Show Me Love

Chapter 13:
We are…
We are the shaken…
We are the monsters…
Underneath your bed…
Yeah believe what you read…
-Matchbook Romance

Benji’s Pov

About an hour into filming Rancid’s new video that I was making a guest appearance in, I got a really weird feeling, a feeling that something was going on at home, that Billy needed me.

“Hey Benj, what’s wrong?”

“Just got this bad feeling, I know I sound kinda paranoid but can you take me home, I need to check on Billy.” Tim looks at me and nods, already moving off set and out of the studio towards his car. I follow closely, knowing that if I didn’t I might be too late; little did I know that I was way past late.

As we sped though residential district after residential district, my mind kept bringing up the worst, Billy lying in a pool of his own blood, like before I would never know how close I was to the truth with that thought. When Tim pulled up into the driveway I jumped out of the car and took off running to the front door, not worrying if he was following or not.

I rushed inside and started calling out for Billy, and the distant nightmare of finding him in the same state that I had in the bathroom over a year ago was still fresh in my mind. When I reach the second floor I hear a small whimpering coming from his old room.
I try the door only to find it locked. I begin pounding on the old wood, hoping that it would give and let me in.


Here I stand…
Helpless and left for dead…
-Breaking Benjamin

Billy’s Pov

-Dream-

The darkness seeps out of the world only to be absorbed into my soul. It seems as though everyone looks right past me sitting here suffering in my self imposed silence. I feel the fear in their souls at what my sadness represents in their own lives.

They run away when I look up at them when they do stop and try to engage me in conversation, running from the pain, rage, and utter despair that bleed from my cold and usually emotionless eyes.

And yet there came a day when I met someone...someone who didn't run. Someone who actually took the time to show that he cared. Instead of running he tilted my head up, forcing me to make eye contact. His warm ebony eyes draw my gaze instantly and I find myself wanting to crawl into the bright glow that his aura emits. He holds his hand out for me to grasp, pulling me up and wrapping me in his strong embrace when I move.

His hold on me tightens when I shift my body closer to his, seeking that comfort and contact that so many others were afraid to give. I wrap my own arms around him and bury my face into his chest. He kisses my eyelids closed and I feel something soft wrap around me, shielding me from this world so full of regrets.

When I open my eyes again I see that I'm now wrapped in the warm and protecting wings of my very own fallen angel, that one person whom I loved above anyone else, that one person who loved me enough to forsake everything that he ever stood for, that one person who I thought I'd lost that night so very long ago, that one person who I'd forgotten about until right this very moment....

-End Dream-

I’m startled awake by the sound of my door being kicked in and yet I can’t seem to find it in my broken body to move from where Matt had left me. I hear a gasp and I’m soon enveloped in the warm and protecting arms of my very own savior.

“Billy, oh my god, what happened?” His voice, a welcome sound indeed after everything that I’d been forced to endure in the past day. I lick my dry and bloody tasting lips before answering.

“He came for me.” I feel the edges of my vision cloud as I’m once again drawn into the realm of sleep.