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We'll Get Through This Together-Andy Biersack

Chapter 7-I’m A Freak, I Know

Chapter 7-I’m A Freak, I know

Andy and I start walking home. School was terrible, I hate it and I never want to go back.

Lunch went like this:

Andy and I were sitting at a lunch table when Megan and her friends came over to me.

“Tell me umm what was your name again? Indi?” Megan snarled.

“Imogen.” I corrected.

“Okay whatever.” She was rather snappy. “Tell me this, do you cut yourself?”

“That’s none of your business Megan.” Andy scoffed.

“So you do.” Megan snapped once again.

“Just leave me alone.” I sighed. I wanted to sit in the corner of my room and die.

“You heard her.” Andy growled.

And with that she slapped Andy across the face.

“Emo faggots.” She spat as she walked away.

I helped Andy with his face and it felt better soon.

“Andy can we slow down please.” I ask, my ribs are killing me.

“Sure.” Andy slows down and walks beside me. “You look like you’re in a lot of pain. What’s wrong?”

“We’re almost at the river, I’ll tell you there.” I explain. I finally know something around here.

Within a couple of minutes we’re at the river.

“Well in the morning while I was getting my books out for class Megan kind of walked over to me. She said that I was the new girl and then I ignored her. Once she reminded me that she had spoken I said ‘and’ and then she kicked my ankle and repeatedly kicked me in the ribs.” I explain. I glance over at Andy’s arms, they’re slightly bruised.

“I’m so sorry, I should have helped you.” Andy sighs.

“No, I should have helped you. You were pinned up against a locker.” I sob.

“They would have hurt you worse than she did. Let me see your ribs.” Andy asks.

“I don’t want to lift up my shirt.” I suddenly feel lightheaded just from the thought of Andy seeing all the scars across my stomach from 10th grade. I don’t want to look like a freak.

“But then I won’t know how bad it is, and by the looks of the amount of pain you’re in it must be pretty bad.” Andy says with sincerity in his voice.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m a freak.” I’m almost at the stage of crying now.

“I’d never be able to think that you’re a freak.” Andy smiles, it’s a comforting smile.

“Okay then.” I take a deep breath and pull my shirt up but stop it just before my bra.

“They’re pretty bruised.” Andy says looking at my ribs. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m disgusting. My scars make me look like a freak.” (A/N: If you have self-harm scars you’re not a freak. They show strength, not weakness.)

I pull my top down and wipe my tears of off my face.

“Don’t ever call yourself a freak again; you’re definitely not a freak.” Andy says.

I just nod my head. I feel like shit now.

Andy hugs me but watches my ribs.

“Our parents are probably wondering where we are. We should go back home.” I suggest as I pull away from Andy’s grip.

He nods his head and we start walking home.

A street before ours Andy gets a jumper out of his bag and puts it on.

“My mom and dad would freak out if they saw my arms.” Andy tries to make the mood happier. We both just smile at each other.

Notes

I just realized that I completely forgot to post a chapter so heres chapter 7

Comments

I love this so much

Fall3n_Ang3l Fall3n_Ang3l
5/8/23
Love the chapter, can't wait to read the sequel. :)
<3 love this. I plan on reading the sequel now
Yyaaaaayyy theres going to be a sequel :):)
xEmmaBVBx xEmmaBVBx
5/18/13
Second to last chapter!!! No!!!
skellhellateen skellhellateen
5/12/13