Summary: AU. Jimmy Novak's life gets turned upside down with the arrival of a new student to Lawrence High. Whispered rumours cloud the corridors of the school, but nothing can prepare him for the horror of the truth about her life. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Andrea Robinson and her step-father. I don't own the lyrics used in this chapter either.
(PLEASE READ) A/N: God, I think this is gonna be one of the darkest and most angst-riddled things I've ever written. The OC has so many issues because of the life she has, and she really is a messed up, traumatised girl and some of the things she goes through are not for the faint hearted to read.
Despite this, I hope you enjoy it.
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Until We Bleed
Chapter One
"I'm naked, I'm numb
I'm stupid, I'm staying
Lights black, heads bang
You're my drug, we live it
You're drunk, you need it
Real love, I'll give it
So we're bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts..."
The sniffling was quite, as the occasional sob was, but as Andrea tucked her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, she rested her head on them and began to rock her naked form gently back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She'd dropped down from being a size fourteen to a twelve within a few weeks, much quicker than the last weight loss she'd suffered. The pitter patter of blood gently dripping onto the bedsheets from the small cut on her arm came in a soothing rhythm, and as she drew the bottle of whiskey to her, she cradled it like a lifeline, taking a swig and running her hand through her blonde curls. She looked in the mirror opposite the bed, seeing an ugly, ruined, tainted stain on the Earth's beautiful surface. Nothing more.
With a soft sob she blinked more tears down her face, humming quietly to herself as she tried to fight off the urge to cut herself again. The starvation would be a big enough punishment for what she did, she thought, so she decided to leave the bloodied pocket knife alone. She continued to hum, taking in a short quaking breath, not feeling the right to take in any oxygen from the air so much purer than her.
"So, we're bound to linger on...
We drink the fatal drop...
Th-then love unt-til we bleed...
Then f-fall apart in parts..."
She sang quietly, rocking herself and hushing herself as she tried to calm down, taking a drag from the cigarette at the side of the bed, puffing out the smoke of it into her dirty, dark bedroom. Then she began to calm, putting the bottle down and wiping her eyes before placing the cigarette back on the edge of the ashtray, beginning to clean and bandage the cut on her arm.
Jimmy put his books in his school bag, brushing a hand through his hair as he sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. Another semester. The final one. Senior year was finally upon him. Yay for senior year!
"Ugh..." He complained, turning to see his bright eyed twin, Castiel, standing in the doorway, "Morning, dude."
"Good morning, Jimmy." Castiel replied, "Are you driving today?"
"Sure." Jimmy said, "You can drive home."
Castiel smiled, his clothes neat as usual while his beige backpack was slung over his shoulders, hair sticking up everywhere and eyes twinkling as bright as ever. Their older brother Gabriel was at college, so it was just the two of them, their mother Amelia and their father Michael. The house was peaceful since Gabriel had left, but all of the family missed his cheeky smile and his sarcasm, not to mention that now the house had a big lack of sweets and candies. They sure missed him.
"Dad's ordering take out tonight." Castiel informed his brother, "Either pizza or Chinese."
"I'll decide later." Jimmy mumbled, straightening out his blue plaid shirt, "Come on. I'm tired, bro, I just want the day to be over."
He watched the grin cross his brother's face, who nodded in agreement.
"I hate the first day back." He said, patting Jimmy's back, "It's all about schedules and new teachers...It's so boring. A run down of the year's work is to be fully expected."
"Exactly." Jimmy laughed, the two heading down the stairs and kissing their mother goodbye, saying their goodbyes to her and their father before heading out to their dark blue truck.
As Jimmy's rock anthem CDs played on the way to school, he had no idea that his life was about to change for ever.
English. What a great lesson to start the day.
Jimmy, Castiel and their friends were all happy though. Not only were they in the same class, but they had the school's most awesome teacher. Mr Crowley. Crowley's style of teaching was basically to make the lesson a good laugh, but for the kids to leave the room having learned something. Zachariah Adler sat at the back, making a usual prick out of himself as he whispered dirty comments to his brother Lucifer about Dean's girlfriend Jo, and Dean was struggling to not snap. But Crowley stepped in and dealt with it, because Jo was one of his best students for a start, all the group near the front were, and he wouldn't have their good grades tarnished by some idiot at the back.
"Zachariah, there's a time for thoughts like yours." He said, "At home in your room tonight alone with a copy of your favourite porn magazine, but right now, I'd like to get on with my lesson and I'm sure everyone else would like to do the same. Do you have a problem with that, my lad?"
"No, sir." Zachariah mumbled, embarrassed and the class sniggered while Crowley winked at Jo and Dean and went to return to his teaching.
He was about to write something on the board when someone knocked at the door, and he stopped to calm himself. Interruptions were something he hated and the kids hated since he was trying to give them all a decent education while he still could.
"Sorry, Mr Crowley."
It was the principal, Missouri Moseley, who had a young blonde girl standing by her side. Jimmy turned to look, watching the girl who looked incredibly pale as she stood next to the principal, pulling the sleeves of her beige sweater down over her arms, a darker beige satchel over her shoulder.
"This is Andrea Robinson, she's the new addition to your class." Missouri explained, Crowley nodding in response and giving her a soft smile as Missouri left them.
"Nice to meet you, my love." He said softly, "Right, you lot. Are you animals or are you going to show Andrea some respect?"
Everyone stared at her frail frame for a moment before smiling and giving her soft waves, Crowley turning to her and doing what he always did to make a new student feel comfortable.
"I'm not going to pressure you to tell us something about yourself, but I'd like to know one thing, my dear." He said, "Do you prefer Andrea or do you have a nickname?"
"I-I prefer Andie, sir." She said softly, taking in his British accent and smiling at how amazing it was.
"Alright, Andie." He said with a smile, "I need to ask you one more thing. We have a choice of seats. One next to Mr Adler over there, who if you're planning to be distracted and to waste your final year of school would be the ideal person to sit with, or...There is Miss Braeden, who I'm sure you'd get along perfectly with."
The girl he was referring to grinned and patted the chair next to her, her dark hair hanging over her shoulders as her dark eyes glistened with delight at the sight of a new face. Andrea thanked him with a soft smile before taking her seat, and she looked around her and got out her books to begin taking notes while the girl quickly introduced herself.
"My name's Lisa." She said softly, "Welcome to Lawrence High, Andie."
"Thank you." Andrea whispered, brushing her hair over her shoulder and keeping her sleeves pulled over her dainty fingers.
She looked to the other side of her to see a boy with unbelievably dark hair and deep blue eyes staring at her. He smiled at her, and she smiled in return, before he looked quickly to make sure Crowley wasn't looking before he whispered to her.
"Hi."
She smiled sweetly and then a little seductively, taking out her pen and looking to make sure the teacher wasn't watching. That would make a bad first impression if he had to tell her off on her first day.
"Hi." She replied, looking back to Mr Crowley and focussing on what he and he alone had to say.
-TBC-
Hope you enjoyed!
Thanks for reading so far!
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