You Saved Me
The Date With Ashley
When we get to the mall, Jayy gets out, then takes my hand, and races into the building. He takes me over to one of the shops, and starts pushing me towards the dresses.
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be looking for,” I complain.
“Think red and black lace,” he says, and shoves me a little harder towards the dresses. I growl, then walk the foot that’s left and start rummaging through one half of the racks, while Jayy takes the other. I then casually ask, “So, you know where he’s taking me?”
“Yep,” he tells me.
“Really? Then maybe you can at least give me a better clue than lace?” I ask, equally casual.
“I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work. Sorry, Katie, but Dahvie and I are sworn to secrecy,” he says, with a smirk. I growl under my breath at him again, and he asked, “What’s with all the growling?”
I shrug as I continue looking through all the dresses, and say, “Don’t know. It’s kind of always been my thing. You know how some will grind their teeth or roll their eyes when they’re unhappy? Well, I growl.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, while he continues to look as well.
It’s nice to have Jayy here looking through the dresses with me. Having him as a brother’s nice too. It’s sort of like having the best of both worlds with him being gay too, because I can talk about this sort of stuff with him, and he doesn’t cringe like most guys would, and he’s also like the protective big brother that was taken away from me before I could get to know him.
Then I notice what’s playing on the store’s radio-ugh, One Direction-and sigh as I pull out my phone and headphones. I pop the ear buds in, then turn on Skillet’s The Last Night, and blast it. I start softly singing with the song, as I look through the dresses.
“You come to me with scars on your wrist. You tell me this will be the last night, feeling like this. I just came to say goodbye. Didn’t want you to see me cry, I’m fine. But I know it’s a lie. This is the last night you’ll spend alone, look my in the eye so I know you know, I’m everywhere you want me to be. The last night you’ll spend alone. I’ll wrap you in my arms and I won’t let go. I’m everything, you need me to be,” I sing quietly. Or at least, I thought it was quietly, but I guess not.
Jayy pulls one of the ear buds from my ears, and the girl next to me says, “That was beautiful. What song was that?”
“Umm . . . The Last Night, by Skillet,” I tell her.
“Wow, you did an amazing job. Please, continue,” she says, and when I look over at Jayy, he smiles and nods. I shrug, then pop the headphones back in, and begin singing with the song again.
“Your parents say everything your fault, but they don’t know like I know you. They don’t know you at all. I’m so sick of when they say, it’s just a phase, you’ll be okay. You’re fine. But I know it’s a lie! This is the last night you’ll spend alone. Look me in the eye, so I know you know. I’m everywhere you want me to be. The last night you’ll spend alone. I’ll wrap you in my arms and I won’t let go. I’m everything, you need me to be. The last night away from me. The night is so long, when everything’s wrong! If you give me your hand, I’ll help you hold on, tonight. Tonight,” I then sing the chorus once more, and when I’m done with the song, I look around myself, and see tons of people have crowded around to hear me sing.
When the song ends, they all clap, and a few ask for more. I stand there, shocked shitless for a moment, then shrug, and pop the headphones in again. I flip to Papa Roach’s song, Scars, and begin belting out the lyrics.
“I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scar remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel. I’m drunk and I’m feeling down, and I just want to be alone. I’m pissed cause you came around, why don’t you just go home. Cause you channel all your pain, and I can’t help you fix yourself. You’re making me insane. All I can say is, I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. And my weakness is, that I care too much, And our scars remind us, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel. I tried to help you once, against my own advice. I saw you going down, but you never realized. That you’re drowning in the water, so I offered you my hand. Compassions in my nature. Tonight is our last stand! I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. And my weakness is, that I care too much, And our scars remind us, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel. I’m drunk and I’m feeling down. You shouldn’t ever come around. Why don’t you just go home? Cause you’re drowning in the water, and I tried to grab your hand. I left my heart open, but you didn’t understand!” I pause for the echo, then do a bear growl for the next part, “Go fix yourself!” and back to my normal voice for the next part of, “I can’t help you fix yourself. But at least I can say I tried. I’m sorry but I got to move on with my own life. I can’t help you fix yourself, but at least I can say I tried. I’m sorry but I got to move on with my own life!” and after two more rounds of the chorus, I pop the ear buds out again.
