"but i heard it!" i yelled at my therapist, gerard way. he was a good therapist and was really nice.

"Grey, sweetie you've been traumatized, I'm sure it was just in your head" he said with a calm voice trying to soothe me out of my rage. i stayed quiet and didn't respond with my head hung down hiding my face with my straightened black hair. i stayed like that for a minute trying to calm myself down before gerard spoke.

"Grey, can you please talk to me" he asked in a quiet voice. i shook my head as the timer went off that signaled the end of our session. i rose to my feet and walked out, keeping my head ducked down.
i exited the building and felt the cold air sting my skin but i didn't care. i walked down the street to go to my house with the only sound on the quiet neighborhood street being the sound of my converse hitting the concrete as i walked.

Grey do you hear me?

I'm not crazy. i heard Andy. i looked around me and stood completely still in the fall air. 'its just a figment of your own imagination, grey he is dead' i whispered to myself. i looked around once more and continued to walk down the street and listened to the slapping of my feet on the sidewalk.

no it's not

I heard him again. it was andy. i looked around. still nothing. i continued to walk down the street, and as i was walking i started hearing screaming coming from down the street followed by laughter. i walked down the street and looked around the corner of the brick building. i saw a boy around my age on the ground with blood running down his face. i examined the situation more to see the four tough looking guys standing over him.

"stop" the boy wimpered. the guys just continued to laugh at him.
"we're not gonna let an emo fag like you get away" one of the guys with blonde hair said kicking the boy in the ribcage. it was then that i realized who the boy was.

Ashley.

Notes

let me clarify Grey's brother is not danny worsnop, i just thought of a random name
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