Sunlight and whispers; that’s what woke me the next morning. “I love you,” he would whisper. Then followed the song. The sunlight peered through the window, shining brightly on my face. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. The sunlight had cast a golden glow on his perfect, pale complexion. He looked down at me and smiled. “Good morning, my love,” he said as he kissed my hand. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and proceeded to press his lips against mine. Ashley walked in and Andy seemed to ignore him. For a moment, Ashley just stood there, waiting for Andy to notice him. Andy never pulled away from our kiss. Ashley walked over to him, grabbed his hand, and dragged him out of the room. I sat there, a confused expression finding its way onto my face. I wonder what that’s all about, I thought to myself as I got up and followed them. Neither of them noticed that I did. I secretly followed them. They went into Ashley’s room where they would be alone since Jinxx was spending the day with Sammy Doll. Ashley slammed the door. “What the hell are you thinking?” he loudly whispered. There was no answer from Andy. “Well?” Ashley said impatiently. Still no answer from Andy. It was then I heard the connection of a hand to a face. “You bastard! I told you that she was mine!” I heard Ashley yell quietly. “You can hit me all you want, scream at me, do whatever. I don’t care! I love her and I’m not giving her up for anyone!” Andy screamed back. “You backstabbing Asshole!” Ashley screamed. I had heard enough. I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I slid down it with a shocked expression on my face. I pinched myself a few times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Each time hurt like hell, but I kept on doing it. That is, until I heard Andy’s bedroom door slam. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I’m not that different from every other girl. What do they see in me? I thought to myself. I sighed and walked out of the bathroom and into my room. Andy was staring out the window. I tried to quietly walk over and get my phone, hoping he was too absorbed in his thoughts to notice me. I took three steps before he asked me a question. “The show isn’t until 10:00 tonight, so we have all day to do whatever we want,” he said as he turned around and walked over to me, a devilish smile planted on his face. He took my hands and leaned in closer to me. “Let’s go out somewhere,” I said. Our faces were inches apart. It was like the first time he had ever tried to kiss me. “Or we could stay in,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was very seductive and his smile was very lustful. His eyes were overflowing with passion. I couldn’t speak. There was no way to respond to him. I was frozen in time while everything else moved forward. Andy pinned me up against the wall. No. Please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this. I thought. I would’ve spoken, but I couldn’t process the thought. He began passionately kissing me. His hands were gently holding the small of my back. His lips moved to my neck and his hands moved to my hips. Move dammit, move! I thought. I tried to move my arms, my hands, anything. But nothing happened. He began to slowly slide his hands up my shirt. I didn’t want this to happen, not yet anyways. I didn’t want to be just another girl he used for sex. His hands moved up and down the curves of my body. Shivers of excitement and fear ran up my spine. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to scream for help. I wanted him, or somebody, to hear me. Help. Please. I thought as he began to undress me and throw me on the bed. Please. Help. A single tear ran down my face. I gasped in shock as I sat up. I looked at the clock on my phone, 2:30 am. It was just a dream I thought to myself with a sigh of relief. I stood up and walked over to the window. The starry sky was adorned with blackness and a beautiful moon. As I was looking, I felt someone’s eyes on me. I turned around and saw a very familiar figure in the doorway. "Can we talk?" he asked quietly. "Sure, Ashley,” I said, kind of nervous. We walked out into the main part of the tour bus. He turned and faced me as he grabbed my hands. Then he spoke.