Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

14- Remembering Sunday

            Peyton draped his arm around me and kissed my head. “What about him?” He asked softly, but he said the word ‘him’ like it was poisonous. I shrugged and he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look up at him. “You know you can tell me anything right?”

            I sighed and nodded. “He tried to kill me once…” I started. Peyton stiffened up next to me noticeably but didn’t interrupt. He clenched and unclenched his fists though. “And I was just thinking about the scars he left behind…” I explained. Subconsciously I ran my fingers along the purple-pink scars on my stomach, spelling out the word that was written across it.

            Mistake. That’s what I was, I wasn’t supposed to exist. My mother despised me, and to my father I was just a burden. But he was in jail now, so I didn’t have to worry about him. But my mother was after me, she wanted custody of me, and I had a feeling she would get it. I’ll be an adult in less than two years, but she’ll make sure those two years would be a living hell. Worse than how it was with my dad. Way worse.

            Peyton’s hand went over mine and he kissed me softly. He leaned his forehead against mine and put his hand on my cheek. The warm touch of his hand upon my cheek made me feel tingly all over. I think I’m in love… I thought to myself.

            “Mistake, that’s what the scars say. My dad wrote it and then slit my throat. Somehow I survived without any medical attention.” I shook my head. “It seems impossible, if it happened to anyone else they probably would’ve bled out. I’ve wished that happened for the longest time, but then I met you. And a trail of good luck happened after that. Your like my personal good luck charm.” I smirked.

            He chuckled and kissed me again. “Well, I guess you could say I’m your saviour.” He stated, and I though of the song Saviour by Black Veil Brides.

            I smirked, “I guess you are.” We kissed again to be interrupted by none other than Jack Barakat and Alex Gaskarth.

            “Alright, get a room. Well you had a room but we interrupted your lovebird shit but I mean…” Jack’s voice changed from joking to confusion. I rolled my eyes and both Peyton and I chuckled.

Alex just hit Jack and rolled his eyes. “You dumbass.” He adverted his attention to Peyton and I. “Stop your lovey dovey shit cuz we’re leaving.” Alex and Jack walked out. I turned to Peyton and we both just laughed.

After changing into clothes Peyton brought and showering, we finally left the hospital. The members of All Time Low, Pierce the Veil (Not Mayday Parade because they had to leave to go on tour), Peyton, and I attempted to fit in Peyton’s pickup truck. It didn’t work to well.

So Peyton ended up driving, no one sat in shotgun, and we all sat in the bed of the truck singing at the top of our lungs. We ended up singing Remembering Sunday and both Alex and Vic sang, Vic’s high voice harmonizing Alex’s. The rest of the band members tapped the truck to the beat of the music, everyone tapping at different paces to make different instrumentals. Peyton brought my guitar so I was strumming that while the rest of the boys either sang or tapped.

When the girl vocals part came I felt everyone’s eyes on me. “What?” I questioned, halting my strumming.

“Well you’re the only girl so sing Juliet’s part.” Rian stated. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head no. “Pleaseeeeeee?” He begged.

“Nope, no way. Why can’t Vic, his voice sound like a girl’s voice.” I smirked. Everyone but Vic replied with a chorus of ohhhhh’s and Vic crossed his arms. “I’m joking Vic.” I chuckled.