Creep (Andy Biersack Love Story)

I’m a creep, I’m different from what everybody else is. I’m okay with this fact. I just tend to notice and come to terms with the things nobody else sees. My whole life was a creak in the night, a monster under the bed, ghosts in the addic. It was never make believe, It was all real.

I knew from a young age how different I was from everyone else, When all the girls wanted a barbie dream houses and were princesses for Halloween, when for me it was Halloween every day and I just wanted to know why the monsters in my closet wouldnt go away. Now. At the age of seventeen. I find comfort in the things that go bump in the night and the darkness is my best friend.

But this isnt a story of how weird I am and things that go bump in the night. This is the story of him. Or more importantly, Us.

I was in my place when I felt the cold blade against my throat. It was an abandoned warehouse in which I loved to spend my time. I would spend many hours here and painting in the beautiful yet terrifying scenery was my favorite pastime. In the simplest thought: I was scared shitless. I’m not scared of the paranormal, I'm scared of the living. At that moment, I was scared of the shivering cold blade against my sensitive. He laughed a deep laugh in my ear and I squirmed underneath his hard touch.

“Move and you dead” He says sensually in my ear pressing the blade hard enough to make me stop moving.

He holds me in place and bites my ear training kisses down my neck. I shiver, Not because I liked it. I hated it. To be honest I hated the fact that he was doing this. But it felt good, And I was scared half to death.

I don’t scream, Theres no point. Nobody would hear an airplane take of from this part of the woods. Which makes me wonder how he could have found me put here.

I try to think of an escape from my attackers grasp. There isn't many options but to maybe take him down, and run for my life. The man is bigger than me, much, much bigger than me. I’m smaller than everyone I know. But hes bigger, taller, and from what I have observed, a lot stronger.

I settle for a quick kick to the groin. He is so fast and grabs my foot before it connects; He then bends it in such away that I hear a snap and feel the intense pain rush up my leg. I scream. He starts to beat me. I feel his foot connect with my ribs, again, again, and again until I taste my own blood in my mouth.

Before I black out, I hear these last words “I’m so sorry we got off on the wrong…...Foot, darling. Ill take care of you” He says menacingly and kisses my head.

Notes

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