Save me //Hollywood Undead//

If it's not perfect it's not worth it

^^ Guitar buddies ^^

*Danny's P0V*

I watch him leave the room. Then I put my hand up to my lip. As I pull it away it's covered in blood.

I have a giant bruise on my face, as I can see in my phone screen. He didn't take it away, but it's dead.

Aron kidnapped me. Aron Fucking Erlichman kidnapped me. Then kissed me and beat me up.

I guess Jordon was right. Aron isn't as weak as he looks. Then again, he did hit me with a baseball bat.

Jorel laughs as we listen to this song. The songs called 'Story Of A Snitch' and it's really stupid.

"Joining in Lorene Drive just for tits and ass!" The singer says.

"Deuce?" I ask.

"How'd you guess?" He rolls his eyes.

"Who hates me more than anyone? Deuce." I mutter.

"Do you really care about a dick like him hating you?"

"No."

Lorene Drive. My old band.

"If it's not perfect it's not worth it, and it's far from fucking perfect." I sing. Then I shut up. I hate my voice. Why do people think it's good?

I suppose people like the band because of Matt's screams, and the rest of the guys singing/rapping.

Daniel?

"The fuck do you want now?" I spit.

Are you okay?

"Why do you care?"

Because if anyone hurts you I want it to be you.

"And I thought you'd be nice to me."

No.

"Fuck."

Every breath I take hurts. I suppose I have a bruised rib. I lean against the wall, sitting down. I can't even breathe.

Kill yourself Daniel. Do it! Go on!

"Leave me alone." I mutter.

Die bitch. Go on, take the coke! Shoot or hang yourself! I want the show to start, I'm sick of waiting.

"STOP IT!"

Faggot you need to die. Curl up in a ball and think about your pathetic life. Is it worth living? Really? You fucking slut. You're a weak bitch. Kill yourself!

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I scream, becoming dizzy even though I'm sitting down.

I really can't breathe. I can't, no matter how hard I try to calm myself down, I can't. I scream, and once I start, I can't stop. I think I'm having a panic attack.

"STOP FUCKING SCREAMING!" Aron shouts.

He kicks the door open. When he sees me, he walks over and kneels next to me.

"Danny?" He starts rubbing my back like it's gonna make me feel better.

"I-" I can't finish my words.

I let the tears escape my eyes and lean on his chest.

"I'm sorry Danny. I didn't mean to cause this much damage." He says.