A crusty hamburger and a loud chatter of a crowd around me are in my ears and vision, I couldn't help but think peters death was my fault he died because of a worthless excuse.
I'd be glad to die than live with my ugly ass, too I guess he's happier now.
My palms began to fill with sweat and my head began to race to the barbaric thoughts of me killing him, I began to rock back and forth like a maniac who regretted that they'd just killed someone that they'd love. the scene where he died at lays out in front of me, I, gasping for breath but can't breathe from the blood in my throat I began to gurgle on it trying to whimper out a word, my limp body a rest on the concrete highway the car fixing to explode once more.
I looked over to where Peter was unconscious, his body kept spazzing trying to revive itself I gagged on my blood but this time I spat out his name in worry, then again the shadowy figure came and dragged his body away from me his arms grabbed at by the monster and dragged peter away, I began to feel my face drenched in tears.
Somebody had grabbed my shoulders and shook me abruptly, I covered my face hoping to hide my embarrassment.
I'm not at the highway anymore I'm at the diner with Ashley and Amy...I spoke softly remembering my where abouts, until I felt a horrendous sharp pain in my cheek and I opened my eyes pain had washed them over and saw Ashley standing above me barely four inches away from my face and growled: "snap the fuck out of it where in a public place! Act humane"I awoke from my light nap in the most uncomfortable booth known to man and I jumped up a jolt coursing through my body, I whipped my head around the small diner to see anything that could be suspect that could have woken me up.
Amy stared at me with a worried look and spoke softly "are you okay?" my ears didn't hear that but instead a long obnoxious ring, that invaded them I plugged my palms in my ears and heard a 'pop' then it stopped.
I asked, "come again?" with curiosity displayed on my face she said it once more and I shook my head 'no' and smiled and I replied; "no, clinically insane." Ashley laughed and shook her head from my stupidity and ate her burger.
I stared at my French fries starting to play with them and mess with them putting them in ketchup and making them dance, but my mind is distracted by peters death, "how was your day, Danny?" amy spoke trying to break the silence, she had always hated it.
I shrugged, Ashley threw a French fry at me and laughed "why you fucking lying for???" I shrugged again putting my leg beside me it touching my chin my eyes staring out the diners small window.
It was such a sad day the clouds forming as if it was going to rain cars parked and going into whatever midnight mysterious acts it has held onto it, Amy and Ashley had begun to talk about what we were going to watch when we got home later tonight.
Ashley leaned over and smacked me on the neck "wanna milkshake?" I placed my hand where she smacked me and rubbed it and replied, sarcastically; "duh" she growled at me and waved down a waitress she came over and asked for what we wanted and then she stared at me curiously she was shocked and surprised she smiled and pointed a fat finger at me with a knowing look she spoke, "aren't you Pete Wentz's girlfriend?!" well great, I hid my face in my hood and groaned I didn't want to get fucking noticed today! Why today out of all the days she could've asked that, why now?! She quickly apologized and her high heels had clicked against the tile as she walked, swaying her hips to try and seduce us.
Amy spoke again "I'm sorry danny..." I groaned in reply and she went silent Ashley irritated clenched her fist and slammed it down on my head I pulled up grabbing the back of my head and screamed; "what the fu-?!" I stopped in the middle of sentence from a pair of lips tasted of a metallic blood and a metal lip ring that invaded my mouth, their hands slid in my hood and grabbed the back of my hair pulling me roughly to their face that their teeth had collided with my upper lip, their tongue was devouring mine with that taste. multiple things I wanted to shove him away but sadly I was too weak to do so, after what felt like four minutes of him eating my face off with his mouth, he shoved me over and ran his hand through his short oily black and white hair that was tousled and was splattered with blood entirely, his face was also covered in a deep shade of blood his jaw dripping with the substance, his body was in a black suit with a red tie neatly tucked in the middle of his jacket, his torso had been wrapped with a belt with crossed bones symbol displayed on the top of it, he wore black and white converse with black and red socks underneath. it looked like he'd just gotten beaten.
where his attacker or whatever the hell had done that to him was planning to kill him, but he escaped.
but after all, he smiled anyway his lip stretching his lip ring raising.
he then shoved his hand out towards Ashley and spoke in a very deep and hoarse tone as if he hadn't had something to drink in a very, very, long time but what he said that day would change our lives completely but he said the cheesy old one-liner in the movies but his face was stone cold when he spoke."Hey. I'm Frank, and you need to come with me if you want to escape him..."
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FanficThe sequel to the shitty ass fan fiction I made called band about Pete Wentz x reader but things changed and you meet this mysterious man who've barged into your life. My friends point of view ~Wast3F5pac3