Once again, everyone claps, even Jayy, and he says, “I had no clue you could sing like that!”
I shrug and say, “Neither did I.”
Everyone goes back to what they were doing, as do we, and then Jayy finds a beautiful dress and shows it to me. I smile, and he drags me to the fitting room. Once inside, I strip down to my underwear, taking my bra off as well, since it’s strapless, and then throw the dress on.
When I step out of the dressing room, he looks at me with wide eyes, and says, “Oh, that’s so the one.”
I smile at him, then return to change back into my Pikachu outfit, and then exit. He takes the dress from my hands, and walks over to the shoes. Within seconds, I find a pair I love. I find them in my size, and try them on and show Jayy. He smiles happily, then nods, and I slip back into my black boots.
He pays for the items, then we head out to Hot Topic, where he tells me to pick out some accessories to go with my dress, and I pick out what I like, then show him. I’ve never been too good at picking what would look good together, so when he smiles and nods at me, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Once everything I need has been bought, we head back home, where I just walk to the living room, and crash on the couch.
When I wake up, it’s almost noon, and I’m still tired. I scratch my head, then get up, and walk over to the fridge. I grab a Monster Energy Drink, and head up to my temporary bedroom’s bathroom to take a shower.
Once I’m out of the shower, I get dressed, but don’t bother with my hair and makeup. On the ride home, Jayy said he and Dahvie would do it for me, so I shrug it off, and sit on the white bed. As I sit there, I think of how close I’ve been getting with all of them, and it’s beginning to scare me. How could I let myself get this close in such a short amount of time?
I should know better than this. I can’t let myself get this close. I suddenly feel the urge to self-harm again. I can’t help it, so I head down stairs, grab a knife from the kitchen, and quietly head back upstairs with the knife hidden under my Motley Crue shirt.
Once in the room, I head into the bathroom, and lift my shirt. I know I can’t get away with my wrist anymore, take the knife from my shirt, and then pull the top down again. I lift one of the legs of my jeans and make a deep gash. I wince at the pain, but sigh as the familiar feeling of adrenaline runs deep through my veins.
I make another slash, and another, until I’m satisfied, and then quickly rinse the knife and hide it. I wash the blood off my leg, and then roll my pants leg down, and head back to the white room. I grab my journal from the night stand, and quickly write in it about yesterday and what just happened. Yeah, I record every time I cut. Got a problem with that, go talk to someone who actually cares.
Anyway, I finish writing and have hidden my journal by the time Jayy and Dahvie walk in the room, and pull me into the bathroom. Jayy has me sit in a chair, while Dahvie gets everything ready. Then they set to work on making me up, and after nearly an hour, they pass me the outfit, and leave the bathroom.
I quickly change, and then head out. I’m grateful the dress is long enough to easily hide my new cuts.
When I get out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, they’re not there, but my door is wide open. I head out, and carefully climb down the stairs. When I get to the bottom, and walk into the living room, Jayy and Dahvie smile happily at me, but there’s another face in the crowd. Ashley.
When he sees me, his jaw quite literally drops, and I giggle at his reaction. Dahvie places his hand under Ashley’s slacked jaw, and pushes it back up, which seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Why he was in one to begin with, I will never understand.
Jayy walks to the hall closet, and pulls out a black leather jacket, and helps me into it. After that, Ashley walks over to me, and offers me his arm, like a really gentlemen from the 1900s would. I giggle again, then wrap my arm around his, just to get a chuckle out of him.
He smiles down at me, and says, “Ready to go?”
I nod, then wave to Jayy and Dahvie, as Ashley takes me to his car, and holds the door open for me. Once I’m inside, he closes the door, and walks over to the driver’s side, gets in, and then backs out.
