Broken, Bruised and Scared {COMPLETE}

There's Only One Difference Between Life & Lie

****Scarlett's P.O.V.****
~~~~Le dream sequence~~~~~

I was in my old room back when I was living with my dad. Something was off about it, there was a sertain thing about the room that didn't feel right. I looked around my room, in hopes of finding the thing that was setting the room off balance. The walls were different, very different. They were peeling, almost as if the house itself was feeling lost and alone. The paint on the white door was chipping off and it was cracked, like an old porcelain doll. The only window in the room was shattered and broken glass was scattered accross the floor. Everything was in ruin. Everything except, oddly enough, my bed. The air had a musty smell to it, making me cringe my nose.

I slowly walked over to the bed and layed down on the covers. Then the scene around me changed, everything wasn't in ruin. It was a bright white and I saw my poor 8 year old self run into the room and lock the door. I remember this and it didn't end good. I heard banging on the door and he was yelling at me to open the door. I ran over to my 8 year old self and tried to talk to her.

"You have to hide!" I frantically said but it seemed as if she couldn't hear me. "Scarlett! SCARLETT!" I shouted and she looked my way, finally recognizing my presence.

"Wh-Who are y-you?" She asked scared.

"That doesn't matter, just go hide! Quickly! Before he breaks the door! You'don't have much time!" I yelled and she nodded once.

"Ok!" She said and frantically looked for a place to hide.

I pointed under the bed and she half smiled at me as she climbed under the bed. I heard the door start to crack, fuck no! I don't want her to get hurt! I quickly pushed myself up against the door in a feeble attempt to buy her more time, regardless of how weak I am. Soon though the door broke, sending face first to the floor, I prepared myself for a beating but he walked right past me as if he couldn't see me. I looked up and saw that he pulled her out from under the bed by her hair and threw her against the wall, making her let out a small squeak. He walked over to her and started kicking her ribs.

I don't know what came over me but whatever it was made me charge at him. This memory has a twist, something is different. Before I could reach him an unknown force pinned me to a wall and forced me to look directly at my younger self. She saw me and reached her hand out toward me, as a call for help. I tried to move but I couldn't, I screamed out my name and she cried hard. I saw her start to spit up blood. Oh god, what is he doing? He's going to fucking kill her/me! 

****Andy P.O.V.****

I looked at her, she had been sleeping for at least 10 minutes now. Kellin grabbed her phone, putting it in his pocket. I stood up, carrying her bridal style, and started walking with Kellin over to the bus. A wave of questions flooded my mind. Has she been hiding those emotions from everyone this entire time? What happened that made her go off the deep end like this? Was it my fault? Is she going to be alright? Why did she try to kill herself? Just......Why?

"Is she going to be alright?" Kellin asked, tears prickling his eyes.

"I honestly don't know, I hope she is." I said, looking at her beautiful sleeping face.

"Yo.....Why'd she do it?"  He asked.

"I don't know. She wasn't actually considering suicide when she was in our bus so something must have happened to her recently to tip her off so to speak. What do you think made her just be done with everything?" I said.

"I...I don't know. I honestly think it's my fault for leaving her when she was going to be alone with that man that I refuse to call a father." He said and I looked him in the eye.

"This isn't your fault, you didn't make her do this." I said, reassuring him.

"Yeah....I guess." He said, looking down and kicking a few rocks.

"Who's bus should she stay in?" I asked.

"Hmmm.....I think she should stay with me. Things aren't exactly resolved with you and her. Plus she hasn't seen me if forever, I think with me would be the best option." He said and I was hurt but he's right.

"As much as it hurts me to say, you're right. I'd only make things worse." I said and he nodded.

"Yeah, our tour is almost over then we go back to LA so she can relax. Then when you get done with your tour you two can hang out or whatever the fuck you wanna do, just use a condom." He said and I blushed a little.