The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I don't know why I asked Andy to leave. I didn't want him to leave. In fact, I wanted him here. I wanted anyone, really. I just wanted touch. Not in a sexual or flirtatious way, just...touch. I wanted someone to hold my hand and entangle their fingers between mine and to run their hands through my hair and let their arms drift across my waist as they slept. I had never had that.

I thought about my mother. She had raised me as thoroughly as possible, she'd always taken care of me and given her all to me. This was my fault.

That's when it suddenly came back to me. My dreams.

My mother, and the mysterious man, Mitch.

I closed my eyes again, hoping the white room would appear. But it was just black. I opened them again. Was any of that real? Who was Mitch? I rolled over and gasped in pain, biting my lip to keep from screaming. I brought my hand down to the source of the pain and jumped in shock. Rolling back onto my other side, I sat up and looked down. I was wearing only a grey bra and a lair of pink poka-dotted undies, and all over me were dark grey stitches.

All over me. I was 70% thread.

I brought my hand up to my neck, the squeezing sensation unbearable. I felt the metal clamp around me, an brought my fingers back down.

Blood. They were covered in blood.

"A-Andy!" I shouted, stumbling from the bed. I looked down at myself. Stitches, everywhere. "Andy!" I repeated in a scream. I heard him running down the hall towards the room. "What's wrong?" He yelled back, worried.

Bruises and stitches and blood. Everywhere. I could see the bathroom from my angle. I walked forward slightly to see the bathtub, full of bloody water. Was that...mine? I felt myself getting panicked again.

--Andy's POV--

I ran into the room to find her standing there, her fingertips covered in blood. She was virtually melting. "Oh no no no..." I said comfortingly, walking a few steps towards her and holding her against my chest. "It's okay...Shh....You're okay..." I felt as she gave away all her weight, letting me hold her up completely. "Come on." I said. "Let's get this off you." I sat her down on the bed and began to work at the bloody collar around her neck. I fidgeted with the latch for a few minutes before...

Pop!

It was off. I could see the red, blood-stained ring where it had chafed her pale skin. Grabbing the peroxide, I worked a cottonball over the wound. "Andy..." She whimpered. "I want to sleep..." I dabbed the mark with a towel. "I know, I know, we can sleep after this..." I examined the cuts lining her neck. Nothing too bad, just chaffing. I turned her to face me. "Tell me what you're thinking." I said.

Baylie was impossible to read. I could 't control her, I never knew what she felt unless she gave me some sort of hint.

"I don't want to talk." She said.

"Okay." I whispered.

"Lay with me."

"Okay."

Notes

ANNOUNCEMENT.

'Epidemic' will be coming out tommorow!

Epidemic is a post-apocolyptic fanfiction where there's basically...Zombies! The story zooms in on Violet Ellingbow, a timid girl stuck amongst the most chaotic of circumstances. As she meets Andy and his group of survivors, she is taught to be strong, to surive, and most of all, to kill. But is there any room for romance in the broken world the tortured souls call home?

I am so excited to release this new story, get excited! It's gonna be good.