Andley

Part One

Summary: During tour, Andy has to fight his demons. WIll anyone step in to help or will he fall apart?

~~~~Andy's POV~~~

"Thanks for coming out," Ashley yelled.

I wasn't in the mood to talk, so I sing like I always do. I haven't talked to anyone lately not since the voices had returned. When the voices returned so had the scars of yesterday. I faked a smile and walked off the stage. 

We did a quick signing which only made things worst some fans were nice, but others wanted to see the rest of the band and toss me aside like I didn't even matter.

What killed me the most was the one sign that said we want the old Andy back. I don't want that Andy back but he was slowly coming forward.

My old self thinks of suicide, of being worthless, being so pathetic. I tell the fan what not to do but yet I'm full of it. Fresh new scared cover my arm, stomach, and legs.

It's hard fighting the demons inside your head. Every time seem like you're losing making you fall farther down. Like you have no one to pull you back. I thought Juliet would, but she cheated on me.

After the signing, I walked back to the bus along. The guys went out to the bar. I walked in and to the bathroom rolling up my sleeve revealing my scar covered arm.

The thoughts sicken me. I have been telling the fans they're worth more than that and here I am scars all over my body. I am such a hypocrite.

They say that monster lives underneath your bed, but in reality, they're living in your head. They're screaming how pathetic you are or how worthless your life is. It's getting too much.

The voices in my head tell me a lot more than I want. They remind me of the memories I don't want to remember. Sure my family is nice but do they care about me? Probably not. If I ever end up dying, they wouldn't come to the funeral.

"Noone will not even your band members. They will move on and find a better singer. Become hell of a better band without Andrew Biersack being in the picture," That's true. I am holding the band back.

I looked at myself in the mirror expect it wasn't me. The mirror Andy smiled a wicked grin. He held up a knife and brought it down to his chest stabbing right through the heart.

Blood running out of his mouth but that smile never faded. A bloody scream escaped from my mouth, and I ran out of the bathroom and straight into someone.

"Whoa man calm down," I looked up to see Ashley. I looked around the room and there standing in the corner was mirror Andy with his wicked grin.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I yelled, and his grin grew.

"A-Andy,"

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!" I yelled. I was shaking, and it felt like I couldn't breathe.

"You can't escape us," That didn't sound like my voice it sounded devilish.

"No one can save you," He flashed in front me, and I closed my eyes and screamed.

"Andy look at me," I shook my head pushing him away.

"Andy it's me, Ashley," I opened my eyes slowly looking around the room. I locked eyes with Ashley who had a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?"

"T-The voice," He looked at me confused. 

"What voice?" He asked. 

"The voices inside my head," He looked me up and down his eyes landed on my arm. I tried to roll my sleeve down, but he stopped me rolling them up more. 

"H-How long as this been going on?" 

"For a while," My voice shakes, and he pulled me into a hug. 

"I-I'm sorry," I cried onto his shoulder, and he rubbed my back comforting me. 

"We will get through this," 

"We?" I asked, and he smiled and nodded.

"W-why do you care?" I asked.

"C-Can I show you something?" He asked, and I nodded. 

He leaned down and kissed me. I was shocked at first but kissed back. We pulled apart, and he looked at me. 

"That's why," He smiled, and I blushed. 

I looked to see the other guys watching us. They heard everything, and for once I felt safe. The demons are strong how long until I break down completely?

~~~The end~~~