My body was no longer cold or damp, it felt like I was wrapped in something extreamly warm and cozy. Was... I in Heaven? I don't think so, I hear rain, my mind reminded me. Then where was I?
My eyes fluttered open, my vision blocked by a blanket. I went to push it out of my view as a sudden and sharp pain struck my arm. My head slowly became engulfed in pain and everything began to ache. I couldn't move without pain overwhelming my system. I craydled my arm gently and stayed in my akward position.
I finially got the strength to push the white blanket out of my face so I could hopefully see my surroundings. The room was exreamly small with 6 bunks built into the walls, including the one I was on. Okay...
I reached into my back pocket to get my phone, but to my suprise it wasn't there. I suppose those guys took that along with my money. I hope me almost dying was worth that small amount of cash.
There was a tiny window by the bunk I was laying on, I flopped over to take a look outside. I saw about 2,000 people filling out of the club Black Veil Brides were preforming in. I would guess that the concert had ended.
I continued watching the crowd exiting the building until I spotted Clementine, who was rapidly taking out her phone and putting it up to her ear. I guess she was calling me. God, I'm a terrible person. We'd plan this for months and here it finally is, and I ditch her. I would be suprised if she didn't hate me.
I scrapped up the strength to hop of the bunk and plop my feet on the ground, which practically shook the whole place. I went out of the room and entered a larger one. It had a U-shapped booth and table, a couch that seemed to pull out with cabinets above it, and a mini kitchen. Up front were two seats, one with a weal and controlls infront of this. This is one of those camper bus thingies. Yes, my vocabulary is very profetional if you cannot tell.
I opened a door which led to a small bathroom with a small shower, sink area, and toilet. The counter was litered with brushes, make-up, a flatiron and war paint. I wish this was my place.
I didn't bother to look in the mirror though. If I couldn't handle the look of the handprint, I couldn't handle whatever the fuck my mug looked like. I limped out of the bathroom and back into the main area. I was still trying to peice together exactly where I was. But I guess thinking was too much for me.
A severe pain struck the back of my head, feeling like my skull had been peirced. I felt weak and limp as a wave of dizzyness washed over me, making me stumble. I "walked" back to the area where I woke up and colasped on the bunk. I layed my head on the fluffly pillow and tried to focus on staying awake.
The camper started shaking as I heard a click and a door squeek. Someone was entering, and I didn't know wether to be excited or scared for my life. The foot steps got louded as the camper shook slightly with every one, then they stopped. I felt a hand come apon my sholder and gently shake my body. "Hey, you awake yet?" said a voice.
I slowly rolled over to see a man's chest practically in my face, the word "OUTLAW" tatooed on his chest. I tilted my head up to see his face, clouded with straight brown peices of his hair framing his face. He continued to look at me with concern as I examined him.
"Your Ashley Purdy." slipped out of my mouth.
He chuckled softly as he said "The one and only,"
I was glad I was in pain, because it was the only thing restricting me from having the hugest fangasm freak out thingy ever. Inside I was screaming and squeeling and jumping up and down. Charming, right?
I sat up on the bunk slowly as a deep pain exploaded in the side of my head, making me wince. I put my hand to the area and held it, hoping to end the searing pain. I could see Ashley's concern growing as he watched me struggle. "What happened?" I asked.
