Playing With Fire || Andy Biersack

The Beginning

Scarlet's POV

It was finally Friday evening, and I'd be going to the movies with Ricky soon. Hopefully I will be able to enjoy the time spent with him and get my mind off the disturbing event that happened a couple days ago.

I kept thinking about who could've wrote the note while I was straightening my hair. Sehun? No he's dead. Chris? No he died along with Sehun. Andy?

When Andy entered my thoughts I didn't notice how close my finger was to the straightening iron and I burnt my finger, getting pulled out of my thoughts by the unexpected feeling of heat.

"Fuck," I cursed, setting the iron down and running cold water over the small injury that hurt like a bitch.

"Good job Scarlet." I mumbled to myself, waiting for the blistering to start on my finger. I was too caught up on my burnt finger that I didn't realize the time, 8:55pm. I was supposed to meet Ricky at the theatre for 9pm.

I quickly wet a cloth for my finger, grabbed my car keys, rushed to my car and sped to the theatres.

As I was waiting at a red light I noticed a blue sticky note on the passenger beside me. Before I had the time to grab it the light turned to green and I stepped on the pedal. I'll have to read it when I get to the theatre.

I parked my car, turning it off and quickly turned my attention to the blue note.

Enjoy tonight, savour it. For it will be one of the last good things happening to you, sweetheart.

I was frozen in my seat, my eyes widely looking at the note in my hands in fear. I really am back to square one, this time not knowing who is threatening me through notes.

There was a light knock at my car window making me jump, I hid the note in my palm and looked up to see Ricky. I smiled at him, grabbing my purse and subtly putting the note in it. I grabbed the cloth and got out of my car.

"Hi Ricky."

"Hi Scarlet." Ricky greeted. "Are you okay? You seem a bit tense."

No matter how much I was wanting to tell someone about the occurring problem, right now was not the time and I didn't want Ricky involved in this situation, so I bit my tongue.

"Yeah I'm good, you just startled me that's all," I forced a chuckle. I could tell by the way he slowly nodded his head that he wasn't convinced, but let it slide anyways. He also didn't question the cloth I was carrying around, probably assuming it was a small injury, which it was.

He lead us inside the theatre, paying for the tickets and me protesting saying I was able to pay or my own ticket but he convinced me that it was okay. After the light argument we got drinks and buttered popcorn to share, and found some seats to settle in.

There was people scattered across the giant theatre room, some popcorn lying on the ground from falling out of filled bags, and the faint mumble of chatter amongst the crowd.

"What movie are we seeing?" I asked, nudging Ricky with my shoulder lightly and a smile on my face. Ricky only smirked not even bothering to face me, shaking his head lightly.

"Be patient Scarlet, you'll see," he teased, biting his lip ring to suppress a smile threatening to appear. I sighed and lightly poked his head.

"Asshole," I mumbled. I knew Ricky wouldn't take it to heart, for he says the same to me all the time, we had a very close friendship and knew the one that spoke the words kids weren't allowed to say didn't really mean it.

"Hush, don't be a chatty Cathy, the movie is about to start," Ricky hushed, his eyes fixated on the large screen at the front of the theatre, the smirk never leaving his light pink lips.

After scoffing and rolling my eyes, I complied and faced the screen. But when I seen the title of the movie that we were here to watch, I wanted to castrate the man with blue eyes, and lame pick up lines.

'The Conjuring' was displayed on the screen and I felt like curling up in a ball and hiding, whilst castrating the sly man beside me.

But his castration will have to wait, there was no time to think about such things when fear spread throughout my body and I spent the whole movie hiding behind the popcorn bag, and Ricky's arm.

-

The movie was over and Ricky was walking with me to my car that was parked in the dark, and almost empty parking lot.

"The movie wasn't that scary Scarlet, yet you still were hiding," Ricky taunted, the full moon shining down and revealing his blue eyes filled with mirth. "I should've recorded it so you can see yourself how ridiculous and scared you looked."

"Shut up, they're called scary movies for a reason," I huffed, I had to suffer through that movie with a burn on my finger too, he doesn't know the half of it.

"Whatever you say Scarlet," he laughed. We reached my car, said our 'thank you's', 'you're welcomes', and our 'goodbyes'.

I started on my journey back home with the radio playing lowly in the background, and the window down, the wind hitting my face and running through my hair, relaxing me.

But the relaxation didn't last long when I noticed a small bright blue square in the corner of my eye. I looked to the passenger seat and placed on the seat was a blue sticky note, identical to the previous one I found.

That movie may have been scary, and you may have thought you were scared, but that will never compare to the feeling of fear I will give you, I will produce a better reaction than any scary movie will ever give you; for when I'm done with you movies like that won't even be considered scary to you.

Chills shot down my spine, and I started slightly shaking. This can't be happening, this can't be happening, please. I begged in my mind, but the sticky note that contained the threat was still in my hand, and this really was happening.

I felt as if I was trapped in a cycle that never ended, the threats, the fear, the unsettling events, and the damage it leaves you with at the end of the dangerous cycle that seems to repeat itself after some time spent absent. The cycle didn't seem to let you breathe, because I felt like I was suffocating, it was too much to admit that this was really happening. The cycle didn't seem to let you rest, because I felt eternally tired, it was too much to handle and go through.

I finally arrived home, the one place I felt a bit more at ease. I heard Ash barking by the front door, he does that every time when I pull up in the drive way.

I got out of my car, taking my purse which contained both notes that had threats written in neat, cursive written almost as if it was created to deceive you into thinking nothing of it, my cloth, and car keys.

The cold air and silence guided me to the door of my house, as I unlocked the door and opened it Ash jumped around me, he was happy to see me after spending time away from home, and him.

"Hey buddy," I laughed, he barked in response, his tail wagging with delight. I stepped inside and found the light switch, flipping it up so the lights turned on, blinding me from the sudden contrast. But as soon as the effect disappeared my mouth dropped in horror.

A couple metres from the doorway, lied a lifeless rabbit covered in blood, it's head was dismembered from its body, and a knife covered in the innocent, dead rabbit's blood was placed beside the dead animal.

My face contorted into horror and disgust. I was beyond scared, who did this? Was this supposed to be a threat?

But soon as the questioning started, they stopped just as fast. There, on the bloody knife was a blue sticky note.

Told you I'd scare you more than that pathetic movie, but don't you worry sweetheart, this is only the beginning.

******

Hello! Thank you for being so patient with me, I've been dealing with a lot of things lately and I lost motivation to do anything, but I pulled through and wrote this chapter for you guys, I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Tell me what you thought, who do you think are sending the sticky notes?