Falling Angels

Andy's POV
I woke up to the sound of screaming. As I gained more consciousness, I realized that the girl next to me was thrashing. "CLAIRE!!!" I screamed, finally fully awake. I shook her, but she didn't wake up. My heart beated to the tune of panic. "Claire!!!" I shouted more calmly this time. She still wasn't responding. I scooped her up and began to rock her twitching body back and forth. Another scream erupted from her. "NOOOOO!!!!!! DON'T TOUCH HIM!!!!!" She raised her hand so that it was right next to her head. It looked like she was holding up some invisible object. Her finger twitched and her body went limp. "I love you even more than that." she whispered. I put the pieces together and realized that she loved me so much that she would die for me. I shivered at the thought and pulled her closer.

Claire's POV
I woke up but Andy wasn't there. I slowly got up and looked around the room, trying to find him. I found Andy and two other people. Two very familiar people. My parents. "What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed. My body tensed up and the pace of my breathing quickened. I closed my eyes and attempted to compose myself. Failing, I opened my eyes, but we weren't in the bedroom anymore. We were in a dimly lit room with bloodstained walls. I frantically searched for Andy, and when I found him he was being held down by my mom. My dad had a gun. It looked familiar. My memory clicked and I realized that it was the gun my dad taught me to shoot with back when we got along. It could only hold one bullet. He pointed the barrel at Andy and clamped his free hand onto Andy's head. "NOOOOOO!!!!! DON'T TOUCH HIM!!!!!" I screamed. There was only one way to save him. I leaped over to the almost-murder scene and snatched the gun out his hand. I positioned the weapon next to my head and flexed my finger. I faintly heard the sound of the gunshot echo through my hollow head. The last thing I saw was Andy's piercing blue eyes welling up with tears. As I drifted up, I realized that my head was hollow because I wasn't in it anymore. "I love you even more than that." I whispered my final message to him. I finally got the chance to save my savior. A feeling of calm relief spread through me as I watched him wrestle out of my mom's arms. He was safe. They couldn't hurt him now. The scene got smaller and smaller until it was just a speck of dust and then nothing. Black curtains lifted and I saw Andy again. He held me in his muscular, tattooed arms and I was snuggled against his chest. I was happy to see my savior, my guardian angel again. 'Angel.' The word rang through my head. I realized what must have happened. "ANDY!!!" I screamed. They killed him. In the end I couldn't even sacrifice my life for him properly. Tears welled up in my eyes. He had his whole life ahead of him. And the fans. He kept some of them alive simply by existing. This was hell. This had to be hell. There isn't any suffering in heaven. I deserved this. I couldn't save Andy, I couldn't live up to my parents' expectations, none of this would have even happened if I wasn't so fucking weak in the first place. I could have handled the stress and the studying. I just HAD to cave in like I always do. "I'm sorry, baby. This is all my fault." Anger surged through my veins. For THIS I would haunt my parents until the day they died. I'd drag them down to hell with me. "Why are you sorry? What's your fault?" he asked me. His eyebrows were pinched in confusion and his forehead was crinkled with concern. "I tried to save you. I tried. This wouldn't have happened if I didn't run away in the first place. I'm so sorry. I should have sucked it up and pleased my parents. Now we're both dead." My voice cracked on the last word. He stroked my cheek and surveyed me with his baby blue stare. "Honey, we're not dead. You had a night terror." He informed me. I touched his cheek. It seemed pretty real to me. Slowly, I got up again and looked around the room. My parents were nowhere in sight. A sigh of relief rushed out of my lips and I collapsed back onto the bed. "I'm so glad you're alive." I told him. He joined me and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm glad YOU'RE alive." He repeated after me. "Now, do you want to tell me what that dream was about?" he asked me. I sighed again, this time so I could have a moment to gather my thoughts. My mouth opened and I began to explain.

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