The Mortician's Daughter: An Andy Biersack love story

Chapter Two: Visiting the Past

I remember the day, its as clear as if it was yesterday, I was six, yeah, call me what you will... and he was my saviour, he was twelve, he protected me when no one else could, my knight in shining armour. C'mon we were kids, he promised he would always be there, the best big brother I would ever have, then he left me, he moved house, out of the cul-de-sac I lived in, he said he'd still come to play.

Then he left, for real, he never came back, I waited, my dollies sat around a table, an empty space, cold tea, we all waited for someone who wouldnt ever come. I didnt know that, every Saturday I waited, never losing hope, never once faltering... Then I grew up, I hit thirteen and I gave up, my tea set replaced with makeup and guitars. Golden blonde curls replaced with black bangs and extensions... I gave up and finally had to face up to what a trainwreck my life was.

An abusive mother, even my dad was afraid of her, then she went in for tests... the name still rings in my head... Munchausens Via Proxy...

Now I drown it out with music, sometimes it gets bad and I turn to an old friend, who makes flesh run red...

He seems to have forgotten me... I am just another reminder of the life he left in Ohio, if I ever saw him again the only thing id recognise him with would be his sapphire blue eyes... he could be a prep for all I knew, he would fit in easy enough, his blonde hair and, like I said, blue eyes... I doubted it though, he wasnt the type.

Someone grabbed my shoulder, dragging me away from painful memories... my head lazily turned to see Chris smiling lightly at me, it didnt reach his eyes, it never did.

"Hey babe, I was wondering what your dad would think of you coming on tour with me again..." he inquired trailing off as his eyes drifted to my lips. I smiled, it was so obviously false, "yeah, sure, he should be okay." I stood up, heading to the bathroom, my mind had been there for a while, I was picturing the place where my only true saviour lay, waiting for me. I smiled as I opened the door and sat on the floor, pushing a unit to it, barricading myself in the room, Chris didnt know about this, he thought I was 'real' with him, whatever that means. grabbing a nail file, I pulled up a loose floorboard revealing a silver box, without a speck of dust, this had been my most effective hiding place yet. My dad thought I had stopped years ago and my bracelets were just that, a fashion accessory, how... naive... I didnt like decieving people, which is why I hadnt told chris anything. It would only complicate things. Dont get me wrong. I loved going on tour with Chris, only, it would be nice to spend my summer doing something other than keeping him at bay and holding him as he came down from his marijuana high...

Why couldnt I be left alone? My 'friend' had no trouble with that... my hand trembled and I pictured his piercing blue eyes as I pressed the razor to my skin...

*A/N: Hey! hope you like the story so far, and im sososososo sorry to anyone offended by the cutting reference, im not trying to upset anyone, I know where your coming from, this chapter references to my life so... yeah... ANYWAIS! happy topic :3 no hate and the story WILL get better, no offense to NSN fans, I do like them... a little bit... o.o ^.^ VOTECOMMENTFAN!! ill love you forever ;)