On Leather Wings

Echo's POV:
What the fuck! Is he really my next door neighbor?! I thought as he walked past me and sat on the couch that was in the living room. "Nice little place you've got here! I assume you just moved here?" Andy said as I sat down next to him. "Yeah. I'm sorry if this sounds really stupid, but are you really my next door neighbor?" I asked quietly. I was still trying to determine if this was a joke or not. He chuckled a little bit. "Yeah, I'm really your neighbor. I've been living in that apartment ever since I moved to LA when I was 18. I've never made any attempt to befriend any of the other people that have lived here. You're the first I guess!" He said as he looked around. Wait. Did I just hear that right? Andy wants to be friends with me?! "I actually just moved here from Minnesota with my friend, Apollo. We are actually in a band, just like you! We are looking for more members though." I said as I looked down. I'm probably just boring him. "That's so cool! Most of the people that live here are old people or stuck up wannabe models." Andy said as he laughed. We both talked about random stuff for a while. Apparently Andy just got back from tour a few hours before Apollo and I got here. I was surprised that we didn't wake him up with our banging of boxes and furniture. Just then, the door opened. "Hey Echo! Sorry I was gone for so long! I decided to go by the liquor store and pick us up a few bottles of Jacks!" I heard Apollo yell from the front hallway. Good thing he had went in the kitchen and dropped off the bags before he came into the living room, because when he saw Andy, he dropped like a rock out of shock. Andy and I rushed over to where he was. "WHAT IS ANDY BIERSACK DOING IN OUR APARTMENT?!" He yelled looking at Andy. Andy started laughing as he helped Apollo to his feet. "I'm your new neighbor! I live in the apartment next door, and I thought I would just come and say high!" Andy and I died of laughter when we say Apollo's face. Priceless!
~Time jump!~
Andy stayed for dinner with us, which was fun. Then we played board games until around 11 when he had to go home. Apollo went right to bed after he left, which left me alone. Great. I walked into the kitchen and saw the whisky that Apollo had bought. I know I'm only 18, but Apollo is 21, so he was my only way of getting it. I grabbed a bottle and went to my room. I sat on the bed and looked at me phone. 100 text messages, 30 voice mails, and 40 missed calls. All from the same person. Aurora. Every last text said basically the same thing. Either to go kill myself or that I'm going to hell. I sighed as I opened the bottle and took a big gulp. The burn from the alcohol felt amazing. The more I drank, the darker my thoughts became. Why do I continue living? I got up and stumbled to my bathroom. I opened my makeup bag and looked for the little black box. When I found it, I read the note on the front that said 'Think before you act'. I thought for a second, then opened the box. In it were three razors. My friends, my faithful friends. I took one of them out. It has been so long since the last time I had done this. I pressed the blade to my arm, feeling the cool metal kiss my warm skin like a long lost lover. One cut for my mother and father, who passed away when I was young. Two for each person that had ever called me a faggot. Before long, my arms were filled with cuts from my wrists to my elbows. I sighed and cleaned up the mess. I was worthless. Aurora was right, I am going to hell.

Notes

Very dark episode. I'll try to post when ever I can. I hurt my neck, so it hurts to sit at a computer for too long. So, please be patient.