Goodbye Agony

Orianna's POV:

what Andy told me was something i wont forget. He had helped me. when i really needed it. how did he know i was there? why did he help? what's going to happen to me? where am i going to go?

"Andy, why did you help me? how did you know i needed help?" he looked shocked i was asking but answered me in a soft voice.

"I saw your bright hair in your window when i was leaving to come here," he gestured around the room. "and i was hoping to meet you... not like this though... anyways you got wide-eyed and freaked out trying to close your curtains they weren't completely closed though and i saw your dad... and the neighborhood is always quiet and i heard the yelling." he fiddled with the lace of his boots before looking back at me.

"I had a friend who i lost to the same thing. it was a few years ago, he got in his car after his mom stuck her cigarette into his cheek he was driving too fast and wasn't thinking. he flipped his car and died on impact." he looked at me and took my hand. "I'm not gonna let that happen to someone i never got the chance to meet." he smiled at me and i smiled back fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

"Come on, lets go talk to the guys." he helped me up and i felt a massive pain in my ribs but i had broken ribs that never got tended to before, i can do it again. the guys i had met half an hour ago were no longer in the tiny front room. it had an old floral couch, the kind with a carpet kind of feel and an old standing piano made of light colored wood. it had hand written music sitting on it and church choir books. on the lid of the piano was a vase with real fresh flowers-someone must have given them as a gift -sitting on top of a lace cloth surrounded by picture frames. i walked over to them andy following me. i looked over them. there were pictures of a little brown eyed baby and two parents with striking facial features. the pictures with the mother and father went until the child learned to stand on his own and then there were only pictures of him and some older folks.

Andy spoke up. "That's Ashley, his parents died in a car accident when he was little. he lives with his grandparents now. We don't ask him about it." i nodded understanding the loss of a parent.

i followed andy to the stairs. i heard some killer music coming from the door and when he opened it i heard a flood of complicated guitars and a deep bass and someone killing the drums, but no vocals. Woah, are these guys in a band?

Notes

its been a while huh guys?