The Letter

~October's pov~
“I’ve been in this support group for 2 years now, I’m currently 18, Ricky got me when I was the same age as you, 16. He liked them young. 2 years ago, Motionless was still a newish band. I was working sets at one of the concerts, tuning guitars and moving the speakers, you know, tech stuff. Ricky and I talked all night that night, then I had to leave, and once I left we started texting. We’d Skype, text, Facetime, anything to be able to communicate. That went on for months.”

I whipped a tear from my face and continued, “One day he came back to my town to see me, I lived in Seattle. When he got there, we spent days just talking, seeing each other again was fantastic. One day, my parents were home, they didn’t care about his age, they loved the guy. So with them being drunks, they let us drink with them.” “They left to go with some friends, I stopped drinking, but he kept going. He had gone through 2 bottles of whisky. I insisted he stop, but he just kept going. After finishing the third bottle he stopped. He told me all he wanted to do was touch me and feel me. But I refused, I wasn’t ready yet. And I didn’t want drunk sex. So he hit me. So grabbed a knife and held it to my throat.”

I pulled down my scarf, “I almost died that night. If it wasn’t for my dog. Did you ever notice the scars on his leg? My dog did that to him, to protect me. My dog was going insane while I bled on the floor. I couldn’t move and I could hardly breathe. Finally someone called a complaint, I told them it was suicide attempt. He told me if I ever told, I’d be dead.”
I was bawling by now, I’m not the only one. I’m so fucking glad I’m not the only one.


~Raven’s POV~
“Raven, you go.” Amanda said to me, I was trying to cradle October, trying to keep her from falling apart. She stopped crying and I started my story.

“Well, I was at a party. This happened only 8 months ago. I turned 21. Of course I was like, ‘hell yes! Gunna go out and get WAISTED! I grew up in a dry house, no one even thought about drinking. So I was in Vegas, my hometown, and I was in some club, dancing like a maniac, drinking heavily. Then I met Chris, who currently had a girlfriend, so he introduced me to Ricky. Ricky and I hit it off instantly. He loved me. Well so he said. To make a long painful story short, we fucked that night, I lost my V-card to that guy. He didn’t mind my age. But he told me I wasn’t good enough in the bed. I haven’t had sec since then by the way. And so, since I wasn’t good enough, he stabbed me in my upper calf muscle. Immediately I knew he hit an artery. I was able to get to a phone to call the cops. I told them someone came in and tried to kill me, but I got away. And so yeah. That’s my story.”

Notes

Short chapter, but a look into their stories cx I'll get into more detail with them later on in the story <3