“I know you’re with Andy, and I know you probably don’t think about me the same way I think about you, but I need to tell you this,” he said nervously. “I l-love you,” he managed to whisper. My mouth dropped in shock. “You….love me?”I said, confused. “Yes. From the very first moment we met, I’d fallen for you. I love you more than Andy ever could. Just imagine what we could be, Courtney,” he said. I couldn’t move I couldn’t speak; I just stood there. I heard the door hit the wall as it slammed open. Andy was brimming with rage. “Ashley, you son of a bitch!” he screamed as he ran towards him, fists clenched. I jumped out in front of him as he was about to hit Ashley. His fist landed right on my face. There was a definite crack!. Fountains of blood followed soon after. I fell to the ground with a thud! “Don’t hurt him, Andy. You’re the only one I love,” I said as I looked up at him. I smiled a crooked smile as blood dripped from my mouth. His eyes widened in horror as tears filled them. He dropped to his knees. “I’m……sorry,” he managed to stammer out. I didn’t have to look at Ashley to see that he was pissed. I crawled over to Andy and looked deeply into his eyes. I wrapped my arms tightly around him. He began weeping on my shoulder. I looked back at Ashley who now had a look of defeat on his face. Sadness crept into his eyes. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I was worse than I thought. I picked up a towel and started wiping the blood off of my face. The crimson liquid absorbed into the towel. After I was all cleaned up, I went into the kitchen and put a bag of ice on my face. I walked back into my room and looked out the window. The starry sky was adorned with blackness and a beautiful moon. I wonder where Andy went I thought. I was about to go and look for him when Ashley entered the room. He closed and locked the door behind him. He then pinned me against the wall. I kicked him as hard as I could repeatedly, but he just gripped my wrists even tighter. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I bit it as hard as I could. He kept on kissing me. The grip on my wrists tightened. It felt as though they were going to snap. He then took a headband from my hair with his teeth. He threw me onto the bed and tied me up with my headband. “Ashley you bastard! Open this door!”Andy demanded from the other side. Ashley ignored him and undressed me. I began to sob silently. As Ashley was about to go inside of me, Andy broke down the door and tacked him to the ground. He then pulled Ashley up by the shirt collar and threw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. He ran over to me and embraced me. I could do nothing but cry on his shoulder. I was mortified. I must’ve fallen asleep, because when I awoke, the sun was shining brightly. I got out of bed and got dressed. Andy wasn’t in the room, but I could hear him talking in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and thought about why I was there. I was there because I told myself that I would meet Black Veil Brides and thank them for saving me. After that, I could die peacefully, but I still hadn’t thanked them. Andy walked into the room. I looked him dead in the eye and spoke. “Thank you,” I said as a single tear fell from my eye. “Thank you for saving me. My life is in your hands now. Do what you will with it,” I said. “I can do anything I want?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. He grabbed my hand and dragged me off of the tour bus. We walked down the road to a tattoo parlor. When we entered, he walked over to one of the tattoo artists and whispered something to him. The man nodded in agreement. Andy grabbed my hand and took me over to a chair. We sat down next to each other. The man did Andy’s tattoo first. I couldn’t see what it was, but I knew it was on his hand. It took the man about twenty minutes. He then moved to me. “No peeking,” Andy told me with a smile. I closed my eyes and felt my finger being tattooed. About twenty minutes later, the man was finished. “Ok, open your eyes,” Andy said. When I did, Andy was on one knee, holding my hand. I looked down at my tattoo and my mouth dropped. It was in the shape of an engagement ring. He had one that was identical. “Will you marry me?” he asked. I woke up and looked around. “Whoa,” I said under my breath. “Some dream,” I said as I looked through the darkness to my black-and-pink splatter painted room. Pictures covered the majority of it. I looked out my window. I was still in that halfway house in miserable Ohio. I sighed. STWOF (Set the World on Fire) was still playing on repeat. I looked at my phone. It was 4:02 in the morning. School was going to suck the next morning, being as I was a freshman. I grabbed a pen and a notebook and began writing down every event in my dream with excruciating detail. I opened my window and crawled out. I stood amongst the violent thunder and bright flashes of lightening. “One day, Andy, we will meet. But I will not be the same girl I am now. I’ll be up on stage, with everyone screaming my name. I promise you this,” I said as I looked up into the jet black sky. “One day,” *********************The End**********************