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This account takes place three months after the events of Demons and Angels.

I lay on my bed in my room, staring up at the ceiling. It's been about three months since my beating. Since then, my ribs have completely healed, besides some soreness now and again. Unfortunately, my hand is still healing and I can't really do much with it. They say it'll take another month or two to heal completely. Great.

We filed a police report and the thugs were caught. They were released after just two months of a supposed eight month sentence. We have a restraining order against them though, so they can't hurt me anymore. After the band found out about what they were doing, I don't think that thought will cross their minds again. If they value their lives, that is.

So it's been pretty good, all things considered. A lot of the band members visit me often, so I'm not usually alone...

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. After that day, my drum major and I have started going out. It's been a whole three months, and she's probably the biggest reason I've made it this far.

Speaking of which, I look over when I feel movement on the bed. Said drum major is laying next to me, now facing my direction. I turn on my side to face her and scoot closer to where I can feel her breath. I pull her closer to me. Her eyes blink open sleepily.

"Mornin sleeping beauty," I kiss her forehead. She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck before pressing her lips to mine.

"Good morning baby," she murmurs against my lips. We break apart and lean our foreheads together. We lay there in silence for a while before she takes my hand and laces our fingers together. She must've either had a lapse in memory or was just too asleep to realize it, but...

She was holding my (still) broken hand.

I grimaced at the pain that shot through my hand and, as soon as she noticed it, she dropped it and started spewing apologies.

"Oh my God! Baby I'm so sorry, I forgot about it being that hand. Oh my God I hurt y..." I cut her off with a kiss.

"It's alright baby girl," I pulled away, "you didn't mean it." She doesn't meet my eyes, but instead tentatively grasps my injured hand and starts rubbing soothing circles.

It felt soooooooo awesome. My hand instantly felt a hundred times better just from her massaging it. After a few minutes, I pulled her into a (roughish) kiss and she responded by grabbing my shirt collar in one hand and threading the fingers of her other hand through my hair.

We pulled away a few minutes later and resumed being all cuddly and junk.

"Love you," she whispered.

"Love you, too," I whisper back. She falls asleep. I look at her and smirk with one last thought before I go to sleep.

"Looks like I found my angel."

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This account takes place three months after the events of Demons and Angels.

I lay on my bed in my room, staring up at the ceiling. It's been about three months since my beating. Since then, my ribs have completely healed, besides some soreness now and again. Unfortunately, my hand is still healing and I can't really do much with it. They say it'll take another month or two to heal completely. Great.

We filed a police report and the thugs were caught. They were released after just two months of a supposed eight month sentence. We have a restraining order against them though, so they can't hurt me anymore. After the band found out about what they were doing, I don't think that thought will cross their minds again. If they value their lives, that is.

So it's been pretty good, all things considered. A lot of the band members visit me often, so I'm not usually alone...

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. After that day, my drum major and I have started going out. It's been a whole three months, and she's probably the biggest reason I've made it this far.

Speaking of which, I look over when I feel movement on the bed. Said drum major is laying next to me, now facing my direction. I turn on my side to face her and scoot closer to where I can feel her breath. I pull her closer to me. Her eyes blink open sleepily.

"Mornin sleeping beauty," I kiss her forehead. She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck before pressing her lips to mine.

"Good morning baby," she murmurs against my lips. We break apart and lean our foreheads together. We lay there in silence for a while before she takes my hand and laces our fingers together. She must've either had a lapse in memory or was just too asleep to realize it, but...

She was holding my (still) broken hand.

I grimaced at the pain that shot through my hand and, as soon as she noticed it, she dropped it and started spewing apologies.

"Oh my God! Baby I'm so sorry, I forgot about it being that hand. Oh my God I hurt y..." I cut her off with a kiss.

"It's alright baby girl," I pulled away, "you didn't mean it." She doesn't meet my eyes, but instead tentatively grasps my injured hand and starts rubbing soothing circles.

It felt soooooooo awesome. My hand instantly felt a hundred times better just from her massaging it. After a few minutes, I pulled her into a (roughish) kiss and she responded by grabbing my shirt collar in one hand and threading the fingers of her other hand through my hair.

We pulled away a few minutes later and resumed being all cuddly and junk.

"Love you," she whispered.

"Love you, too," I whisper back. She falls asleep. I look at her and smirk with one last thought before I go to sleep.

"Looks like I found my angel."