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be looking for,” I complain.
“Think red and black lace,” he says, and shoves me a little harder towards the dresses. I growl, then walk the foot that’s left and start rummaging through one half of the racks, while Jayy takes the other. I then casually ask, “So, you know where he’s taking me?”
“Yep,” he tells me.
“Really? Then maybe you can at least give me a better clue than lace?” I ask, equally casual.
“I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work. Sorry, Katie, but Dahvie and I are sworn to secrecy,” he says, with a smirk. I growl under my breath at him again, and he asked, “What’s with all the growling?”
I shrug as I continue looking through all the dresses, and say, “Don’t know. It’s kind of always been my thing. You know how some will grind their teeth or roll their eyes when they’re unhappy? Well, I growl.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, while he continues to look as well.
It’s nice to have Jayy here looking through the dresses with me. Having him as a brother’s nice too. It’s sort of like having the best of both worlds with him being gay too, because I can talk about this sort of stuff with him, and he doesn’t cringe like most guys would, and he’s also like the protective big brother that was taken away from me before I could get to know him.
Then I notice what’s playing on the store’s radio-ugh, One Direction-and sigh as I pull out my phone and headphones. I pop the ear buds in, then turn on Skillet’s The Last Night, and blast it. I start softly singing with the song, as I look through the dresses.
“You come to me with scars on your wrist. You tell me this will be the last night, feeling like this. I just came to say goodbye. Didn’t want you to see me cry, I’m fine. But I know it’s a lie. This is the last night you’ll spend alone, look my in the eye so I know you know, I’m everywhere you want me to be. The last night you’ll spend alone. I’ll wrap you in my arms and I won’t let go. I’m everything, you need me to be,” I sing quietly. Or at least, I thought it was quietly, but I guess not.
Jayy pulls one of the ear buds from my ears, and the girl next to me says, “That was beautiful. What song was that?”
“Umm . . . The Last Night, by Skillet,” I tell her.
“Wow, you did an amazing job. Please, continue,” she says, and when I look over at Jayy, he smiles and nods. I shrug, then pop the headphones back in, and begin singing with the song again.
“Your parents say everything your fault, but they don’t know like I know you. They don’t know you at all. I’m so sick of when they say, it’s just a phase, you’ll be okay. You’re fine. But I know it’s a lie! This is the last night you’ll spend alone. Look me in the eye, so I know you know. I’m everywhere you want me to be. The last night you’ll spend alone. I’ll wrap you in my arms and I won’t let go. I’m everything, you need me to be. The last night away from me. The night is so long, when everything’s wrong! If you give me your hand, I’ll help you hold on, tonight. Tonight,” I then sing the chorus once more, and when I’m done with the song, I look around myself, and see tons of people have crowded around to hear me sing.
When the song ends, they all clap, and a few ask for more. I stand there, shocked shitless for a moment, then shrug, and pop the headphones in again. I flip to Papa Roach’s song, Scars, and begin belting out the lyrics.
“I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scar remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel. I’m drunk and I’m feeling down, and I just want to be alone. I’m pissed cause you came around, why don’t you just go home. Cause you channel all your pain, and I can’t help you fix yourself. You’re making me insane. All I can say is, I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. And my weakness is, that I care too much, And our scars remind us, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel. I tried to help you once, against my own advice. I saw you going down, but you never realized. That you’re drowning in the water, so I offered you my hand. Compassions in my nature. Tonight is our last stand! I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. And my weakness is, that I care too much, And our scars remind us, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel. I’m drunk and I’m feeling down. You shouldn’t ever come around. Why don’t you just go home? Cause you’re drowning in the water, and I tried to grab your hand. I left my heart open, but you didn’t understand!” I pause for the echo, then do a bear growl for the next part, “Go fix yourself!” and back to my normal voice for the next part of, “I can’t help you fix yourself. But at least I can say I tried. I’m sorry but I got to move on with my own life. I can’t help you fix yourself, but at least I can say I tried. I’m sorry but I got to move on with my own life!” and after two more rounds of the chorus, I pop the ear buds out again.
