Fallen Angel
Part Nineteen. New Religion
You huddle up against the wall. Not moving, not thinking, not crying. Just silently curled there, your arms around your legs, chin on your knees, mind blanker than an empty canvass. You know that beyond the paint and plasterboard that is the wall you're leant on, is the bed of the man you love.
'The man that doesn't know who you are' your brain cusses at you.
You frown. Trying not to think. Thinking hurts too much. You hear mumbled voices, the band explaining everything. God, this time a month ago you were driving along listening to Perfect Weapon on full blast. You would never've thought this would ever have happened. You know you can't let it end like this but there's no real way of avoiding the memory issue. You've given up on trying to plot ways of making it work and slump into a sulk. Why doesn't nothing ever go right? Why can't something just stay constant instead of going tits up almost as soon as you've got it?!
The door opens, Jinxx steps out, pulling it to after himself. You don't stand up, you just look at him expectantly.
"I know this is hard but you have to try okay?" He squats down, lifting your fringe out your face and tucking it behind your ear with his long index finger.
"Whats the point?" you grunt selfishly.
"The doctors think he'll regain some recent memory gradually over the next few weeks or months. The damage isn't permanent honey, there's still a chance. " He lifts your chin with his finger, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "As Andy would say, we believe in you."
A few moments later, you're sat back on the chair beside Andy's bed again, Jake and Ashley at either side, Jinxx behind you and Cc leant against the water cooler in the corner. Andy's sat up, warily scanning you with his eyes. The bright blue eyes that originally captured you with their passion and spirit. The bright blue eyes that you woke up to after 9 days in a coma. The bright blue eyes that are slowly breaking your heart.
"You've saved my life three times and I failed to protect yours." You announce bluntly. He blinks, there's a cry of protest in the room.
"She suffered so much trying to protect you." Is the general consent. You keep your face straight, like stone. Your lungs burning with every breath you take. Andy's face screws up, his eyes lose focus for a second, he blinks a few times.
"Holy shit. You let that bastard rape you to protect me. You cut yourself over me. You almost died playing our music. You had a heart attack because of the media stress I put you under. You nearly got murdered for me. Why are you the one apologising?!"
"How do you...?"
"Andy?"
"Did you just ...?"
He blinks again. "How did I forget that?"
"Do you remember anything else?" Jake pushes, looking hopeful.
"No..I" he sighs "Jinxx broke his nose.. Then I'm at a hospital bed several times, I recall a basement and anger. So much anger and hurt."
You look him square in the face, lean forwards and kiss him on the lips.
"...and passion" he breathes.
You move back, letting him think. You're not embarrassed but his face is burning red. He leans slightly towards you.
"Do that again"
"What?"
"Kiss me."
You do as your told, perching on the side of the bed and attaching yourself to his lips.
"Bree.. Bree. Shit." He mutters, "I've just been bombarded. Like the last month of my life has just been thrown at me." He looks you in the eyes. "I don't know how I could've forgotten you."
Jake's eyes flash. Like he wants to be happy that his best friend is okay but can't quite shake the anger inside due to the situation. Cc stands straight, Ashley and Jinxx exchange glances, Jinxx doing that cheeky impossible-to-fake smile of his in a way that says 'see, my idea actually worked!' It's like a movie moment, where everything starts to be good again. Life starts to move on and you intend to make the most of it.
"It's gunna be okay now." You promise
'The man that doesn't know who you are' your brain cusses at you.
You frown. Trying not to think. Thinking hurts too much. You hear mumbled voices, the band explaining everything. God, this time a month ago you were driving along listening to Perfect Weapon on full blast. You would never've thought this would ever have happened. You know you can't let it end like this but there's no real way of avoiding the memory issue. You've given up on trying to plot ways of making it work and slump into a sulk. Why doesn't nothing ever go right? Why can't something just stay constant instead of going tits up almost as soon as you've got it?!
The door opens, Jinxx steps out, pulling it to after himself. You don't stand up, you just look at him expectantly.
"I know this is hard but you have to try okay?" He squats down, lifting your fringe out your face and tucking it behind your ear with his long index finger.
"Whats the point?" you grunt selfishly.
"The doctors think he'll regain some recent memory gradually over the next few weeks or months. The damage isn't permanent honey, there's still a chance. " He lifts your chin with his finger, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "As Andy would say, we believe in you."
A few moments later, you're sat back on the chair beside Andy's bed again, Jake and Ashley at either side, Jinxx behind you and Cc leant against the water cooler in the corner. Andy's sat up, warily scanning you with his eyes. The bright blue eyes that originally captured you with their passion and spirit. The bright blue eyes that you woke up to after 9 days in a coma. The bright blue eyes that are slowly breaking your heart.
"You've saved my life three times and I failed to protect yours." You announce bluntly. He blinks, there's a cry of protest in the room.
"She suffered so much trying to protect you." Is the general consent. You keep your face straight, like stone. Your lungs burning with every breath you take. Andy's face screws up, his eyes lose focus for a second, he blinks a few times.
"Holy shit. You let that bastard rape you to protect me. You cut yourself over me. You almost died playing our music. You had a heart attack because of the media stress I put you under. You nearly got murdered for me. Why are you the one apologising?!"
"How do you...?"
"Andy?"
"Did you just ...?"
He blinks again. "How did I forget that?"
"Do you remember anything else?" Jake pushes, looking hopeful.
"No..I" he sighs "Jinxx broke his nose.. Then I'm at a hospital bed several times, I recall a basement and anger. So much anger and hurt."
You look him square in the face, lean forwards and kiss him on the lips.
"...and passion" he breathes.
You move back, letting him think. You're not embarrassed but his face is burning red. He leans slightly towards you.
"Do that again"
"What?"
"Kiss me."
You do as your told, perching on the side of the bed and attaching yourself to his lips.
"Bree.. Bree. Shit." He mutters, "I've just been bombarded. Like the last month of my life has just been thrown at me." He looks you in the eyes. "I don't know how I could've forgotten you."
Jake's eyes flash. Like he wants to be happy that his best friend is okay but can't quite shake the anger inside due to the situation. Cc stands straight, Ashley and Jinxx exchange glances, Jinxx doing that cheeky impossible-to-fake smile of his in a way that says 'see, my idea actually worked!' It's like a movie moment, where everything starts to be good again. Life starts to move on and you intend to make the most of it.
"It's gunna be okay now." You promise
Notes
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blackblood382 - I was physically crying while writing last one haha ;)
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10/19/13