To Die Is To Live In Her Head[[Ronnie Radke]]oo1

When I was 18 I burned all my photographs. I cut up all my clothes. I buried all my memories in the back yard of that beautiful, two-story house. I rid myself of everything that reminded me of him.
For two incredible years I lived without a second thought of him. I didn’t return to Las Vegas unless I had to for a good reason. I was finally at peace. Everything in my life was just skyrocketing and it was amazing. I was so thankful for my friends and everything around me.
Don't you hate it when your past comes back to bite you in the ass? I sure as hell know I do. It’s the worst feeling in the world when you're reminded of all the terrible things you tried so hard to erase. If it was a photograph or even an old CD we used to listen to, I would have been fine. But this, this terrible memoir, was so much worse. It was living and breathing. Something I couldn’t get rid of.
Let me take you to the beginning. It will all be so much clearer.


My headed was pounding. I didn’t realize how loud my amp was turned up until I flicked on my television and it hardly provided any sound. I set my guitar on its' stand and decided to watch Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone upside down on my bed. Every now and then I would glance at my open suitcases in the corner of my room.
"Only a few days to unpack and have all my clothes washed and ready for the first day of school." I thought to myself.
The doorbell was being rung ferociously from downstairs. Before I had enough time to get off my bed I heard the door open and slam shut. I knew it couldn’t be Delia. She was in the shower. I grabbed my wooden baseball bat from the walk-in closet and ran to the top of the stairs, holding the bat in the air.
I looked down the stairs to see Max, holding a bag of Chinese food and dropped the bat immediately.
"Maxy!" I screamed and ran down the stairs. He set the bag down just in time to scoop me up and swing me around in the air. He finally set me down and laughed at my attire. I looked down shyly at my small shorts and tank top.
"You're home!" He said surprised. "How was Florida?"
I smiled and gave him a quick summary of my summer in Florida. Unfortunately it was just my cousin Lilly and I because Delia couldn’t take off of school and work. Nonetheless, it was still fun.
"So are you totally shitting your pants excited to be going to school with me this year!?" He asked in a girly voice. I couldn’t help but crack up.
"Of course Maxy. I'm so excited I peed and shit in my pants at the same time!" He scrunched up his nose as I laughed.
"Where's your sister?" He asked. I held up a finger and rand up the stairs. A second later I came back down with a wet haired Delia.
"Hey Max. Ooh Chinese!" I grabbed the bag and ran into the kitchen. As Delia and Max started chatting I began rummaging through the bag.
"Okay! What asshole took my spring rolls?!" I yelled from the kitchen. No one answered so I emerged back into the front room. An unexpected guest held up a bag.
"I guess I'm the asshole." He said funnily. I knew that voice. It was way too familiar.
"This is Delia and the hungry animal is Alecca." Max said pointing us out to his friend. They all snickered.
"Hardy har har, Max. At least this hungry animal can have a few beers and not get so piss drunk that she pees all over her own bed for the night." Max turned bright red and Delia fell over in laughter remembering the scenario I had brought up. Max chased Delia into the other room for laughing so hard.
"I'm Ronnie by the way." He held out his hand and I shook it. "I believe we already know each other." I ripped my hand away from his.
"N-no. You must have me mistaken for someone else." I said turning to leave. He grabbed my arm and twirled me around. I sighed heavily.
"Don't tell me you forgot that night already." Of course I didn’t fucking forget it. How could I? It was one of the best nights of my life. A sold out show, an incredible party and to top it all off, a night with Ronnie. I didn’t reply. He stroked my chin, which caused me to flinch in disgust.
"I knew you didn’t forget." He said as I glared at him.
"You two already know each other?" Max said from behind us. We both looked at him nervously.
"No." I said rather quickly. "You know, I just remembered something? I promised Seth we'd practice this new song tonight. Sorry to bail." I kissed Delia and Max on the cheek and looked at Ronnie.
"Nice to meet you, Ronnie." I mumbled and walked out the door, grabbing my jeans off the chair next to door as I went. I heard footsteps behind me as I walked to my car.
"Do you need something?" I said opening my car door. He chuckled.
"Don't leave on my behalf." Ronnie said coming closer. I rolled my eyes as he looked me up and down. "Maybe..." He started.
"Maybe what?" I asked after a minute of silence.
"Maybe we could remake that night sometime." He said stroking my arm. It took a lot of will power to decline his offer.
"You know my policy: one time only. Plus, I have a strict rule against hooking up with pigs." He rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"Come on, Al. You know very well you want this." He pulled me into a weird form of a hug and put his mouth to my ear. "You're the best I've ever had." My mouth dropped and pushed him forcefully away from me.
"Strict rules against pigs!" I yelled and slammed the door of my car once I was inside of it. As I turned the ignition "Attitude" by The Misfits blasted through the speakers.
"How ironic..." I mumbled to myself as I sped down the road to Seth's house.