A Lost Memory

Fading Into The Night

"Lacy..." Andy said hesitantly. he picked up the blade and got up to throw it away. "You don't need that anymore. Ever." he stated. "Are you okay?" He asked, I nods looking at my arms I squeezed my eyes shut "I'm so weak. Why would I do this?" I said shakily on the verge of tears. "I don't know, and honestly I don't want you to know. you are beautiful, and you don't need that." Andy said sadly I nodded. "Did you ever cut Andy?" She asked softly looking him in the eyes. Wondering if everything he said was true... To the fans about being strong enough to say 'oh they just don't get it.' "No, but I know a lot of people who did. I was always into music. and I smoked cigarettes, and still do, but I never self harmed, no." I felt weaker now Andy who went through several shades of hell never cut. But my small town life I destroyed my arms. "Hey don't look sad like that... It hurts me enough to see your scars..." he said on the brink of tears again I kissed him softly

"You went through hell with your school life, as a kid, as a teenager, and when you became famous you had so many haters, and still do, plus all The stress from traveling, producing, keeping your fans happy.... I have lived a small life compared to yours and I did this." I hung my head ashamed. "But I always had something to hold onto, to keep me up. it looks like you didn't have anything keeping you afloat. But its okay. You have me to hold on to now." He whispered gently pulling her tightly into his chest. Wishing he could protect her from the past she doesn't remember but obviously haunts her.

I nodded holding him close "thank you Andy for saving me." "Of course." Andy's eyes were becoming heavy and I could tell he was falling asleep. I leaned back on the bed pulling Andy next to me, I yawned my eyes drooping quickly. I wrapped my arms around his chest breathing in his masculine scent it calmed my heart and practically put me to sleep, Andy softly kissed my forehead before falling asleep as well.