Once again, everyone claps, even Jayy, and he says, “I had no clue you could sing like that!”
I shrug and say, “Neither did I.”
Everyone goes back to what they were doing, as do we, and then Jayy finds a beautiful dress and shows it to me. I smile, and he drags me to the fitting room. Once inside, I strip down to my underwear, taking my bra off as well, since it’s strapless, and then throw the dress on.
When I step out of the dressing room, he looks at me with wide eyes, and says, “Oh, that’s so the one.”
I smile at him, then return to change back into my Pikachu outfit, and then exit. He takes the dress from my hands, and walks over to the shoes. Within seconds, I find a pair I love. I find them in my size, and try them on and show Jayy. He smiles happily, then nods, and I slip back into my black boots.
He pays for the items, then we head out to Hot Topic, where he tells me to pick out some accessories to go with my dress, and I pick out what I like, then show him. I’ve never been too good at picking what would look good together, so when he smiles and nods at me, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Once everything I need has been bought, we head back home, where I just walk to the living room, and crash on the couch.
When I wake up, it’s almost noon, and I’m still tired. I scratch my head, then get up, and walk over to the fridge. I grab a Monster Energy Drink, and head up to my temporary bedroom’s bathroom to take a shower.
Once I’m out of the shower, I get dressed, but don’t bother with my hair and makeup. On the ride home, Jayy said he and Dahvie would do it for me, so I shrug it off, and sit on the white bed. As I sit there, I think of how close I’ve been getting with all of them, and it’s beginning to scare me. How could I let myself get this close in such a short amount of time?
I should know better than this. I can’t let myself get this close. I suddenly feel the urge to self-harm again. I can’t help it, so I head down stairs, grab a knife from the kitchen, and quietly head back upstairs with the knife hidden under my Motley Crue shirt.
Once in the room, I head into the bathroom, and lift my shirt. I know I can’t get away with my wrist anymore, take the knife from my shirt, and then pull the top down again. I lift one of the legs of my jeans and make a deep gash. I wince at the pain, but sigh as the familiar feeling of adrenaline runs deep through my veins.
I make another slash, and another, until I’m satisfied, and then quickly rinse the knife and hide it. I wash the blood off my leg, and then roll my pants leg down, and head back to the white room. I grab my journal from the night stand, and quickly write in it about yesterday and what just happened. Yeah, I record every time I cut. Got a problem with that, go talk to someone who actually cares.
Anyway, I finish writing and have hidden my journal by the time Jayy and Dahvie walk in the room, and pull me into the bathroom. Jayy has me sit in a chair, while Dahvie gets everything ready. Then they set to work on making me up, and after nearly an hour, they pass me the outfit, and leave the bathroom.
I quickly change, and then head out. I’m grateful the dress is long enough to easily hide my new cuts.
When I get out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, they’re not there, but my door is wide open. I head out, and carefully climb down the stairs. When I get to the bottom, and walk into the living room, Jayy and Dahvie smile happily at me, but there’s another face in the crowd. Ashley.
When he sees me, his jaw quite literally drops, and I giggle at his reaction. Dahvie places his hand under Ashley’s slacked jaw, and pushes it back up, which seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Why he was in one to begin with, I will never understand.
Jayy walks to the hall closet, and pulls out a black leather jacket, and helps me into it. After that, Ashley walks over to me, and offers me his arm, like a really gentlemen from the 1900s would. I giggle again, then wrap my arm around his, just to get a chuckle out of him.
He smiles down at me, and says, “Ready to go?”
I nod, then wave to Jayy and Dahvie, as Ashley takes me to his car, and holds the door open for me. Once I’m inside, he closes the door, and walks over to the driver’s side, gets in, and then backs out.
Heyy i would really love if you could update this story again or let us know whats happening with the sequel!!!
(Ps - this is ur lil sis...)
12/5/15