Think of the Future
You'll Get Away Eventually
"Whatcha writing, Biersack?" A voice sneered in disgust, a hand slamming onto the desk next to him. Andy flinched slightly, closing the beat up notebook immediately and looking out the window silently. "Hey, I'm talking to you." The hand that was on the desk now grabbed Andy by the hair, pulling him up.
"Please... just let me go." Andy whimpered pathetically. It was bad enough that they were stuck to serve detention for the rest of the week- alone. Didn't anyone see that Andy was just a victim? He didn't ask to be picked on like this... "Ashley- let go." he said again, pushing the hand from his head.
Ashley glared, his face scrunching up in anger. He grabbed Andy by the forearms, pulling him close. "Don't touch me, you fucking freak." He seethed, pushing him away violently, without warning. Andy stumbled over a desk, falling over it and his head hitting where the wall and floor were connected, as the desk he fell over now fell onto him. A sickening crack echoed in the, otherwise empty, classroom. Andy didn't exactly feel much, though... He felt something wet... And he heard the door open and voices fill the room- how many people were there now? Everything was echoed and blurry and- what happened? What was going on?
"Andrew, son, can you hear me?" The principal had heard the commotion from down the hall, and immediately came to check it out. What he didn't expect to find was one of his students bleeding from his head with a wrongly bent leg. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Andy's eyes could barely stay open long enough to see anything but a blur of light and color. He still had no idea what was happening... He was numb; pins and needles. The last thing he remembered was being lifted from the ground... then he was gone.
-A/N: The following portion of this is NOT in present time (aka what just happened above) this is in Andy's head while he's unconscious.-
White... Black... Everything was white and black... Black and white? That sounded better; had a much nicer ring to it. Black and white.. where was he?
"Mommy!" The wail of a toddler cut the painful silence. Honestly, Andy was grateful he heard something other than that ringing noise... "Mommy!" The child sobbed again, waddling around the couch to hug the pair of legs that had just come through the door. Andy couldn't quite see who it was... The picture zoomed out a bit, giving him a glimpse of the woman's white tee shirt and black jeans, a denim jacket visible as well. From the looks of it, she was quite pregnant as well. Andy smiled a bit. That was sweet.
"Mommy, I missed you! Why did you leave?" The little girl cried into her mother's knees.
"We're sorry, Chrissie. Daddy and Mommy had to go to the doctor." A voice, the father, maybe, spoke. A pair of tanned, tattooed hands reached down and picked up the sniffling little girl, her blue dress bunching up in his arms as he held her. Andy's jaw dropped. He knew that voice.
Was that Ashley? Just as the thought occurred, the frame moved more so he could see and, now, confirm his original thought. Holy shit, this was a weird dream...
"Why? What's wrong with my brudder?" The girl, Chrissie, gasped. Ashley chuckled and fixed her blonde hair.
"Brother, sweetie." He corrected. "He's just fine, don't you worry. He was getting a check up."
Chrissie looked at her mother's protruding belly. "In mommy's tummy!?" She squeaked. "How!?"
"The doctor has magical tools." Ashley cooed, setting her down. "Now what are you doing by yourself, little Missy? I thought Uncle CC was watching you."
Chrissie smiled sheepishly. "We're playing hide and seek and I can't find him."
Ashley smiled and knelt down. "Let's go find him together, then, shall we?" He kissed her forehead, taking her hand and leaving the room.
Andy smiled fondly, folding his arms. Ashley looked like a good father... It seemed like he had straightened out, from the looks of it. Who was his wife, though?
He watched her begin to move and then stop. She knelt down and picked up a blue pacifier. "Christine Purdy, have you been in the nursery again?" The mother shouted. Andy suddenly froze, staring at the mother in disbelief as the view shifted to her- his face. Was that him? "Oh, Chrissie..." He shook his head, grabbing on to the couch to pull himself up again.
"That's me." Andy breathed, still as a statue. He was a mother...? How? And how was he married to Ashley of all people? He shrunk back, choosing to remain silent and just watch.
