I walked into my daughters room, a strong feeling was set in my chest. I opened her closet door and saw blood. I ran forward then heard Andy's footsteps run upstairs.
"Andy..." My voice trembled.
"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.
"Call 911." I said. I ran over to her body and grabbed the blanket nearby. I felt tears fall onto my hands and I applied pressure on the wounds.
I hadn't known how long I was there but I was ripped my away from her.
"Ma'm we need to see your daughter." I heard a voice say. I felt hands hold me back.
"NO!" I cried, falling to the ground.
"Baby... It's gonna be okay." I heard Andy whisper in my ear. My mind was being foggy as we made our way to the car.
Andy's POV
I looked at Juliet and shook my head. The tears were pouring from my eyes. This was my fault. I drive to the hospital and ran to the desk.
"Sir, who are you here for?" She asked
"Echo Biersack." I answered. She sighed sadly.
"Wait in the waiting room." I nodded a d grabbed Juliet's hand.
"Andy... Is she ok?" She whispered. I kisses her knuckles.
"I don't know. But she's a fighter." I whispered looking at her with red puffy eyes.
"Echo Biersack?" The doctor asked. I stood up before kissing her cheek and walked to the woman.
"We haven't got the bleeding to stop. We need to put her life support. I also need to know your blood type." She said looking at me. I nodded
"I'm A negative and Juliet is B positive." I said.
"We need you to donate blood." She said. I nodded and followed her to the hospital room where there was a small machine. Her clothes were on a chair. My mind went to the worst thing imaginable.
"She's in the operation room." She said answering my worried face. I nodded and she started taking blood from me.
I looked at the ceiling. This was my fault, everything was.
20 minutes passed and I was still dwelling on everything. I saw fingers snap infront of my face.
"Mr.Biersack." I heard a voice say. I looked at her and she handed me some water.
"I'll be back in a second."
I nodded and drank the water. I heard the door open and then footsteps.
"Mr. Biersack, your daughter is in a coma." A male voice said. I stood up and looked at Echo.
Her body was really pale. Her slow rise if her chest was the only way I knew she was alive. I gripped her hand and kneeled at the bed.
"I am so fucking sorry. I live you, I promise I will never do that again." I whispered.
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Short! I'm so sorry. I will update again this weekend.
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My Father, Andy Biersack
Fiksi Penggemar(MAY BE TRIGGERING!) Echo Biersack is not really Andy's birth child. She was adopted when she was three years old, because her mother left her on the side of the road by one of their venues. Well 11 years have passed and Echo is going through Hell...
