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You're not my Robin, but you are my Nightwing.

Gut feeling over memory loss.

:Andy's P.o.v:

I bit my lip as I jerked up out of bed, the sweat of just a few hours covered my whole body. I grabbed the front of my drenched shirt in a shaky grasp, I felt like fucking shit. I swung my legs over the edge of my bunk, my feet touching the cold floor. I felt like my head was splitting, my mouth so dry I couldn't call for help. I stood up and the room was sent spinning, I shut my eyes quickly to make my way to the bathroom. I felt around in the dark, I knew this bus it wasn't a problem.

I found my destination with a few staggering steps, the door clicked open as I went in with a sigh of relief. I flipped the light switch, blinking my eyes so they could adjust. I leaned against the counter, and pulled my soaked shirt over my head. Tossing it on the floor I dropped my pants, I stepped out of the pile and reached for the shower curtain. I jerked it back, my hands turning the shower handles to let the water run. I felt my head throbbing as I stepped into the bathtub, I pulled the tap and the shower head came to life.

I felt the relaxing waterfall of warmth surrounding my damaged body, I closed my eyes in satisfaction as I let the water stream down my face. It slid off my eyelashes in tears as I let it soak my head, my hair matted to my forehead. I gasped for breath as I let it beat down my aching back, it was hitting a tender spot. The scar that ran up my lower back took up the right side, it was pale in color but didn't hide it's ugly shape.

I got it when I was fourteen, the memories before that age never came to me. Even now as I was going into my mid twenties, I reached for the shampoo left in the bathtub. It was a purple color. It was probably Ashley's he loved lavender. I opened it to squirt some in my hand, I stepped out of the running water. I worked it through my hair, the smell came like a sledgehammer. I felt the room fade into a small square of white, I was now in blackness again. I was starting to panic as I felt the shower wall come up to meet my back.

(Sixx's/Andy's P.o.v)

I slammed my forearm into the wall, catching myself in instant. I looked at my surroundings, I wasn't in the shower anymore. I was in a cave, it was dark as hell as I maneuvered through the shadows. I found a staircase leading upstairs, as if u was someone else I jogged up them. I felt light like a child, I made my way to the blinding lights peaking out from the closed door. I pushed the door open with my hands, it felt familiar as I made my way into the huge room.

It had a family portrait to my left, my body moving on to its own destination. I never caught the faces of the people as I was met with another set of stairs, I ran up them my hand always on the rail. I turned the corner of the hallway, my feet carried me to a set of oak doors. They were huge, my small hand gripped the handle. I turned it down to let the door slide open, my eyes blinking again to focus on a desk in the center of the room.

I moved on my own to the desk, my face felt weird like I was upset. I felt the hot liquid stream down my face, I was crying and I didn't know why...

:"ANDY!?":

I stopped moving instantly as my surroundings started to crumble away, I looked around myself for more answers. All I could make out was the room of a office, it wasn't typical in my mind it was holding thousands of secrets. Ones I definitely needed to find out, I looked at desk one last time before I was in darkness again. The white square of reality came to meet me in a hot flash, as I was being shaken by Jinxx who was screaming my name.

What just happened? Was all I could think of as I grabbed Jinxx's hand, who stopped his attack of fear and worry. I stood up immediately and he followed suit, "Andy what the Fuck is going on?" He blurted out, I felt like my name was a far off foreign word when he said it. It felt unrealistic, fake almost like-. "An alias.." I muttered cutting my own train of thought off. He was still asking questions, but I was recalling the events in mind now on repeat.

Notes

Updated. How'd I do? =D

Comments

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11/26/14

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11/17/14

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