I'm Only Mentally Dying|Andley|

| February 12, 2008. Friday, 3:15, After School Andy's POV|

I withered under his touch as he pushed me against the door of the closet. His hot breath against my neck reeked of whiskey and fish. Ew. I felt a pair of dry lips tug at the skin of my neck. That's it. I tried my best to push away Mr. Dedins but he just laughed at my struggle.
"Please stop! I don't know what I've done wrong, just please stop and let me go!" I cried out as the man in front of me rubbed me through my pants. He started to squeeze me and I let out a painful scream. Tears rushed out of my eyes as I started to kick at him. This man was my TEACHER. The teacher that I actually trusted! He was doing this to me. I finally managed to kick his leg but only to feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. Hot, fresh tears started to roll down my face. "M-Sir..... I trusted you..." "You chose the wrong man to trust then."

| May 20, 2010. Monday, 1:15 am. Ashley's POV|

Everyone in the asylum waited. We had word that there was a new kid coming. Some were expecting a slutty ass blonde. Others were expecting a muscular male that everyone mid level and under would fear. There were others too, but those were the highest ones. "Who do you think it's going to be?" Cc asked me. I smirked slightly "Probably the slutty blonde." Cc nodded with a short laugh. "Same as the others, Purdy." I laughed but instantly shut up just as everyone else did.
We were all expecting them to be struggling under securities touch. The door opened and in walked the head mistress. We all looked in shock. A black figure walked in behind her without any security. I squinted at the figure. Messy hair. That's all I have to say. I can tell he was nervous.
The head mistress looked up at us. "Mid-level, stay. Everyone else go." We nodded and everyone but mid level left.
There was me, Cc, Jake, Jinxx, Vic, Jayy, Amy Lee, and Gerard. Yeah I know, there's a small section of us. We all became close friends, that's for sure.
"Now Andrew, we already checked your bag. However we need to check your pockets. We don't want you to harm yourself." Harm himself? Is that why he's here? Fuck. If that's the only reason he's here then shouldn't he be in lower-level? "Ok you can keep your iPod and earbuds. The blades and pills however, you can't. These aren't your medication pills, so I'm guessing you were going to try to overdose with them."
"Ok mid-level, this is Andrew Biersack, but he's said that he likes to go by Andy. He's a mute. But also very sensitive. Please keep an eye on him. He has these 'voices' in his head and he doesn't like to be to touched. Got that?" We all nodded. So basically this kid is insane? But in a... mindful way? I don't know. We all looked at each other like the head mistress was crazy. I don't think he should be on mid-level. Or is there more about him? I'll have to get a better look at him. We saw her walk over to us. Right behind her was a tall, pale, skinny boy. He had crystal blue orbs. Wow. His black, tangled and knotted hair fell just past his shoulders. He had plump pink lips and a nose and lip piercing. I think he'd fit in just fine with the group.
"Now Andy you need to trust these guys, ok?" Head mistress said, pushing the nervous boy towards us gently. He flinched and started shaking. Why is he shaking? "Andy, you need to calm down. They're not going to hurt you." I stared at him. He looked at the ground, as if he didn't want us to look at him. "Mid-level. I want you to make sure he eats too. Andy has a bad habit of not doing that. Got that?" We again, all nodded. So, what I'm getting here is this kid has some really bad disorders? Not that bad I guess. "Go on, now. You all have some work to do." She turned around and walked away. Andy stumbled over to us. He's a nervous wreck.
"Hi Andy. I'm Cc!" Cc exclaimed in his usual excited voice. Cc.. Well, let's just say that we don't judge or question him.. He's a weird kid. He talks to objects at times. We lose him sometimes. Andy gave a weak smile. Obviously it was fake. "Andy don't worry. We're not here to hurt you." I said calmly. He's gonna be tough.

