Mentally in love (Remington Leith)

Chapter Thirty-Five

It has been three weeks since Billie's return. I've been able to come back to group therapy, and have been able to eat in the cafeteria. My personal therapy sessions have been going well. I have been talking regularly. I and everyone have been back to normal. This is except for Billie. She has been avoiding us like the plague.

I was awake and drawing. I was sitting on the floor with my hair in a bun with a few strands caressing down my cheeks. I was wearing a black tank top with Remington's red and black flannel. I was wearing shorts that were black and black tights underneath them covering every scar I had on my legs.

I smiled as I drew the nose of Chris. I had drawn all of my friends except for Josh, Sebastian, and Ash.

The first one I did was Remi. I smiled at the thought of how good it was. For him, I used charcoal shading. Thanks to the okay of Larisa and a few others who have been watching me, I was granted the privilege of markers, pencils, and safety scissors.

"Hey, babe? You have a visitor," Remington looked at me with confusion.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Your brother?" Remington questioned.

"No, no. My brother is dead," I looked at him. Pain and fear dancing in my eyes.

"Then who's out there?" Remington asked.

"I- I," I shuddered.
"Come on, I won't leave your side. Let's go see who they are, okay?' Remington held his hand towards me. I looked at him, then down to my drawing. I nodded my head and closed my book before grabbing his hand.

We walked down the hallway. My grip getting tighter and tighter to the point of me feeling my pulse-echo through my whole hand.

"That's him. Your 'brother'," Remington pointed to the tall man in front of us. His back turned to us. He was wearing a black leather jacket, with black jeans and black steel toe boots. His hair was shaved on the side and the rest of it hung over the other side of his face.

"Did you get a name?" I asked.

"Andy?" Remington questioned, again.

"Andy?" I repeated, a little louder than I had intended to.

"Yeah?" The mysterious man turned around. His face was slender and chiseled. His eyes stared into my scarred ones.

"Oh my god," I whispered, tears pooled around my eyes.

"Hey baby," He smiled. I released my hand from Remington and ran to my long, lost friend. Andy Biersack. I jumped into his arms, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs around his waist.

"I've missed you," I sobbed into his shoulder.

"I've missed you too. I heard you got out. I searched everywhere that I could. I knew you lived in Virginia. So I called every mental institution looking for you. Finally, I found the one," He whispered into my ear. I smiled.

"You looked for me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't let you live this way alone. And thanks to you, the psychiatric ward got shut down and everyone who worked there was arrested and has been put on trial," Andy smiled.

I pulled away and looked at him.

"You're lying," I looked at him with a hopeful look. I hoped it was true.

"I would never," He smiled.

"Oh my god," I cried again and hugged him once more. He laughed and spun me around.

He set me down a few moments after. My heart could not be happier. I had missed him so much. As I have mentioned before, he was my cellmate in the ward. He was someone who comforted me during the time. He was charged with assault. A guy tried to rape his girlfriend Juliet Simms. So Andy beat the hell out of a guy. The guy almost died. There was not enough evidence to prove the rapist guilty. Andy was charged with five years to prison. This made his lawyer make Andy plead insanity. This lessened his sentence by three years. Andy was sentenced to the ward for two years instead.

He knew me for those two years. I was there many years before him. He wasn't tortured as bad. He behaved. But he also attended the church sessions and was blessed by the priest, clearing him of his sins. I was too 'impure' to receive this option.

Andy believed me when I said I hadn't killed my family. He was the first one to believe me. Though, it did take many months to make him believe this. Soon enough, we became friends, more like family. Andy would quietly sing to me every time I came back after a beating or an experiment was done. When he left, I was alone. I had no one left. No one to talk to. Those were the hardest times for me.

"Can we chat somewhere else?" I asked, pointing to the hallway where Remington stood, glaring at Andy.

"Yeah, but who's that?" Andy asked, nodding his head to Remi.

"My boyfriend," I smiled.

"Damn, should've brought Juliet. Could've let him know that I have a wife," Andy laughed.

"A WIFE??" I yelled.

"She's my one and only," He smiled.

"Aww, that's lovely," I put my hand over my heart as it gleamed with joy.

"Yeah, so...privacy?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, come on," I smiled walking towards the hallway.

"I'll explain later, don't get jealous. He is like a brother babe. I love you, I'll be back later. Thank you for letting me know baby," I kissed his cheek, then pecked his lips before walking away with Andy.

I led him down the hallway, past every familiar room I know.

"That one there? That's mine," I smiled pointing to my room before taking a right down the hallway. This lead to Josh and Tyler's area. I smiled as I walked passed their room. They waved at me which caused me to wave back.

I lead Andy to the garden where almost all my cherished memories were held. I sat by the white rose bush that I loved so much. I smiled before looking at Andy.

"So...where do we start?" He asked.