If I Fall, Will You Fall, Too? (Fetus Andy Biersack Love Story.)

Desi's POV.
"You ready?" My mom shouted up at me. I came down stairs, ready for my first day at a new school.

"Glen already go to work?" I asked her as I put on my leather jacket. She nodded.

"You need to forgive him at some point." She told me. I shrugged. I mean, if you were beat would you ever forgive them? I wouldn't.

"Bye mom. I know the way." I told her as I grabbed my skate board and headed out the door.
'Great. New school. Not like I've switched schools enough' I thought to myself. I walked in and requested to get my schedule. Once they handed me the paper I walked out into the hall. Surprisingly they didn't say anything about my hair. But other people did. I walked into my first period class and found a guy who had medium length black hair and a piecing. The seat beside him was empty.

"Urm... Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked him quietly, scared that he might judge me. He looked up at me and smiled with his bright blue eyes.

"Go ahead. No one ever really sits by me." He told me as he sat up straight.I put my bag down and sat in the uncomfortable seat.

"Are you new?" He questioned. I nodded.

"That's cool. I'm Andy, by the way." He told me as he held out his hand to shake. I shook it and took out my sketch book and a pencil.

"You're really good." He said, admiring my drawing. I looked up at him. He looked so familiar... Damn. Who was he? Soon he class ended. Then I figured out we have all classes together. In last period I sat next to him as well.

"So you like this school?" He asked me. I shrugged. When the bell rang we went our separate ways I picked my skate board up from the office and walked out.

"Hey faggot!" I heard someone shout. I ignored it and continued to listen to my music.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Another shout came. I still ignored it. I kept walking away. Then someone came over and grabbed my skate board.

"Arse hole!" I shouted at the guy as I took it back.

"Well now I have your attention. You think you can just come into this school and not expect to be hurt? Huh bitch?" The guy said as he slapped my face. My cheek burned and I could feel it turning red. Next thing I know is that I'm down on thee ground being kicked and punched repeatedly. I then started to see blackness...

ANDY'S POV.
I heard crying and screaming but laughing at the same time. By the time i had gotten over there the damage had already been done. The girl with the purple hair that goes by Desi had already been hurt badly.

"Bastards! Can't y'all grow up! Jesus Christ." I shouted as I picked Desi up. She was unconcious and limp so it was hard to pick her up. I decide just to put her in my car and drive her to my house.

"Hi mom!" I shouted as I walked into the house. She was in the kitchen getting dinner ready I guess.

"Hey Andy. How was sch-" She was cut off when she saw me lay Desi down on the couch.


"Again?" She questioned. I nodded. The guys who beat her up had beaten me up the same way. Except, a razor blade had been obviously drug across Desi's stomach. My mom brought me a wet rag so I could tend to her wounds. A few minutes after she became concious and looked at me.

"Where am I?" Desi asked me.

"You were hurt so I brought you here. This is my house." I informed her. My mom soon walked in with a glass of water. I handed it to Desi.

"How you feeling?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"My stomach feels like its been cu- oh yeah." She said, remembering what had happened. I smiled at her.

"I'll take you home." I told her as I helped her up. I asked for her address only to find out that she lived next door to me. I picked her up and carried her there. My mom teased me about it but I ignored her.

"Thanks for helping me." She said as I put her down in front of her door. I smiled.

"Any time. Hey, tomorrow's Friday. Let's catch a movie or something." I told her. She smiled at me.

"Sure." She said as her mom opened the door.

"Who is he?" Her mom asked. I smiled.

"I'm Andy. Your daughter got hit with a soccer ball today so I helped her get home." I told her, knowing that no parent want's to know that their child had been beaten up their first day at a new school.

"Thank you." She said as Desi walked in. I quickly hugged Desi and got her number then headed home. Desi was on my mind the hole time. I had noticed something else about her though. Some of those scars weren't from the guys that beat her up. The were self inflicted... And the other bruises... I had to figure out was going on.

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