On Leather Wings

Apollo's POV:
Something was very wrong. After Andy left and I had gone to my room, I heard Echo go to the kitchen to obviously get a bottle of Jack, then go to his room. After a few minutes, I quietly opened my door and snuck across the hall to his door and listened. I heard soft sobs and what sounded like water drops coming from his bathroom. Something didn't seem right. It was probably because of that stupid bitch Aurora. I hated her. She used to be like Echo and I, listening to Metallica, and talking about being in a band. She had been one of our guitarists before Echo and I moved, until she started to change. She started listening to country, not that country is bad, and dressing in more slutty cloths. She threw away her dark band shirts, convers, and black skinny jeans, replaced them with pale pink and yellow flannel shirts, cowgirl boots, and short shorts. This didn't seem to bother Echo, because he wasn't one to judge. It wasn't until she started acting like a bitch and tried to get him to change when he finally had enough and broke it off. This happened shortly before Echo graduated. I had stayed behind in Minnesota, saving up for an apartment for the two of us, while my girlfriend Angelica went ahead to LA to start her career as an actress. After Echo graduated, Angelica and I had saved up enough money to rent an apartment for the 3 of us, so we came here asap. I was snapped back into reality by Echo's bathroom door shutting and the sound of his mattress moving. I slowly went back to my room. Angelica was staying at her friend's house for the night and would be back tomorrow night, so I spent that night alone.
~Next day~
Echo's POV:
So much vomit. It came out of my mouth like a flood. The light screamed at me, making my head hurt. Why did I have to do this to myself. I knew that Apollo already left for work. I didn't care. I just wanted Aurora to stop texting me. I've tried changing numbers, but she somehow get's my number. I sighed. I had finally stopped throwing up when I decided to grab my phone. I looked to see more texts from Aurora, but I ignored them and called Andy. "Hello?" He answered me sleepily. "Oh shit! I'm sorry if I woke you up." "It's ok. What's up?" "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today. Apollo is at work today, and you are my only other friend." "Sure dude! I'll be over in an hour." He hung up the phone. I went and took a shower. After my shower, I straightened my black hair, then putting on a misfits shirt, black gauntlets, black ripped skinny jeans, and black convers. There was a knock on the door just as I had finished my black eyeliner. I went to the door to see Andy there. "Hey!" He said as I let him in. "Hey, what's up!" I said as we sat down in front of my xbox 360. "Nothing much dude. Are you ok? You don't look to good." He said looking at me. Shit. "Yeah, I have a really bad hang over right now." I remembered what happened last night. The cuts on my arm burning. I suddenly felt him grab my arm. I ripped my arm from his grasp as I yelped in pain. I looked into his eyes and saw worry and confusion. "Let me see your arm." He said trying to grab my arm again. "Why?! What the fuck dude!" I yelled. What was going on! "Just let me see them!" He yelled back, successfully grabbing my arm. Pain shot through, making me cry. Why was he doing this! He ripped my cloth gauntlet, revealing the mess of angry red cuts. We sat there in silence as he took it in. "Why would you do this to yourself..." He asked, almost too quiet for me to hear. I slowly started sobbing. Why would he care. I'm a monster.

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