A/N: Heooz! Here is chapter 4, you can thank my friend @another-nobody for forcing me to update against my will. You peoplez should give her a follow! Woop woop.
The bus was long gone and clearly out of sight, yet I stood infront of Clementine's house and looked off into the distance. I closed my eyes and sighed, letting my mind go completely blank and straightened my thoughts. Part of me regreted getting off that bus, but I had to get off.
The wind danced around me, making my hair fly around in my face and sending goosebumps throughout my entire body. The cold hit my legs where my jeans were ripped, but Andy's hoodie kept my upper body warm and cozy. I looked up to the sky, it had to be at least 1 in the morning. It sucks that the most beautful time of the day, is the complete oposite of day. The moon was large and bright, alluminating the neighborhood in a beautiful, yet gentle, light that seemed almost mystical. The sky was a dark purple blended perfectly with deep blue, and was dotted in glimmering stars. The thought of Andy hugging me came to my mind, and I couldn't help but smile.
My daydream was interupted by a door creaking open rapidly and loudly. I turned around and saw that the lights in Clementine's house had turned on and a shadow was standing in the doorway. The shadow peered into the night attempting to see what was standing in their front lawn. "Emily?" a voice that belonged to Clementine called out to me.
"Maybe..." I called back with a hint of sarcasm in my voice as I trudged up the lawn to the front step.
She laughed hystarically. She was wearing pajama's ( which in reality was the Black Veil Brides t-shirt she wore from the concert and some running shorts ) and her long black hair slightly tangled, either from the concert or bedhead. Knowing her, probably both. I walked up to her and looked down to her and waiting for her laughter to pause.
"Heooz!" I said in a happy tone while flailing my arms in Andy's hoodie like a toddler.
"Numanehenume"
"Bahadamabra"
We continued to argue in jiberish until we could't take each other serious and laughed. You should know, jiberish is a fangirl's native language.
Clementine broke the intsense laughter by asking me inbetween gulps of air," So... why.... are.... you... at... my house?"
My laughter stopped almost instantly at the true and harsh reality. The night completely lost it's mysterious and beautliful glow and was replaced with clouds and dark shadows creeping from every corner. Depression hit me like a brick wall. I closed my eyes and gripped my lower arm.
Clementine could see that something was odviosly completely wrong with me. I don't know who would be okay if they were in my situation. Clementine poked my face and said "Boop."
I opened my eyes to see her making a triple-chin seductive face at me, which made me smile. This is how real friends cheer eachother up. "Is it alright if I crash here tonight?" I asked.
"When is it not okay?" she said in a sassy tone.
"When logic dies," I responded.
"Logic shall never die!" she whisper screamed and shot her arms up into the air.
"Exactly," I said as we walked inside. We crept down the hallway into Clementine's bedroom. It was a lot bigger than mine, seeing how I "lived" in a trailer compaired to her 2 story house. She flicked on the light and the shadows disapeared. Her walls were blue and purple, which in our language we called "blurple". She had a computer in one corner, a tv on the wall, and a big queen sized bed. I had always wished I had her parents, they seemed to spoil Clementine. They kind of did the same to me though whenever I came over. I guess you could call them my god parents.
Most of my teen birthdays, like my 15th and 16th and 17th, Clementine's parents actually took me shopping and got me clothes that I needed extreamly badly. Whenever I came over, they would always talk to me and made sure I was okay, and pretty much acted how parents should have treated me.
Clementine threw some basketball shorts in my face and said "Pajama's." I nodded and went to the bathroom to change.
I closed the door behind me and turned on the lights above the bathroom mirror. I calmed myself down and bravely looked at myself in the mirror. One glimps, and the shrivle of bravery that I had crumpled up and left. My matted hair covered my eye which was swolen, my lip was cracked with dried blood on it, and I had a light purple bruse on my right cheek ontop of the hand print. I looked even worse than before, my own image made my knees weak. And not in a good way. Something about my apprearance always triggered my depression, especially after a breakdown. Then it hit me. I looked like this infront of the band. I closed my eyes and forced my mind to stop running. These thoughts weren't going to fix anything.
I slipped off the hoodie and my shirt and took off my bra, then put them back on and slipped on the shorts. Don't judge me, those things are uncomfrortable to sleep in. I turned off the light and went to Clementine's bedroom, where she was on her bed reading wattpad on her phone. She noticed me standing in her doorway, and akwardly patted on the bed beside her, motioning me to sit down next to her.
I plopped onto the bed and akwardly sprawled out onto one half. I tilted my head twords my best friend, who was poking the bruse on my right cheek. I smacked her hand away and mumbled in jiberish.
"What happened to you?" she asked in a serious tone. I guess this was coming.
"You want the whole story, or why my face is jacked up?" I said.
"Whole story peas." she responded.
I slowly sat up and sighed. I looked my best friend in the eye and told her everything that had happeded. From my mom hitting me, to me sneeking out, the guards not letting me in, getting kicked out of my home, getting robbed, and then I started to tell her about Ashley saving me.
"Wait wait wait wait, you woke up on the Black Veil Brides tour bus because THE Ashley fucking Purdy saved you?" she said a little too loudy.
"Shhh, and yes. He told me when he came back to the bus that he found me blacked out with some douch bags kicking me, and he scared them off and saved me." I said honestly.
"Then what?" she asked.
"Well, he forced me to take some pain pills and introduced me to the rest of the band. I got to meet everyone, even Andy." I gushed.
"Then I can take a good guess on who's this is..." she pinched the over-sized hoodie I was wearing. I nodded and squinted.
"OH ME GURD!!!" she went into insane fangirl mode and starting to bounce on the bed and fail her arms like a dinasour.
"Shoosh your face!" I whisper screamed.
"Don't tell me how to live my life!" she whisper screamed back. Then we broke down into laughter again. From a distance, it probably looked like we were having a seizure on her bed.
"You don't have a place to live anymore, do you?" Clemy asked.
"No, not really. Not like any of my family wants me..." I said numbly.
"Welp now you do. Welcome to your new house!" she threw her arms up into the air.
"Really?" I asked.
"Would I lie to you?" she asked sarcasticaly.
"Probably," I joked. I smiled and then she gave me a bone crushing hug, and I winced. The beating I took was still affecting me. I know I didn't break any bones, but bruses still hurt to some amount of pain. "Sorry," she said imidiantly.
I set my phone onto her desk and plugged my phone into her extra charger and flopped across her bed once again and closed my eyes out of exaustion. "Tiredz?" Clem asked me.
"Mhmm..." I mumbled.
The got up and groaned like an old man as she did it and turned off her bedroom light. She got into bed on the other side and akwardly poked my face. "Nightz."
"Nightz." And I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: This chapter was originally going to be a lot longer, but I decided to cut it in half. Don't hatez me, but it's like 1:30 in the morning and I wantz sleep. Until the next chapter! *hugs you all* Vote maybe? :3
