A cold breeze surrounded me and my eyes stung from the cold wetness. I was shaking so hard I couldn't move, I don't even know how long I had been out here. I was about to just give up when I heard a deep memorizing voice.
"Miss, are you hurt?" he asked me, leaning down. I said nothing. "Do you need help?" he asked, worried. I shook my head no. "Are you sure you're okay." I nodded. "Can I help you up?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take. I peeled my head away from my knees and took his hand, pulling myself up from off the ground, my legs shook and I could barley stand. I tripped over my own feet and grabbed onto his arm keeping myself balanced. He snaked his arm around my waist and held me up. "What is a girl like you doing, all bruised up sitting in the rain like this?" he asked wiping away a strand of wetness from my bruised cheek. I just looked down at the ground silent. "Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked me, I looked up at him, he looked familiar but it was too dark to really see him. I tried to tell him without saying anything but that never worked, not even on my adopted parents could do that but then he asked me, "You can't talk?" he said shocked, my eyes beamed and I nodded my head, surprised that the thought of this actually working on him. "Well, my names Andrew. Can I take you home?" he introduced himself. I shook my head started to pull away. "It's late and the city is bad at night. Let me walk to home." he insisted. I just nodded and started walking, he followed behind me, placing his leather jacket over me as if he noticed I was starting to shiver. It's like this boy can actually read my mind.
I walked with him, close together, his hand brushed against mine as we walked. The walk home usually isn't long but when a walk with someone, in the dark, is filled with silence, it feels much longer. I just stared at my feet not glancing at Andrew the entire way home. I only stopped when we got to the front porch steps to my adopted parents house. I walked up to steps so I was taller than Andrew, cause boy is that boy tall. He smiled at what I was doing and took one step up, I growled at him and stepped onto my porch. He chuckled and did the same. We stood in front of the door.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Andrew asked again. I just nodded. He touched my shoulder and I felt something, maybe just pain from when those girls beat me. His hand moved to my cheek and lightly caressed the bruise on my cheek under my eye. I didn't pull away but then the motion sensor porch light came on, blinding us. I looked up to see big black lion mane light wavyish hair, covering his face with eye liner and residence of war paint on it probably a day or so old, also covering some of his arms, over the many tattoos that already cover him, he stood taller than me, just hovering over me. The first time yet I really saw what he looked like in a light and I realized why he seemed so familiar. Andrew? Andrew Dennis Biersack? That caught me off guard and I shrieked under my breath and quickly handing him his jacket, making my way into the now opened door closing it behind me, leaving Andrew behind the door on my porch, alone.
"Wait, what's wrong? I still didn't get your name." Andrew asked from the other side as I closed the door on him. I just ran upstairs to my room, trying not to have a fan girl fit that a rock star let alone my idol just walked me home and is now standing on my porch. I changed into this: [polyvore] and relaxed in my soft bed. Slowly drifting off to sleep. I had too much excitement for one night.

I felt the pang of rain drops on my face. I sat on the back porch watching all the little people drunk out of their minds. I don't even know why I am here, a 13 year old loner girl here sitting at a high school keg party. I only came to keep Kyr company while her older brother threw a party since their parents were out of town for the next week. I was sleeping over anyway.
The coldness filled around me, I hugged my arms. I thought of going back inside when I felt someone wrap their arms around me. I jumped and looked behind me to see Jamie, my best friend's 18 year old brother. He smirked and pulled me closer to him. I pushed him away but he just pulled me back, he didn't even smell too much like beer and seemed soberer than he usually is. "Get off of me, Jamie." I growled at him, he chuckled and leaned his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
"You're sexy when your mad." I growled at him and pushed him off of me, causing me to lose my balance and fall off the step I was sitting on, good thing I was sitting on the second to last step so it didn't hurt at all when I hit the grass. Jamie smirked and crawled on top of me, pressing his lips to mine. I banged on his chest, and tried pushing him off but he just put more force into his, his hand slid up my shirt and I screamed. He pulled away covering my mouth with his hand and growled "You scream for help, you die." the anger showed in his eyes and I got scared, he ripped off my shirt and I screamed a muffled scream behind his hand, he glared at me and I became silent. I couldn't say anything. Everything became silent except for the grunt from Jamie as he violated me. "You never speak of this." he spat at me when he finished.

I jolted away, breathing hard in hot sweats, panting I rolled over to my side in bed, looking at the picture on my nightstand of when I was 11, Kyr and I were playing in her backyard. She was the only one who ignored my freaky name and saw me as a real person. I was still bullied then but Kyr would always stand up for me, but now she doesn't speak to me, not that I would talk back. You scream for help, you die goes threw my head, I never spoke a single word since then. I never went to Kyr's house again and when she came to mine with Jamie, I didn't speak only hid in a corner of my room. Jamie left the room and Kyr tried to find out what was wrong. She asked me why I was scared and shaking I just wrote on a piece of paper, 'Your brother'. She got mad, "Why won't you talk, you crazy freak, and blaming it on my brother! I'm out of here, no wonder your parents didn't want you." She was the only one who knew about that, but now everyone knows. I still remember everything and nightmares haunt me every night.