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Movie night
0 ReviewsThis is the last time, through hell I've seen your insides, tear out your eyes tonight and see, is this where my angel lies? They cut you up to see me. Am I worth a thousand lies?
Mikey's POV
It's so weird seeing Gee loved up... He's smiling, and so- so happy! It sounds stupid, but he is always going around grinning. Its kinda creepy, actually. Perfect for Aimee! She even named her bear Deady when she was a kid... What's even weirder though, is seeing Sam happy. She's always been so scared, but since she moved out she's kind of... developed a personality sounds mean, but it's like she could never loosen up. Since she left home, though, she's come out of her shell big time. I think it was WiL who changed her, for the good, and gave her confidence. Well, anyone who can make my best friends smile is good in my book.
WiL's POV
I met up with Sam and we walked home together. Mikey and Gerard had, at some point, arranged for everyone to come over for a movie night. I could think of nothing I'd rather do than watch DVD's with my best friend and my girlfriend. An hour later we sat side by side, on the couch. Aimee and Gerard were curled round eachother to our left, Ray and Mikey were sprawled across beanbags, and Frank and Bob were lying spread across the floor. The movie began. I don't know what it was, but there was an insane lady, swiping at her daughter with a carving knife. Mikey and Gerard turned around to stare at Sam, whose eyes were wide and full of fear. She cried out and put her hand up to touch the scar on her face. Looks like I found out where it came from. Mikey tried to push himself into a standing position, but I shook my head at him, and dragged Sam out of the room to sit on the stairs. Closing the door behind me, I turned, and did a double-take when I saw tears coursing down her face. I sat next to her, and put my arms around her. She hid her face in her hands and continued to cry silently. "Your mother did that to you, didn't she?" I asked quietly, tracing the stitching down her face. Sam nodded, and said "Yeah, because..." I was silent, waiting for her to continue. "My mum is a depressed alcoholic. I didn't know why until a few months ago. It was because..." She paused again. "My father left when I was a kid. That screwed us both up. She started drinking to forget, and one night she was driving home, pissed, when a teenager ran out in front of her car. She couldn't stop, and...The kid died in hospital." She gasped, her body wracked with sobs. I began to see just how much she had been through, and how much of a miracle it was that she could still smile. "As I got closer to the age of the kid, she got more and more agressive.
I decided enough was enough when the chucked an knife at me. I just thank God for my friends. If I didn't have them, I wouldn't be here. I got hold of a razorblade when I was twelve, and would have ended it all, but then I thought of Mikey and Gerard. One time, Gee said to me, 'Don't piss your life away with suicide. That's the bullshit way out.' I remembered it, and decided to stay strong for them." I sat in shocked silence, still rocking Sam. After about ten minutes, during which the enormity of what she had told me sank in, she said "WiL- tell the other guys..." Next thing I noticed was that she was asleep, still leaning into my embrace. I noticed how angelic she looked when she was sleeping. I carried her up the stairs and pushed open the first door I saw. It seemed to be the right one- I could see Sam's messanger bag and schoolbooks strewn across the floor. I put her on the lower bunkbed, and dropped a feather-light kiss on her forehead. I walked back downstairs, where the TV had been switched off and everyone was watching me anxiously. I took a deep breath, and relayed all the information I had just been told.
Aimee's POV
Holy. Fucking. Shit. What the FUCK? Oh my God. All these thoughts ran through my head as I processed the information I had just been told. My best friend had been put through this shit for six fucking years. Why the HELL didn't I know before? I had assumed the stitching was her falling over something; she was always falling over. My blood ran cold as it finally clicked. I had never actually seen her fall over. I had only seen the bruises. My stomach clenched and I felt a rush of nausea. I only just made it to the bathroom before I was copiously sick.
Sorry Amz! That shit about Deady the Teddy... I couldn't help! Hides Cheers for reading, everyone:)
It's so weird seeing Gee loved up... He's smiling, and so- so happy! It sounds stupid, but he is always going around grinning. Its kinda creepy, actually. Perfect for Aimee! She even named her bear Deady when she was a kid... What's even weirder though, is seeing Sam happy. She's always been so scared, but since she moved out she's kind of... developed a personality sounds mean, but it's like she could never loosen up. Since she left home, though, she's come out of her shell big time. I think it was WiL who changed her, for the good, and gave her confidence. Well, anyone who can make my best friends smile is good in my book.
WiL's POV
I met up with Sam and we walked home together. Mikey and Gerard had, at some point, arranged for everyone to come over for a movie night. I could think of nothing I'd rather do than watch DVD's with my best friend and my girlfriend. An hour later we sat side by side, on the couch. Aimee and Gerard were curled round eachother to our left, Ray and Mikey were sprawled across beanbags, and Frank and Bob were lying spread across the floor. The movie began. I don't know what it was, but there was an insane lady, swiping at her daughter with a carving knife. Mikey and Gerard turned around to stare at Sam, whose eyes were wide and full of fear. She cried out and put her hand up to touch the scar on her face. Looks like I found out where it came from. Mikey tried to push himself into a standing position, but I shook my head at him, and dragged Sam out of the room to sit on the stairs. Closing the door behind me, I turned, and did a double-take when I saw tears coursing down her face. I sat next to her, and put my arms around her. She hid her face in her hands and continued to cry silently. "Your mother did that to you, didn't she?" I asked quietly, tracing the stitching down her face. Sam nodded, and said "Yeah, because..." I was silent, waiting for her to continue. "My mum is a depressed alcoholic. I didn't know why until a few months ago. It was because..." She paused again. "My father left when I was a kid. That screwed us both up. She started drinking to forget, and one night she was driving home, pissed, when a teenager ran out in front of her car. She couldn't stop, and...The kid died in hospital." She gasped, her body wracked with sobs. I began to see just how much she had been through, and how much of a miracle it was that she could still smile. "As I got closer to the age of the kid, she got more and more agressive.
I decided enough was enough when the chucked an knife at me. I just thank God for my friends. If I didn't have them, I wouldn't be here. I got hold of a razorblade when I was twelve, and would have ended it all, but then I thought of Mikey and Gerard. One time, Gee said to me, 'Don't piss your life away with suicide. That's the bullshit way out.' I remembered it, and decided to stay strong for them." I sat in shocked silence, still rocking Sam. After about ten minutes, during which the enormity of what she had told me sank in, she said "WiL- tell the other guys..." Next thing I noticed was that she was asleep, still leaning into my embrace. I noticed how angelic she looked when she was sleeping. I carried her up the stairs and pushed open the first door I saw. It seemed to be the right one- I could see Sam's messanger bag and schoolbooks strewn across the floor. I put her on the lower bunkbed, and dropped a feather-light kiss on her forehead. I walked back downstairs, where the TV had been switched off and everyone was watching me anxiously. I took a deep breath, and relayed all the information I had just been told.
Aimee's POV
Holy. Fucking. Shit. What the FUCK? Oh my God. All these thoughts ran through my head as I processed the information I had just been told. My best friend had been put through this shit for six fucking years. Why the HELL didn't I know before? I had assumed the stitching was her falling over something; she was always falling over. My blood ran cold as it finally clicked. I had never actually seen her fall over. I had only seen the bruises. My stomach clenched and I felt a rush of nausea. I only just made it to the bathroom before I was copiously sick.
Sorry Amz! That shit about Deady the Teddy... I couldn't help! Hides Cheers for reading, everyone:)
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