Take My Hand And Don't Look Back
Knock Knock
I wake up to a violent knock at the door. Gerard is still fast asleep, Mikey is at Pete's, and Gerard's parents informed us of going out of town to shop for the day. I look over at my sleeping beauty, who's hair is tangled and messy, still managing to be beautiful as ever.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Ah, yes, the house visitor. I contemplate on waking Gerard, then decide it's best to let him sleep. I throw on some pants, not sure if they're even mine, and tug a green t-shirt over my head as I walk to the steps that lead upstairs.
The front door handle is cold to touch, waking me up the slightest bit. I unlock the deadbolt, and open the door, vision still blurred from sleep.
"Yes?"
"Hello, Frank."
Before I can register the spine tingling voice, I'm knocked out.
Notes
I'M MAKING THIS GET CRAZY NOW OKAY COOL DON'T HATE ME
-Ava xx
ATTENTION ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO READ THIS!
I'm the author of this story- I lost my account after stupidly deleting my Tumblr which is connected to this specific account that I wrote the story on. I finally decided to get my act together and start the sequel today, March 15th, 2016. Please forgive me for my terribly late start on this. Nothing is posted but hopefully will be soon. Glad to be back everyone :)
3/15/16