We Stitch These Wounds

Arrival *Andy* -1-

*Andy POV*

I sat in the uncomfy chair outside the principal's office and just mulled over the string of events that had happened lately. I remember all the days that have changed my life.

The latest one was when I was making out with my now-ex-boyfriend and my Christian father walked in on us. You can imagine what happened.

My boyfriend left me, because of my father, and my father - being a very religious man - decided to start sending me to an all boys Christian academy called "Pure Wings" that straightened out "bad" boys. Apparently being gay is a sin.

I looked up when I heard the door creak open. My father stepped out and the principal called me in. I walked in, passing my father and stood up behind the chair and stayed there.

"Take a seat?" Principle - I looked at the triangular prism on his desk - Dean asked me. I shook my head. "I understand why your father has sent you here, and I completely agree with him. Being with the same sex is a sin. It says so in the Bible," he explained. I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. Instead I played with the end of my sleeves of my long-sleeved leather jacket.

Principal Dean looked over my outfit. My outfit consists of my leather jacket, a Motley Crüe t-shirt underneath, black skinnies, and black high top Converse. He also studied my hair and face. My hair was shaved on one side and dyed black, I was wearing a black line of war paint across my face and eyeliner.

"You are not going to wear that here," he stated. I looked down and studied my shoes. I may be listening to him, but it's not like I'm gonna obey him. "Do you talk?" I put my hand out and shook it, signaling that it was very little. He nodded and handed me a light blue piece of paper. I scanned over it.

A schedule.

"Your schedule will tell you where to go and when. I will get a student to come and take you to their room. You will be staying with them." Principle Dean called a student and a kid that looked about my age walked in wearing similar to what I was. I guess I'm not the only one. "Andrew, this is Christian. Christian this is Andrew Biersack, he will be staying with you, Jeremy and Jake. Andrew, welcome to Pure Wings."

I went outside, grabbed my suitcase and backpack, left without saying a word to my father, and followed Christian to his dorm.

"Heya, my name's Christian, but everyone calls me CC. You're name's Andrew, correctamundo?" CC asked me. I nodded in a reply. "Do you have a nickname?" I nodded once more. "What is it?" I looked at him and then looked at the floor. "Do you talk?" CC asked me. I nodded, but put my hand out and shook it, telling him it was very little.

He pulled out a little notepad and pen for me to write on. I looked at him, confuzzled. "You're not the only one." I nodded and wrote down:

I do talk, but it's just not a lot and it's only to people I'm comfortable with. You can call me Andy.

"Andy? Nice nickname!" CC laughed after he read it.

We walked up to a door. He slipped a card into it (like a hotel), and slipped inside with me. I stood near the door while CC yelled for our roommates.

"JIIIINXX, JAAAAKE!"

"WHAAAAT?!"

"WE HAVE A NEW ROOMIE!"

"OH JOY!"

I heard footsteps come into the entry way and I see two more guys dressed similar to CC and I.

"Andy, Jinxx. Jinxx, Andy. Andy, Jake. Jake, Andy."

"Hi!"

"Hiya!"

Jinxx lead me to a bedroom with four bunk beds.

"We were the only ones in here until you came, but welcome to the club! You can sleep on either the bottom or top of this bed. I sleep on the top right next to it, CC sleeps on the bottom of the bunk bed across from mine, & Jake sleeps under my bunk."

I set my backpack down on the bottom bed and put my suitcase standing up next to the bed.

"Oh yeah! You can use that dresser there, next to your bunk! We only have four, but Jake and I share one!" Jinxx explained. I nodded and just stared at anything, but him. "D-Do you... Talk?"

I walked out of the bedroom and into the small living room like area where CC and Jake were watching Adventure Time.

"Jake, change the channel." He changed the channel and I hear the familiar theme song of my favorite show.

"Na Na Na Na Na Na..."

I dived onto Jake, grabbed the remote, stood up, pointed to all three of them (Jinxx had followed me), and screamed, "YOU DO NOT PASS BATMAN! BATMAN IS LIFE! GOT THAT?!"

They all stared at me, their mouths open. What did I do?

Oh shit. I talked. Fuck.

I sat on the floor, in the corner, knees to my chest and basically hugged the remote while watching the hero fight on the screen. I looked over to see them still staring at me.

"You... Talked."

I got up and decided to head towards the bedroom, but Jinxx grabbed my wrist and I bit my lip piercing to keep from screaming out in pain.

"Can... Can you not tell anyone else? Please?" I asked them in a whisper.

"Totally!"

"Yeah!"

"Of course."

"Thank you. Now, where's the bathroom?"

After Jake showed me where the bathroom was, I sat on the toilet lid and took off my jacket. I looked at the cuts I had on my arm. Some of them had reopened and were bleeding a little. I looked through the cabinet behind the mirror and found some bandages. I wrapped my arm, put my jacket back on and headed out to the bedroom to put my clothes away.

Shirt. Shirt. Jeans. Leather pants. Jeans. Cowboy boots. Shirt. Black hoodie. Jeans. Shirt.

After that was done, I climbed onto the bed, not even covering myself, and drifted off into dreamland.