Lovesick - Andy Biersack

Chapter 01 THUD

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A quick authors note. For this story Andy is only 20 and not 24!!! This is important to the story!!!
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SAM'S POV

**THUD**
A throbbing pain erupted in my leg as I lifted myself up off the ground.

"Oh my Lord! Sam, sweet heart, are you okay?!" My dance instructor Mrs. Mulberry asked as she rushed over to me, already having an ice pack in hand.

"Yea Mrs. Mulberry, I'll be fine." I assured her as I took a seat in one of the theaters chairs.

"No you won't!" She insisted. "You fell off the stage! And you leg was not supposed to bend the way it did when you landed!" She was freaking out worse than I have ever seen.

"Your knee and ankle are swollen! You sprained them! You can't preform like that!" She rambled on but I just tuned her out.

Mrs. Mulberry was like the mother I never had so she always flipped out over every little thing.

She was the one who would take me in when I would run away from the orphanage, or when I was older and experimented with alcohol she would come and get me when I was drunk.

She taught me how to dance when I was 7 and ever since then she's never left my side, and I admired her for that.

My name is Samantha Jane Winters but you can call me Sam. I am the girl in the side picture with brown eyes and reddish brown hair. Several tattoos and piercings line my body and I don't regret any of them.

I was given up for adoption when I was born since my mother conceived me through a one-night-stand and wanted nothing to do with me since she was only 14 at the time.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. "GOD! Your mom was young!!!"
Yeah, she was. It was at some party she had lied to get into, saying she was 17 instead of 14. How do I know this?

Mrs. Mulberry was my moms best friend. when my grand parents disowned my mom for being pregnant and not knowing who the dad was Mrs. Mulberry's family took her in.

But, after I was born my mom gave me up even though Mrs. Mulberry's parents said they would help raid me and all. My mom just wanted nothing to do with me.

And to be honest, I'm perfectly fine with that. I like the way I am and I wouldn't be this way if she hadn't given me up.

But enough about that. I've had a rough past, as you now know, but around when I was turning 14 I grew darker and withdrew myself from people. I quit my dance lessons with Mrs. Mulberry and just stayed at the orphanage in my room.

I started smoking cigarettes and I still do, it's just a bad habit I can't kick. at the time I did it to relieve stress and now it's just a habit.

I have been bullied since I was young like most people have but I could never block it out like other people so I use to cut myself. I haven't done it since I was 16 but the scars still haunt me everyday.

The only boyfriend I've ever had I got when I turned 15. We dated for about 3 months till he started to become obsessive over me.

Wanting to know why I took 23 minutes to get home from school instead of my usual 21, stuff like that.

That's when I started to listen to Black Veil Brides, they helped me ignore how obsessive he was becoming and helped me be happier, they eventually stopped me from cutting.

After a while James' (my ex) intentions grew dark and he thought I was cheating on him when I wasn't.

He began to verbally abuse me and then it turned physical. It wasn't until the orphanage had a surprise inspection that anyone noticed the bruises.

I broke up with him but he still proceeded to stalk me so the orphanage got a restraining order on him.

When I turned 17 I started dance lessons again and Mrs. Mulberry helped get me a job at my favorite store: Hot Topic!!! :D

Now, two years later I still work at Hot Topic and Mrs. Mulberry paid my tuition to a art college where I'm studying dance. I live with her in her two bedroom home in a nice neighbor hood.

And now, here I am in this theater seat, with an ice pack on my knee and ankle, zoning out of how Mrs. Mulberry is scolding me for being so careless.

"-m! Sam! Are you listening to me?!" She asked, snapping two pudgy fingers in front of my face. I internally groaned as I noticed the time. "You're gonna be late! Go!" She said, reading my mind.

I limped off towards the changing room and got dressed in my BVB black, cut tank top that looked like the ones Andy wears on stage, my black skinny jeans, band bracelets to cover my scars, and knee high black and white checkered converse.

I hurried as fast as I could limp out to my car and started her up, heading of to work.