Two of the Best

Andy’s POV:

Alex and I didn’t go to sleep when the others did. We sat on the couch and just talked and talked away.
“I know you probably don’t want to talk about this, but I still would like to know more of the story when you were young. I want to know more about you and in more detail.” I said and I saw her sigh.
“I-If you really want to know...I will tell you.” She seemed so nervous when she spoke, as if she still thought that I would hate her for something that happened in the past. I nodded, brushing the hair out of my eyes.
“I-I barely remember anything before ‘it’ happened, I’ve tried my hardest to remind myself of the happy times. When my father would look at me and see a daughter, and not a pleasure device. Around third grade was the happiest time of my life. I made a friend who liked the same music as me and who didn’t judge me. It was Raven. We always stood up for eachother, passed notes, got in trouble together. Gosh the teachers hated us,” Alex laughed before starting up again.
“When I was ten though, everything changed. During fourth grade was when my Dad started to do the things to me...First just talking about sex...then watching porn in front of me...This went on for about a year...T-Then he started to fondle me...grabbing my breasts...slapping me in places…”accidentally” walking in on me taking a shower. In fifth and sixth grade it got worse...He started to make out with me...push me against the wall...t-touching me through m-my panties…” I could hear the pain dripping from her voice, and her eyes started to water. I placed my hand on her thigh without thinking, just trying to be comforting.
“H-He’d do things like that when I sat next to him. My mom just didn’t care...she called me worthless and a freak…I cut my first time in sixth grade and started to starve myself...I was convinced that everything they said about me was true. I kept from telling anyone about it...even Raven. In seventh grade when I was already developed a lot, he...he started to rape me...telling me that I was a whore and a slut through it all…” She shook her head and hid her face in her hands, letting out a few soft sobs before wiping her eyes and looking back up.
“No one would have believed me even if I told them...They’d think I was going insane...And that is how I felt...I still feel like that...That everything I think is a total lie and I make up things to try and comfort myself…During high school it was the same...just rougher and more aggressive, leaving me bruised or sore. I actually got a boyfriend during high school, but he left me when he saw the bruises...he thought that I was cheating on him...I told Raven then...And I found out that she was also struggling. Our insaneness kept us together as strong friends...more like sisters. I started to not talk, I learned to keep quiet. I wasn’t ever able to talk at home because they would just slap me or punch me if I said anything wrong...and why even take the chance during it? Once you guys came out I immediately started to listen you and I fell in love with your music. The words just understood me and comforted me. T-They were all that I had left to hold close besides Raven...we got in a few major fights now and then...and I suffered hard from each of them...All the abuse from my family stopped when I was 19, when I finally moved away with Raven and we had an apartment together. But that didn’t mean that the abuse went away totally...It mentally followed me...it still does...I-I can barely take it anymore…” She finally lost it and started sobbing, her whole body shaking violently.
“Alex come here...everything is ok…” I wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

Alex’s POV:

I wasn’t able to think straight. I thrashed away from him, moving out of his grip and away from him. I just started to shake my head. I didn’t look up but I could tell how startled he was by this.
“P-Please...d-don’t...I-I just need some time to think…alone…” I stuttered out, gripping onto my hair tightly.
“Alex last time this happened you almost killed your-” I didn’t let him finish.
“THAT’S BECAUSE I WANTED TO DIE. I DON’T WANT TO NEED TO BE HERE ANYMORE AND SUFFER...IT WILL NEVER GET ANY BETTER FOR ME. EVERYTHING I DO MAKES ME JUST...REMEMBER AND I HATE NEEDING TO REMEMBER…” Andy almost jumped back at this sudden outburst I had. I was angry. And upset. And confused all at once. I closed my eyes and sat back on the couch, crossing my legs indian style like a little kid as I let out muffled sobs.
“Fine. I’ll see you in the morning,” Andy just said and got up, going to the bunks. I guess I wasn’t welcomed to sleep with him, and I didn’t want to sleep with him after this. I let out a shaky breath before grabbing a blanket and curling up on the couch, covering myself with the blanket and trying to fall to sleep. Slowly I drifted off...the terrors filling my mind all at once...leaving me twitching and whimpering softly on the couch. What have I just done?

Notes

SAD AS FUCK CHAPTER FOR ME OMILORD.

Trying to talk to my kinda sorta friends and they are trying to convince answers out of me.

ugh.

<3Alex