SAM'S POV
It was less than 20 minutes till my 'date' if you would even call it that. I was currently driving to the Shamrock park and I have to say, I'm pretty nervous.
Not the normal 'nervous before dates' nervous, but the 'Shamrock park is a place for drug dealers and rapists and I'm going on a blind date with one of Ashley Purdy's friends' nervous.
I stepped from my car 10 minutes later and walked around to the front of the park by the sign that stated 'Shamrock Park'
There was a man leaned up against the sign with a cigarette in between his lips. He took a long drag off the cancer stick before letting it fall to the ground, crushing it under the short heel of his combat boot.
"Look what we have here~!" The man slurred and he turned around. It was James.
I suddenly regretted agreeing to this date. James had always had a bit of a goth look but unlike BVB, he couldn't pull it off.
He looked like a goth Michael Jackson if the plastic surgery had gone even more wrong. He didn't look like this when I met him, he just got into drugs and alcohol and lost himself.
I sighed silently and turned around on the heels of my converse, hoping he would just ignore me, but of course the universe hates me.
he grabbed my shoulder ad pushed me roughly up against the sign. "Let me go!" I yelled an kicked wildly till my high top connected with his crotch. He doubled over in pain and I went to run.
He grabbed my ankle when I was at full speed sprint, or at least, attempting to be in a full speed sprint. My face collided with the concrete followed by a stinging sensation on my forehead.
I let out a small cry of pain and tried to get my ankle free from his iron grip. Soon the feeling of his hand was gone and I heard him make what sounded like a cry of pain and fear before I was gently helped to my feet.
"Well so much for a perfect first date." I heard a deep voice say and I looked up I see none other than Andy Biersack.
A warm liquid dripped onto my chest and I touched my forehead gently, only to feel enormous pain and to have blood on my fingers when I pulled them back.
"Let's get you to a hospital.." he said and picked me up bridal style. I didn't dare move, just stayed limp in his arms staring at the blood on my fingers.
My once white BVB t-shirt was now ripped and the collar stained with blood from where it was dripping. My white skinny jeans had large grass/mulch stains on them. And my converse were skidded up.
"My... my shirts ruined..." I said quietly, looking down at it as he placed me gently into his car.
"Don't worry about your shirt Angel, I'll get you a new one." He said and kissed my cheek gently before buckling me in and shutting the car door.
It was moments later that he was in the car beside me and we were driving to the hospital.
"So..." I started. "Your... your my blind date?" I asked stuttering again and I began to feel a bit light headed but I ignored it and gently wiped my gashed forehead with the end of my t-shirt, making my shirt come up a lot so I could reach my face.
He nodded, answering my blind date question and we stopped at a red light. I could feel his eyes on my body as I cleaned my forehead, but I was too dizzy to care.
Gripping the dash board I leaned forward a bit and my eyes shot open as the true pain in my head became painfully obvious.
"Are you okay?" He asked, as we pulled away from the red light and into the parking lot for the ER.
I shook my head at his question and regretted it instantly. A throbbing ache erupted behind my eyes and I felt as though the whole world was spinning around me.
And that's where I died.
No, I'm just kidding.
I just passed out from blood loss.
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Next Day
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The constant beeping of the heart monitor slowly started to feel like it was drilling holes in my scull as I slowly but surly opened my eyes.
I saw Andy asleep in the chair next to my hospital bed, looking beautiful as always.
I now noticed he had been wearing a white tank top that had small blood stains on it from me and a black leather vest as well as black skinny jeans and black combat boots.
His tattoos were out and obvious as I took in each one. To me they looked like a bunch of random-ass tattoos but to him I knew they all had a meaning behind them.
A doctor came in a few moments later and told me I had passed out from blood loss, but that was all the damage.
I had a large gash on my forehead that was wrapped up in a tight, white bandage and other than that all I had on was my panties and a hospital gown.
When the doctor left I noticed Andy was now awake. "How long have you been awake?" His groggy morning voice sending shivers down my spine.
"A few minutes, doctor said I can be released tomorrow." I said and he nodded while rubbing the sleep from his Mediterranean blue eyes.
"So..." he said hesitantly, like he wasn't sure if he was crossing an imaginary line. "What was with the gothic wannabe?" He asked, referring to James.
"My ex." That's all I had to say and he understood. He came to sit on the slightly larger than normal hospital bed next to me.
"Well, he's a dick." Andy said quietly and I chuckled, but regretted it as a pounding started in my head.
"Fucking Hell, haven't they ever heard of Morphine here?!" I asked and held my forehead.
He chuckled for some reason and pointed to a small gage like the speedometer in a car except it was on a small box connected to my meds that we're being fed into my arm through the IV.
"Your all maxed out Angel." He said in a soft whisper.
Again, shivers went down my spine and I shifted in my uncomfortable hospital bed.
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To be continued again, there will be another part to this chapter, just wanted another part for you guys to read before my phone dies: 8% battery 😱
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Fanfiction| An Andy Biersack Fan Fiction | Sam is 19 year old cashier at Hot Topic who is studying to become a dancer at West Florida University. Andy Biersack is a 20 year old singer of the famous rock band Black Veil Brides. Andy's life if pretty much perfe...
