite explain.

I know deep down inside I want to die. It's not like anyone would care. My dad will be happy to know I'm gone. I-

"Andy?" I quickly closed my journal, looking up to see Mr. Purdy.

"Class is over you have to get to your next class," I nodded, gathering my stuff heading out the room. Mr. Purdy grabbed my arm.

"If you ever need anything you know, you can tell me, right?" I nodded but didn't answer.

I pulled away from him and walked out of the room. I pulled out my schedule.

I have Spanish with Mr. Fuentes in room 3201. I slowly made my way to his class, ignoring all the word that got called my way.

I felt someone push me from behind sending me to the floor groaning.

"Mr. Purdy can't save you now Biersack,"