She's With The Band

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Hey guys!
Hope you like this one :)
It's intense lmfao

Aubrey's Point of View:

Once I sprinted up the narrow steps and hastily unlocked my door with shaky hands, I dropped my bags on the floor. I immediately locked my door, and I leaned my head back against the door and squeezed my eyes shut tightly, watching as my chest rose and fell quickly. I was breathing so heavily and I think that at any moment I'm going to keel over and pass out.

I brought my hand to the knob and shook it multiple times. I was just trying to double check a few times to make sure that it was 100% locked and that nobody could get in. I hurried over to the connecting door and locked it from my side. I then did the same thing, shaking the knob to make sure it was closed for good. I then looked around my apartment, sweat beads growing on my forehead. I then used all my strength to push over large chair from my living room over to in front of the door. I then stacked a few boxes stacked on top of it even though it wouldn't do anything. It just made me feel safer for some reason.

I then locked and closed all the windows even though what I needed right now was waves of fresh air. Once the windows were locked and secured, I walked over to my bathroom and looked in my mirror.

It's difficult for me to process everything right now. I'm panicking like crazy, and I don't know what to do with myself. I just witnessed criminal activity, criminal activity committed by these rock band members who I barely even know. Who have been inside my place, who I've been to dinner with. Who act like they're all friendly and nice, but in reality are criminals.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I felt nauseous. I couldn't stand to look at how the lower half of my face was coated with the crimson blood. Nate had left some traces of some persons blood on my mouth, cheeks, and jaw area. It was when he had clamped his hand over my mouth and had begun whispering softly to me. Telling me to be quiet, telling me if I'm calm I'll be okay. Telling me to smoke his cigarette to relax myself, chewing his gum I had thought had been drugged.

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and looked up at the ceiling trying to prevent myself from crying again. My palms stayed pressed on the counter while I stared up at the ceiling above me, the light burning my eyes. I'm just traumatized from the sound of the gunshots and the blood smeared on parts of my body. It wasn't even my own blood, it was some random persons.

My disheveled self stared back at me with no remorse in the mirror. The makeup I had been wearing was smeared and my cheeks felt wet and sticky due to the running mascara. My thick curls which were in a loose braid had gone frizzy as well.

I took my hair out of the loose fishtail braid it had been in and immediately turned on the shower and made it hot. My clothes also had some blood on them, and of course the shirt I was wearing was white. I peeled off my clothes with trembling hands until I was naked. Nate's bloody handprint was painted flat on my stomach. I almost gagged at the sight, tears pricking the inner corners of my eyes and nausea flooding over me again. I just stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds trying to control my breathing because I was heaving at that point and I was scared that I might faint.

I stepped into the scalding shower and felt as goosebumps rose across my skin. I immediately starting to wash the blood off of my body. Wiping and scrubbing at the blood on my stomach and arms. It felt good to rinse it off of me, but for some reason I could still feel his grip on my mouth. His forearm pressed against my chest. The control he had over me gave me flashbacks of Kyle. And that scared me.

I began shaking in fear yet again as the hot water soaked my body, and looked down at the red water draining. I'm terrified and filled with fear. Fear that something could happen to me at anytime, anyplace, and anywhere.