Concert Gigs and Guitar Picks (Ashley Purdy of Black Veil Brides)

Chapter Twenty Eight - It's Called A Traumatic Brain Injury, Bitch!

Ashley

"GET AWAY FROM ME! I'M NOT WHO YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!" Sixx screams. I run around the corner as fast as I can. Sixx is up against the wall, and there's a guy in her face. He looks oddly and implacably familiar, so that it summons rage from the depths of my hatred. 

"No, no baby. It's me. You know me. C'mon, I'm Brian, your man," 

"Buddy, back it up before I call the cops. I know one Bryan. He's an interviewer. You're certainly not him. I don't know you," 

"No, no, Nicolasa, baby," 

"My name is NOT Nicolasa, you arse! Back it up!": she shouts. I can see her trembling, rage pouring from me in to her. The asshole near her snaps too. 

"Bitch, c'mere! You are my goddamn girl, and you are gonna act like it!" he smacks her. She scoffs. 

"You hit like such a little bitch," she spits, and she then decks him. 

"Sixx!" I finally call out. Brian knocks her to the ground, and he's on top of her. "Get the hell off her!" I run up and catch him in his ribcage, throwing him. "Sixx?! Are you alright?" she sighs and breathes deeply. 

"Yeah. If you didn't see, the bastard over there was in the midst of attempting to attack me. Thank God you showed, I thought he was starting to get somewhere," I hug her, and pull back to look at her at an arm's length. Suddenly a guttural roar sounds,  and I'm thrown away from Sixx. "ASHLEY," she yells. 

"RUN! DO SOMETHING!" I yell while fending off this guy who's acting like a wild dog. He lands a pretty good blow to my chest. I land a better one to him. We continue to roll around, fighting on the ground, until he's gone, and I'm being hauled up by someone. 

"Sir, are you alright?" an overly formal male voice asks me. My eyes involuntarily narrow, and I'm extremely sarcastic in my response. 

"I'm doin' just fine," I spit through my teeth. A guttural yelp reaches my ears. Oh, here we go again. He' sback in my vision, and there's a pain in my side. Warmth runs down the hand clutching it. My vision blurs. A pained, angry scream, full of remorse and love that could only come from Sixx for me, floods my ears. It's a tragically lovely sound. 

"Sir? Sir, you've been stabbed. Don't worry, it's just a pocket knife. Hold your breath," the pain suddenly doubles, and an involuntary gasp flies loudly out of my lips. 

"OH MY GOD," I pant. 

"Sir? Sir, are you with me?" 

"Y-yeah," 

"He's barely hanging on," he mutters to somebody else. "Sir, what's your name? Sir, stay with me," 

"A-Ash," my vision is black. 

Sixx

"Miss? Miss?" a worried female voice asks. 

"Yeah," my eyes are dancing from the lack of oxygen, and what I just saw. 

"Are you okay?" 

"He....he....he was," 

"Who is he, miss? Stay with me," 

"Ashley," I'm fighting the black, let me breathe lady! "How...how could you not know Ashley?" I ask breathily. "Back up," I say. 

"What's his last name?" her voice is annoying. And, she didn't back up. 

"P-Purdy. Now, back up!" 

"Ashley Purdy, is it?" she confirms. 

"Yes! Now back up!" 

"Why, miss?" 

"TRAMA BRAIN INJURY. YOU'RE TURNING ME INTO A VEGETABLE," I scream. She backs right up. My vision. It's failing. I feel my body go numb. "See.... see you...... later," my vision is black.