Sex & Hollywood

Reminising

Ashley

I laid in my bunk going through some old photos. Most of them were of me and my grandparents, cousins, friends and the occasional ex hoe. But there was a few of the girl who drove me bat shit crazy both in a good way and a bad. I didn't know how I survived her tortuous self. She was beautiful, smart and outgoing. Her beautiful had me choke on my words. When ever she'd bug the absolute shit out of me...which was a lot I'd struggle to stay mad at her. Either her cuddling up to me and telling me she loved me in this cute tone had me cave or she'd disappear for a week and me feel guilty until I messaged her with an apology. She was an asshole but I loved her. You know she kinda reminds me of Andy thinking of it. He did that to us all the time. We'd piss him off so he'd play the silent treatment for a day or two. What was it with that? Giving the silent treatment. It's annoying but I guess it's affective. I know when Kiera didn't talk to me for two weeks I thought of everything shitty I'd done to her, everything she's done to me, how she was my rock, how without her I feel empty and lost, how I I were to lose her forever I'd die. She was a beautiful pain. Yeah beautiful and a huge pain in my ass and heart. This girl was my best friend, my world and its sad that she just disappeared. I don't know if she's dead or alive. Sighing I close my laptop and curl up in my blanket. It was so closed here in the UK. It's always a blast coming here but it was just so freaking cold.

I woke up to Andy's cries and the bus door slamming shut. Getting out of my bunk I see Andy on the floor crippled in pain. I go outside but don't see anyone or anything. Fuck who ever just beat him was fast. Kneeling beside him I check his wounds and he covers his face as he sobs. "Andy who did this?" I ask and he shakes his head. "I don't know." He sobs and I call out to Jake. After five minutes Jake trudged out from the bunk hall and grumpily asked what the heck I woke him up for. "Andy got beat again." I say and Jake screams out for the others to wake up. He gets dressed and grabs the letters reading each of them out loud. "Roses are red, violets are blue, your an asshole and I'm gonna kill you." CC reads and Andy grabs onto my hand. His hand shook like crazy and I could feel his fear. "This ones gonna really hurt Biersack. I can't promise you'll survive after the third but I can promise your pain and your suffering. You claim to be this saviour to the damned, the broken. Poor Andy Biersack was the weird kid that everyone put down. My sympathy isn't given to you. You created your own hate, your own suffering and now I'm giving you more of that. Maybe each time I beat you you'll remember what you did, who you hurt, what you said and who you killed. I'm gonna make sure you suffer until your pathetic life can no longer cope with the stress I'll put you through." Jinxx reads and I look at Andy as he breaks down. "Who'd you kill Andy?" I whisper and he shakes his head. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident I never meant for her to die. We thought it'd be funny..." He cries. "What did you do?" Jake asks and Andy swallows hard and let's a few more tears to race down his cheeks. "We cut her break lines." He says and I let go of his hand and plant a hard punch into his chest. "How the fuck could you do that to someone?" I shout and Andy sobs holding his chest where I just punched. "Ash it was an accident." He cries and I just leave the bus. I couldn't be in the same breathing space as him at the moment. Walking down the dark street I go over what Andy just told me. How could he do that? To be honest cutting someone's break lines is the lowest thing to do. Honestly putting a gun to someone's head is less of an asshole act then what Andy did. His act brought up so many memories of my parents and how they died. It killed me to think he's done the same thing as some malevolent asshole did to my parents. If I'm being honest I don't feel bad for the beatings someone's giving him. He deserves every single blow that this person gives to him. As I walked some group of guys approach me and start a fight. I was in no mood for this and my anger just reached a whole new level. Beating the shit out of the first guy in held back with a knife to my throat. Well fuck. "Don't bring knifes to a gun fight." A female voice says as the figure steps out from the shadows. "Don't stick your nose into others business or you'll get yourself killed." The guys holding me says and she laughs. I watch her pull out a gun and the guy lets go of me. "Oh shit boys lets go!" The guy shouts and they all run off. "Thanks." I say and the girls chuckles. "Don't mention it." She says before walking off leaving me to stand there stunned and confused. What the hell just happened?