Ring! Ring! Ring! I picked up my phone as I was listening to my music. "Hello?" "Alex? I...." a sobbing voice answered. "Mrs. Taylor? What's wrong?" I asked, feeling my heart sink, anticipating the answer. "Alex....I'm...*sob* Kaitlin committed suicide.....She bled out....as well as an overdose....*sob sob*" Sure enough. I had tried and tried to cheer her up for months, but she wouldn't cheer up. I'd done my best, but she'd finally given in to her depression. "I.....see......" was all I could choke out. Click. I hung up and burst into tears. Kaitlin had been my only friend since I was in first grade. Wait, why was I reliving this? Was this a bad dream? Flash.
I saw my mom standing on a chair. I knew something was wrong, she was crying...there was a rope around her neck? Being only five years old, I had no idea what was going on, but I was looking through the door that was only open just a crack. Mom's half naked body was covered in bruises, her eye swollen, lip split open. I was used to dad hitting her at that point. Dad lay passed out on their bed, probably after raping her. Suddenly she kicked the chair away. I didn't know what was happening. I wanted to help her, but I was too scared. What if dad woke up and beat me, too? And so I stood, watching as my mother choked to death, never knowing that her five year old daughter was watching her life fade.
Flash.
I was watching Allison trying to open the window, but it was stuck. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU LITTLE BRAT!" my dad pounded on the door. Allison yelped as he slammed into the door, cracking the wood frame. She was praying as she desperately tried to open the window, all of her bags hanging from her shoulders. CRACK! Dad had busted the door open. Allison screamed, but since we had no neighbors for three miles, no one heard her. My dad yanked her back by her skinny leg and began to beat her. "WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS THAT WHORE?!" He screamed into her face, spit flying. "I....I DON'T KNOW! PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME!" She sobbed. She let out a blood curdling scream as he continued to beat her, then an even worse scream as he shoved himself inside of her. I watched, unable to speak, make any noise, or even move. He ripped her hair out in chunks, he broke too many bones to count, and he...came inside of her.
Flash.

I bolted upright in bed, screaming bloody murder, tears streaming down my cheeks, sweat soaking through my clothes. The curtain was ripped back to reveal all of the guys with panicked expressions. Andy and Ashley had ripped the curtain trying to get it back. I screamed in terror as it was flung open, and fell off of the other side of the bunk. I fell on my back, the air leaving me in a whoosh! The guys ran over to the other side, helping me to sit up. Eventually I got my breath back, tears still streaming down my face. "What happened?" Andy asked. I sobbed hysterically, unable to speak. Andy picked me up, cradling me into his lap as I cried. All the guys had gathered around to help comfort me. When I eventually calmed down enough to speak, I gulped, then simply whispered "Nightmare...." and closed my eyes, feeling exhausted. "Andy....can...I sleep with you?" I asked, sounding just like a fragile child. Andy nodded and carried me to his room, setting me on his bed. It was a double bed, and despite that fact, he was practically falling off the bed. "Andy, just get comfortable." I whimpered. "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable." "Andy, I'm about to slap you. Just make yourself comfortable." I scolded before falling into a light and dreamless sleep. So light, in fact, that I was aware of all of my surroundings....I heard Andy mumbling in his sleep. "Alex.....I....really like you." He mumbled before snoring softly. Shit.

Notes

I AM SO SORRY! I'VE HAD TO WORST WRITERS BLOCK! PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEH! I love you guys, thanks for reading!