All Your Hate

Use my breath for every line you'll take,
When you are lonely, words are holy
A deadly grip on lies, sing to these blood red skies,
Hail Mary, whisper softly

What you became
Whoa, oh, oh
Some things never change and so we

We learn from all your hate
We are lost in your mistakes
Play our hymn for the brand new day
We burned, we learned

-Black veil Brides. All your hate

 

 

Andy's P.O.V.

 I walked across the street, clutching a rose in my hand.

 Tonight, was going to be the night that I was going to tell Stacy, that I loved her.

 It was our Anniversary, and after two whole years, I just knew that she was the one. Nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

 The sun was setting, casting a beautiful red sky that looked magical and romantic. But despite the sun setting, it was still scorching hot with the sun beating down onto me.

 Stacy's house came into sight, and I held my breathe as my hand hovered over the door bell. I forced my finger onto the button and immediately I heard a shrill sound in the house and waited for the door to open.

 Nothing.

 I tired again. And again. Still nothing.

 I suddenly noticed that the door was unlocked and so I pushed it open, and feeling strangely worried to what I'd find.

 The first thing I heard, was groaning. And laughter. My feet involuntarily took me upstairs and I found myself outside Stacy's bedroom. I pushed the door open and nothing could compare me from the scene that played in front of me.

 I cast my eyes downwards, feeling completely dead on the inside.

 "Andy?" Stacy's voice filled my ears. "OH MY GOD ANDY! I-I-"

 I cut her off. "Don't say anything. Just get dressed."

 I waited outside the door, and all I could feel was numbness and the longing to be dead.

 Stacy emerged from the room with the guy behind her. He had blonde hair, just like Stacy, and he was tall, not tall as me, and had a strong build.

 I desperately wanted to punch him or maybe even slap Stacy. I wanted to do something. Anything. Instead, I grabbed Stacy's arm and dragged her outside the house.

 "What are you doing?" she yelled. "Let me go!"

 I dropped my grip and stared at her. "What were you doing with him?!" I said, trying hard to fight my tears.

 She looked worried at first but then just shrugged. "I was sleeping with him. What did it look like!?"

 "What?"

 "Look, this whole relationship was a fake," she said. "So, I guess now it's over."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" I yelled at her, my sudden anger surprising me.

 "I said it is OVER! I only used you to get big, and I am now so goodbye!"

 I fell on my knees Anger, Sadness, and pure Hate running through my mind, as she walked away.

 I was never ever going to fall in love again. Love doesn't exist. And I never will love again.

 God, wasn't I wrong about that.