If Hell were any Closer

Nikki's POV:

My senses flooded as I came to, my body jerking into a sitting position, although I immediately regretted it. Images of what transpired last night flashed across my mind like a slide show of someone else's life; who was this reckless girl who drank too much and went to parties?

I groaned and massaged my temples, shutting my eye tightly as the dream came back to me. No, not dream, nightmare. Those three different doors, the bloody words, and then finally, Andy, comforting me like he always managed to do. It must be some kind of sign, right? Fate? Destiny? A severe case of alcohol poisoning?

Opening one bleary eye, my heart clenched at the sdarkness that suddenly flooded my vision and the rustle of the blinds from an open window. i didn't want to be here anymore, i no longer felt safe.

I leaned heavily against the headboard, running a hand through my messy hair and sighing, allowing my eyes to adjust o the darkness that seemed to pulsate. I inclined my head slightly, and my eyes bulged at the body laying still next to mine. I sucked in a quick, sharp breath and the person rolled over, revealing a sleeping Andy, and I unconsciously exhaled. It was just Andy.

"Andy," I hissed, lightly kicking his shin, "wake up."

He grunted and groaned, moving away from me but I wouldn't have it. I started slapping his shoulder not-too gently in an attempt to awaken him, yet it did nothing. Not in the mood for this at all, I resulted in crawling on top of him so that i was straddling his stomach as I shook him roughly, putting in a slight punch every so often until I saw movement behind his closed lids, indicating that he was waking.

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest as he woke up finally, taking in his surroundings."What the fu-"

"well, good morning to you too," I interrupted dryly.

He sat up, looking me in the eyes, a lazy smile gracing his full lips, "morning, sunshine, sleep well?"

I flipped him off, flushing as I crawled off of his lap. "What's got you in such a good mood."

he shrugged, "oh you know, the sun's shining, the bird's are chirping, all that shit." He joked, although I knew there was something that was responsible for his good mood, Andy was not a morning person.

Images from my realistic dream flashed before my eyes and I gulped audibly , wanting nothing more then to be able to rid these horrible moments from my brain.

"everything okay?" He suddenly asked, looking at me curiously.

I nodded, quickly oping to change the subject, "so why exactly are you here?" I asked in a bitchy tone.

For a brief moment, Andy looked hurt, but whatever emotion that was, he was quick to mask it, "you got wasted, I took you home. you know, a normal person would say a nice 'thank you' instead of biting my head off."

"But i'm not normal," i smirk.

"That you are," he winks making me roll my eyes.

I crawl out of bed, pulling the blinds up and allowing natural light to enter the confining walls, when secretly, I just hate being in here now. "So when are you going home?"

He shrugs, readjusting himself on the bed, "don't know. Pretty comfortable here though."

I scowl at him. "Asshole," I mutter under my breath.

He scoffs ta my sarcastic remark but doesn't respond. i can feel his intense blue eyes following my every move, which makes me fee;l self-conscious all of a sudden.

I stop in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest, shooting him the dirtiest glare that I can muster at this ungodly hour. "This isn't a bed and breakfast, you can't come and go as you please. Do me a favour and leave, much obliged."

He slips out from under the covers and stands before me, suing his height as an intimidation technique i'm sure. "You really want me to leave?" He asks, and I nod, making his smirk grow. "That's not what you were saying last night," he replies confidently, his eyebrows raising suggestively.

Then i lose it.

"I was fucking drunk for gods sake! I was delirious, sue me! Fuck you, Andy Biersack, you can't just waltz back into my life after being gone for two fucking years! I love you, and you ruined all of that, hell, you ruined me! So do both of us a favour and leave me the hell alone, you asshole!" I shout, and we both freeze, our breaths mingling together so I can't tell them a part for a moment. Time and space both seem to have stopped, as we gaze longingly into each other's eyes, a secret connection mending itself there, only to be severed once again.

His baby blue eyes hold no signs of mockery now, only hope. A wild, frenzied, love-driven hope. "Y-you still love me?" He pants.

I suck in a breath, "I-I didn't say that."

He nods eagerly, "yes, you did! I heard it, I swear. Please, baby, please be mind again. I love you so fucking much, you have no idea. Please, one more chance," he breathes.

I shake my head, blinking away tears, "I didn't. Leave me alone! I can't get broken again! Let me go Andy!"

"No, not yet, Nikki, please I love you, I haven't stopped," he confesses, and it warms my heart, but it's a lie, it has to be.

"Stop it!" I demand, backing away from him, "leave me alone!" I scream finally, and I bolt into my bathroom, locking the door.

I can still here him pleading with me to open the door but my eyes are focussed on something else entirely.

A bloody white towel.

Notes

creepy, huh?
Glad you all liked the last chapter, hopefully it wasn't too much for any of you!
While I'm on the topic, I'm working on a horror story for this website (and Andy fic of course) and I wanted to know if any of you would actually read it. I'm curious if any of you like the horror genre.
Andy and Nikki both confessed their love for each other? Yet it seems that Nikki isn't ready for a relationship with him again quite yet. How many times does this girl have to get trashed for her to realize that she loves him?

any of you watch any fireworks tonight? I know I did!