Sorry Won't Stitch These Wounds ~ Andy Biersack Fan Fiction

Chapter 26 - Do You Remember Me At All? It Hurts, Wounds So Sore

Still Andy's P.O.V.

I clenched onto Danny's phone desperately, inhaling the alcohol tinged air around me as I tried so hard to block out the world around me. The chattering voices droned through the sleepy atmosphere and the hysterical laughs bellowed and bounced off the walls from what looked like a very drunken Jaime Preciado and Mike Fuentes. They shuffled across the room unsteadily, knocking multiple chairs to the ground as they did so.

It was so difficult. The more I found myself wanting to escape the more I trailed off into the dreamland designated in my mind. I was so overwhelmed by my surroundings that, I swore I heard Natasha's angelic voice calling me, but to my inconvenience, I found that it was only my old friend Ronnie Radke.

Normal P.O.V.

I slid carefully out of the confined space that lead from the back seats to the doors of the mini van. As my cowboy boots touched the rough gravel, I drawled in my first breath of fresh air in the last four hours, making me feel instantly alive.

The sky was pitch black, scattering thousands of beautiful stars across the horizon. I was exhausted because I never really slept easily while traveling, it's like I suddenly turn into an insomniac.

Jack slipped out into the darkness behind me, plastering a sleepy smile on his pale face, confirming that any grudges were buried and forgotten.

I clenched onto the handle of my suitcase, dragging it along the uneven walkway beside Tom as we approached the big entrance to the airport. Tom looked so tired, he literally looked like something from "The Walking Dead". His hair was flat and blowing everywhere in the frosty English breeze. His Avenged Sevenfold t shirt was crumpled from sleep and his jeans naturally were ripped.

Suddenly, I noticed that I might've been gawping at Tom for a bit too long, so I staggered up a slope, trailing my luggage behind me, begging for some warmth as the coldness battered against my arms, virtually leaving them purple.

I stepped into the big building which I was expecting to be a lot busier than it was, the warmth attacked me, gnawing on my frost bitten arms, taking the venom away. I'm metaphorically deep... I'm aware ;)

Quietly, I soared around the building as if I was high on drugs, listening to the sound of my heels clicking on the smooth floors. I was oblivious to everyone and everything seemed to go in fast motion that before I knew it, I was sat in a horribly uncomfortable chair in a cafe at Departures, sipping on black coffee. I had an hour to kill, and everyone else was either snoring their time away or too tired to talk.

Honestly, all that was on my mind was Andy, and how much I missed everything about him. His smile, his bright eyes, his voice, his hugs... His kisses. That's when I felt it. The pocket to my leather jacket vibrating conveniently, reminding me that I should've turned it off.

With a sigh, I reached into my pocket, pulling the phone in front of my eyes to find Danny's name blinking on the screen in a bright white font. I couldn't think of what he might've wanted me for. My heart raced in my chest, thumping against my ribcage at the thought of it being Andy.

"Excuse me m'am" came a soft English voice as I peeled my eyes away from the screen for a millisecond to reveal a middle aged man with sandy brown hair stood in front of me. His fluorescent green jacket almost blinding my tired eyes. "Phones need to be turned off" he gestured to a sign hanging in bright red from the ceiling to the left of me.

I sighed in sadness as I could feel my hazel eyes filling up like two water pools, "Okay" I mumbled, keeping my eyes glued to the phone as I watched it shut down. So that kinda ruined my night.

Who am I kidding? That definitely ruined my night.

Andy's P.O.V.

I heard the harsh tone that droned down the phone, letting me know my call was rejected. I couldn't help but feel hurt. I could literally feel my heart sinking faster by the second, until it had the chance to hit rock bottom.

I was left with my own thoughts. Left to think the worst. Most of all, I was left to wonder why. It could've been a simple misconception, but I was totally convinced that she had already forgotten me.

I staggered across the bar, dragging my clad cowboy boots along the black carpet. I just didn't want to speak to anyone right now, but I knew there were a lot of question asking. My light leather waistcoat tapped against my bare chest lightly with every step I took.

Carelessly, I slumped into the discarded purple velvet chair that I once sat in before, with Danny still propped on the arm of it, laughing insanely at me before he realised that this was no joke. I was extremely upset.

Quickly, Danny collected himself and looked down at me with sympathy smothering his pale blue eyes. Yep... I was never going to get used to this new side of Danny. It just didn't seem like the person I knew he was.

Silence consumed my thoughts leaving my mind vacant for the first time in the last ten minutes as my eyes fluttered back and forth from the people that surrounded me. All I wanted was to crawl into my bunk and sleep forever.

Jinxx gave me a concerned look, it seemed as though he was the only one that truly understood my situation. After all, he was always leaving Sammi behind when we had to go on tour which now that I really think about it, must've been so difficult for him.

"She didn't answer, huh?" Jinxx uttered quietly, living up to his title "The Mystic" as he stared into his glass of beer before taking a small sip of the brown coloured beverage.

I could feel the hurt growing just thinking about it again, I nodded defiantly as I twirled a strand of my hair around my forefinger gently.

"Try sending her texts?" Jake suggested in a helpful tone , causing me to smile slightly before I started to consider what had actually happened.

I allowed the silence to linger around the surroundings until I could come to grips with the whole thing. "You see... The thing is" I started with a stifled laugh to stop my eyes from watering, "I know she rejected my call..." I murmured, looking vacantly into the distance, watching 3 skinny figures walking in our direction.

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Thanks for reading! I hope this didn't seem to rushed or lame, but i know that I hadn't uploaded anything on this for a while, so here you go :)

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