You Are Not Alone ~ Andy Biersack Love Story

It was yesterday I had told Andy of my whole bullying story. I felt guilty for dragging someone so.... perfect, into this. I had decided I was going to skip school today. My face hurt like a bitch from the punch Justin handed to me. I swung my legs over to the side of my bed and stood up. I rolled the waistband of my baggy sweats up since they were already big enough on me as it was. I threw on a sweater over my batman tank top and headed to the bathroom. I still felt like I should at least get dressed today. I had to go buy a battery and spark plugs for my truck that was locked still down at the school. I hopped into the shower and washed myself. I got out and did my makeup and hair as usual, but this time, I pulled on black leggings, combat boots, a short skirt that was waist high that had comic book saying on it, like 'pow' and 'wow.' I then pulled on a black top that fitted on snugly, yet it was comfy. It had long sleeves so it hid the scars on my arms, which reminded me, I was two months clean of cutting.

Yay for me.

I grabbed my leather jacket and then applied some smoky eye make up and put on some dark colored lipstick. I then highlighted my jawline with some darker colored blush. I was ready. I walked out, grabbing my satchel instead of my backpack, and then grabbed my car keys for when I got the stuff. I had money from the small job I had at Starbucks and I was thankful I had it. I began to walk to the car shop, when I pulled out a cigarette and lit up. I smoked as I went down the street, and I put on my sunglasses. My hair fell in it's perfect, wavy style with the bangs pinned back. I turned into the car shop and put out my cigarette. I bought the spark plugs and battery and headed on over to my truck, which was also across town. I walked slowly, not in any rush what so ever. I reached my truck about a half hour later.

I popped the old hood, and went to work. I had always been into cars and such, I worked in a car shop for a little bit, and I kept what I learned there in my mind in case something like this ever happened. I closed the hood and hopped in my baby, and turned it on. The familiar roar of the engine made me smile and I drove off.

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I parked outside of the park and laid on the connected seat in the front that easily fit me if I bent my legs, and I smoked another cigarette happily. The windows were rolled down and my music was up and I was thankful I got the radio installed. I kept my glasses on and was just having a perfect afternoon, that was until I heard some people coming. I sat up quickly, my cigarette hanging out of the corner of my mouth. I turned the music down and looked around and saw exactly who I thought.

Justin and his brats.

I rolled up my windows, but they were manual and you had to twist a knob. I got them up, but my door was swung open and I was drug out. They didn't want anything with my truck. My cigarette fell to the ground, the smoke at the end rising from it. I was drug by my hair down behind my truck, where I was pinned up by Justin, and I saw what I had done to him. The spot where I hit him was blacker than my bruise.

Damn, I didn't know I could hit that hard.

He then leaned into my face, his hand on my neck slightly choking me. "I knew I would find you, you little bitch." He said and punched my face twice as hard as he did yesterday. I fell to the ground and tried to crawl away, but one of his friends caught me and held me up. They held my arms behind my back as they led me to the alley, where no one could see. They handcuffed me to a pipe and began to kick me, brutally. I screamed out, but one of them punched my right across the face, shutting my up. I cried harder than I have ever cried in my life. I watched as Justin grabbed a piece of broken glass from the alleyway and he walked over to me and grabbed my arm that wasn't chained to the pole and ripped the sleeve off my shirt after tearing my jacket. He took it and cut across my arm numerous times. "THIS IS WHAT YOU DO ALL THE TIME YOU LITTLE, CUNT! SO WHY ARE YOU CRYING NOW?"

My face and arms were bloodied. Bruises covered my body as they uncuffed me from the pole and tore my shirt even more, leaving me only in my bra and skirt and leggings and shoes. I grabbed my coat and covered what I could. I hurt. I hurt more than ever. Justin grabbed me and drug me back to my truck, by my hair. I screamed out crying, but whenever I did scream, one of them would kick me super hard. My truck was locked and I was thankful, but Justin lifted me up and tossed my in the truck bed and looked at me. "Don't EVER stand up for yourself, you useless, piece of shit, excuse for a human. All you are is a waste of space that is taking up everyone's air-" He was about to continue, but he saw some people coming and they ran off.

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