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|7:47 pm. Andy's POV|

I looked at myself in the mirror. I frowned at the sight. My ribs were jabbing out. One by one. You could count all of them without hesitation. Yet I still felt fat. I ran a hand through my tangled hair and let out a silent sight. Why do I have to be monitored when I have to eat? What if I didn't want to eat? I already ate too much back then. I heard a voice and started to shake. He's back. Tugging my T-shirt back on I quickly ran out of the bathroom. 'He's back! he's back! he's back!' I cried out in my head.
I ran into a guy in the hall. I looked up at him, he didn't look like he was from lower-level. And he most definitely wasn't from mid-level. My eyes filled with fear and I froze. The guy was about 5 inches taller than me.
"Hey, watch where you're going fag." He growled. My anxiety took over me and I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment. I took a few steps back as he walked closer to me. I stumbled back onto the floor and a fist collided into my stomach. I whimper escaped my lips, which hurt my throat like hell because of my lack of using my vocal chords. I haven't spoken or made any noise in so long. It's been years actually. The man took another blow to my face as I whimpered softly. I really don't like this! It hurts like hell when my vocal chords are being used. I looked up at him with pleading eyes before he pulled back his fist. I looked away, expecting the blow but instead. Nothing. I looked up to see that Ashley kid from earlier. He was holding back the man's fist; which I personally, didn't think it was a good idea.
"Touch him again, I dare you.." Ashley snarled in a deep voice. I flinched at the harsh tone and stared at the two.
"Hey, Ash, heh. I was just playing around with the kid... Heh, he ain't hurt, right..?" The man turned and looked at me with a nervous smile. Damn, Ashley even scares upper-level inmates, are they sure they put him on the right level? I looked at Ashley with pleading eyes and he smiled at me, but soon went back to glaring at the man.
"From the looks of it, it seems to be like you're beating the shit out of him. If I EVER see you touching him again, someone will be injured and it WON'T be me OR him!" Holy shit! Did he really just say that? He really wants to make sure I don't get hurt? Or is this all just an act? I think it's an act.
Ashley let go of the man's fist and I braced myself for the punch to make contact with my weak body. But again, nothing happened. There was a stumble behind me and I turned to see my attacker stumbling away from us. I looked back at Ashley, my savior. He smiled back down at me and took my hand away from chest. Due to my conscious, I started to shake violently. I don't like being touched but I wanted to be under control around Ashley. He noticed my shaking and looked at me worriedly. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm not gonna hurt you." He cooed to me. By now, my tears were just stains on my pale cheeks with faded black streaks coating them from my eyeliner. I feel so pathetic now. I feel so weak. I felt a hand petting my hair and I flinched. I looked up to see Ashley stroking my hair. How did he know about my way of being calmed down? Did someone tell him or was it just instinct?
My shakes slowly turned into small trembles as he sat next to me against the wall, stroking my hair calmly. I let out a silent sigh and looked at the wall opposite from us in the hallway.
"All better now?" Ashley's voice pulled me out of my little trance and I looked at him, nodding softly before he took my hand and stood up. I pulled myself up, using his hand as my support. We walked down the hall together to my room.
"Andy, why was he beating you?" I looked down and took out my phone, typing out what had happened. I showed him the text and he nodded, understanding. "I keep an eye on him for you. You look a little tired, you should get some sleep.." Ashley looked at me and to the door besides us. I don't want to rest, but for his sake, I will. I nodded and opened the door, waving a 'goodbye' to him before closing my door.
The walls were white and windowless. The only light illuminated from a ceiling light and that was all. There was a closet and a bathroom to the side of the room. A bed with grey sheets and pillows laid on left corner of the room and a small table stood next to it. My batman blanket was folded at the foot of the bed and my batman plushy was on the table. I looked over to the right side of the room to see a desk and chair against it. I guess I can call this a bit homie, but nothing like my room when I was home.
I plopped right down on my bed, looking at my phone only to see that it was 8:17. I guess I might has well go to sleep now instead of dwelling on my thoughts like I normally do.
Turning off my phone and setting it on the little side table, I grabbed my plushy and hugged it closely to my chest. I petted darkness take over me and I entered a realm of horror filled dreams and memories..

Notes

Yeah another story.....







i have issues... ;___;