Summer's POV:

My head hurts really bad, and it hurts to look at any type of light. Endless tears stream down my face as the memories flood my mind. Ashley kissed me, but he said it wasn't over. It isn't over.
"Summer please,tell me what happened. Please." I hug my knees even tighter.
"This isn't over..." I mumble, repeating Ashley's words. What did he mean this isn't over? Was he going to do more than just kiss me? What would have happened if Andy hadn't of stopped him?
"What isn't over? What are you talking about?" I don't answer her I just shake my head. I can still feel the heat of his hand on my hip. The taste of the Vodka is still bubbling in my throat. The burn of the cigarette still lingers on my skin. He said the alcohol would make me not remember. It all went by in a blur, but I remember everything in vivid detail. I remember him kissing me, burning me, laughing at the pain I felt and then him telling me it isn't over.

"At least let me help you." She says motioning to my stomach. I slowly look down and see the three burns. The sight makes me sick and my mouth goes completely dry. Uh-oh. I quickly throw myself over the toilet and throw up. All that comes up is the remaining Vodka.
"Jacob, can you go get her some water?" Amber asks. He nods and leaves. I start shaking badly, it's freezing and I feel so weak. Amber grabs a towel.
"Sorry, it was the only way we could wake you up." She says draping the towel over my shoulders. Jacob comes back in with a glass of water. I take it instantly and swish it around my mouth. I spit it out and take another sip, this time swallowing it.
"Ok, since you don't want to talk, I'm just going to ask you questions, and you nod or shake your head. Ok?" I slowly nod.
"Did, did you do that to yourself? The drinking and the burns?" I hesitate for a second but then shake my head.
"Was it Andy?" She asks and I shake my head.

"What?" She asks shocked. I swallow hard before I speak.
"Andy...Andy was there..." My voice is horse and it hurts to talk.
"But it....it was A-s-Ashley." I finally choke out, my eyes watering.
"Ashley?" Jacob growls. I cover my face behind my knees.
"I cant do this..." I sob. My head hurts so bad, and my throat is burning. I feel an arm up under my legs and one on my back and I'm lifted up. I cover my face with my hands, not wanting to see reality. I'm laid on something soft, I'm assuming it's my bed. I keep my hands over my face, wanting the darkness to take me away. I hear Amber say something, but I don't listen. And then silence. I move my hands away to see why it went silent. My room is dark with a big patch of moonlight shining through the window. I must have fallen asleep.

There are bandages on my stomach, Amber must have done that, she is so sweet. My head hurts so bad. I groan as I slowly sit up. I look around my room, Amber is curled up in my bean bag chair asleep. She looks so beautiful with the sparkling moonlight laid across her face. She always looks beautiful, with her long blonde hair and hazel eyes. On my nightstand are three pills and a glass of water. I'm assuming that they're pain pills so I take them quickly and gulp down the whole cup of water. I'm too exhausted to get up so I lay back down, and then a thought comes to mind. Did Andy hear me when I called his name?

Andy's POV:

The loud crashing sound of the front door slamming shut, wakes me from my already restless sleep. For some reason I haven't been able to get Summer out of my mind. It isn't too much as to what happened to her, but it was the fact that she called my name. I just think that it is so strange, then again it could of been the Vodka messing with her mind. I wonder if she's awake yet...I check my clock. It's 3:26 in the morning and my dad is just now getting back? Well that's normal, I guess. He's probably drunk off his ass and has a bimbo with him. I'm glad that Candace is at a friends house. I can hear him stumbling around and then I hear something break. I'm never going to be able to go back to sleep like this. I sigh and go over to my desk.

I turn on the lamp and sit down. On top of the desk sits a green composition notebook, the cover has lost some of its color and its worn out because I use it so much. I open it up to a new clean page, flipping through all the already ink filled pages. I pull out my black pen, put it to the paper and start writing.

Awake at night you focus,
on everyone who's hurt you.
Then write a list of targets,
your violence lack of virtue.

We are breathing,
while you're sleeping,
the liars cheating,
our hearts beating

Here's to your perfect weapon,
crack bones with blind aggression,
like birds whose wings are broken
you live without direction.

When I write, I write my mind and the way I feel about something. These few lines relate to me in so many ways, and I'm starting to realize they relate to someone else too...

Notes

I'm sorry I know it's not that long, but I'm gonna update a couple times this weekend so.....
until then hang on.
No, I'm just kidding. :)
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