-A/N: Until the end of this 'dream,' the mention of 'Andy' will be referring to the future Andy. Does that make sense?-
Ashley came back, a laughing CC behind him carrying Christine. "We found him."
"Where as he?"
"Ah- It's a secret." CC grinned, patting Andy's shoulder. "I'll see you guys later. Bye Chrissie!" He said as he got his shoes and keys. Chrissie waved, giggling. Andy held up the powder blue pacifier.
"Now that he's gone, I'd like to know why you were in your brother's stuff again." Andy cocked a brow at his daughter. Chrissie looked down.
"I'm just excited..." She shrugged. "I'm sorry.."
Ashley took the pacifier from Andy and picked her up. "Christine, look at me." He murmured, looking into the sad blue orbs belonging to the two year old. "We're not mad. But don't go in there unless one of us is in there, ok? Everything's set up for the baby and we can't have things go missing."
Chrissie nodded, yawning.
"Alright, nap time, monkey." Andy laughed, reaching out to take her. Ashley stepped back.
"Nuh-uh, babe, I got it. You go sit down before you fall over." Ashley pointed to the couch. Andy rolled his eyes and waddled to the sofa, plopping down.
"Sleep well, princess!" He cooed after his daughter as Ashley carried her upstairs. Andy settled into the sofa, kicking his shoes off carelessly. When Ashley came back, he sat beside him and pulled his feet onto his lap.
"Ankle massage, my love?" He hummed.
"Mm, yes please.." he breathed. "They've been killing me all day..."
Ashley chuckled softly, massaging Andy's swollen ankles. Andy, eventually, began to doze off, a hand on his stomach feeling the baby's soft flutter kicks. "Baby?" he murmured sleepily.
"Yes, Ands?" Ashley smiled fondly.
"Will you tell me the story of how we got together?" he yawned. "From the beginning..."
Ashley kissed his stomach. "Of course." He murmured. "It all started in detention in junior year when I nearly cracked your head open..." He snickered softly, earning a light slap from Andy.
"Not funny." He mumbled.
"Right, of course not." Ashley laughed. "Anyways, you had to go to the hospital, and I had to go with since they couldn't leave me in detention by myself. You were out cold but when you woke up you wanted me to sign your leg cast..."
And then everything trailed off, the blinding white blur of light consuming Andy's vision and the ringing coming back.
-A/N: aaaand back to original Andy-
"Andy?" A voice cut through, ending the constant sound. The eyes of the boy in the hospital bed fluttered open, darting around wildly to assess the situation. He was in the hospital.. Just like the Ashley in his dream had said... "Oh my god, you're awake finally.." The voice huffed.
"Who..?" he croaked, throat dry and head throbbing. He covered his eyes to block out the blinding light.
"Um.. Ashley."
Andy's eyes shot open. He tried to sit up to look. "Ashl-"
"Shit- no, you aren't supposed to move that much. Just lay down." Ashley fretted, gently pushing him back down onto the bed.
"What happened..?"
"I.. You got stitches in your head and your knee dislocated so.." Ashley trailed off. "You passed out before you even got here, though.."
Andy squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them slightly, looking at the morphine traveling through the IV drip that thankfully numbed the ungodly amount of pain he would feel without it.
"Sorry." Ashley said softly. "I didn't mean to do all this. I guess I didn't realize how hard I pushed you until we got here." He grimaced.
Andy looked at him slowly, feeling a slight pinch in his head from the stitches, but it was barely even there. It was numbed, thankfully. He gazed at him, eyes slightly glazed having just awoken.
"I forgive you.." He smiled weakly, a hand weakly sliding over his stomach as he remembered the dream fondly. He looked at his leg that was propped up and in a cast, smiling a little. "Hey, Ashley? Do you have a sharpie..?" Andy asked quietly. Ashley frowned, getting one from his school bag.
"Um, yeah. Why?"
