Rebel Without a Cause (an Andy Biersack love story)

Children Surrender

(I decided to put my cousins song over here, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!)

~Andy's P.O.V~

I heard Ari scream, and that's all it took to get me seein' red. I went to bust out of our little panic room when I was tackled by for midgets.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I sorta whisper/screamed.
"No, we are not going to risk losing you. That would suck for the band. Oh, and I would miss you." Ashley said.
I gave them the scariest glare I could possibly muster.
Jake rolled his eyes and got off of me. The rest of the guys followed suit and I jumped up and opened the door.
Ariandra was curled up in a ball, shaking like crazy. I ran over to her and picked her up.
"Ari, are you alright?! Do you need to go to the hospital?!" I asked frantically.
"N-n-no, I just need t-to be alone for a w-w-while." She said shakily.
I was a bit hesitant, but I let her go to her room.
I went to my room and sat on my bed and dropped my head into my hands.
I gave up on the thought of the waking world and laid down and went to sleep.

~Ariandra's P.O.V~

I went up to my room and climbed into bed. I curled up into a ball and started crying uncontrollably. I knew what I wanted to do. I reached down into my bag and pulled out one of my knives. I opened the blade and put it against my wrist and let it dance.

The blood flowed freely and carelessly, like my old self. I wasn't like that anymore. I went into my bathroom and cleaned up the cuts on my arm.

I ran back to my bed and jumped in, pulling the covers around me, and fell into a deep, nightmare-ish sleep.

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"ARI!! PLEASE, HELP ME!!" Ashley screamed. We were in my old Ireland house. This is where me and my big brother used to live.

"ASH WHERE ARE YOU?! I CAN'T FIND YOU!!" I frantically screamed out into the black abyss.

I couldn't really see anything except for silhouettes. That is until I tripped and face planted in to something sticky and wet. I was already having a bad feeling about what it was. An my assumptions were correct.

It was blood.

I randomly found a flashlight and shined it on the area where I fell. Yup, it was blood. But the sight a few feet in front of me made me scream.

I saw the corpses of my deceased parents in front of me.

I heard laughter behind me, so I turned around to find my foster dad behind me.

"Nice to find you here, whore." He said with a hell of a lot of venom in his voice.

I stayed silent, in fear of releasing my emotions.

"SAY SOMETHING!!" He shouted and slapped me across the face.

I was knocked down into the floor and yet I still stayed silent.

"I think you need some encouragement." He said and pulled Ashley out by his hair.

I gasped and made a move towards Ash.

"Make one more move and he dies, bitch." He snarled.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! HUH?!" I yelled.

"TO FUCKING SHOW YOU WHAT YOUR WORTHLESS, FILTHY SELF HAS PUT ME THROUGH BY JUST BEING ALIVE, YOU DIRTY FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!" He shouted at me.

"What I'VE PUT YOU THROUGH?! YOU'VE RELENTLESSLY BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME, AND YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT WHAT I'VE PUT YOU THROUGH?!" I screamed back.

He threw Ashley against the wall, which caused him to pass out. He hit head on the corner of the wall, and I heard a crunch.

Then the jerk came over and tackled me. He started to punch me wherever he could. Eventually, I just passed out.

I bolted upright in my bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering my face.

I had a weird feeling about what I dreamt about.

It wasn't a dream at all...

It was a flashback.