The Mortician's Daughter: An Andy Biersack love story

Chapter 10: Shattered heart

~*Andy*~

"In The End as you fade into the night,

Who will tell the story of your life?

In The End as my souls laid to rest what is left of my body?

Or am I just a shell?

I have fought and with flesh and blood I commanded an army,

Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory,

I gave it all In The End as you fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life?

Who will tell the story of your life?

And who will remember your last goodbye?

'Cause its the end and im not afraid,

Im not afraid to die,

Born a saint but with every sin I still want to be holy,

I will live again,

Who we are isnt how we live we are more than our bodies,

If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory,

In The End as we fade into the night who will tell the story of your life?

Who will tell the story of your life?

And who will remember your last goodbye?

'Cause its the end and im not afraid,

Im not afraid to die,

Who will remember this last goodbye?

'Cause its the end and im not afraid,

Im not afraid to die."

Screaming fans reached over clasping my hand as I held it out to them, I loved doing this, I loved how I could encourage people to live the way they wanted and be proud of their scars.

One particular girl stood to the side as someone tried to climb onto stage and run at Ash. I laughed and shook my head, they were insane. But they were awesome.

I stood up and reached for the mic, "And that, Ohio, was the last song of the night, remember, BVB army, that we are young and we are strong." I stepped to the side, as the other guys took their instruments away. I grinned to the crowd and headed backstage. Making a beeline for Faythes back I put a hand on her shoulder, a flicker of hurt coarsed through me as she shrugged me off, she whirled around and hissed "I thought you loved Juliet." she turned and left, leaving me stunned.

~*Faythe*~

I ran straight for my bands bus, we could do a meet and greet later. I needed to calm down. Only one thing could do that, but me being me, had left it back home... but home wasnt that far away... was it?

I could be there and back in an hour, if I was lucky. I shook the idea out of my head, and reached into the medicine closet, finding the alcohol wipes, I wiped it across the cuts I had made last time, and felt nothing. I growled and scratched at it, achieving the pain I wanted.

I breathed a shaky breath and sat on the bathroom floor. Nothing had changed my mood. I was still broken, I always would be.

A soft knock on the door brought me out of the bubble of despair that had pulled me in. "Faye? are you okay?" Adrian whispered, I swallowed my tears "Yeah im fine." I answered. I heard his retreating footsteps.

Why was I so upset? He didnt love me, probably never did, it was my time to move on... Id held on for ten years for a guy who only wanted to be my friend, he thought that him and I were a mistake. Chris was right. I always jumped headfirst into things before I judged the situation.

Scuffling sounded at the door followed by muffled voices. I put my ear to the door, "Seriously.... wrong side..... didnt think...." I picked up small parts of Andy saying something, then Adrian stepped in "Look..... see you now okay?..... later might....." I frowned and opened the door slightly, everything was clearer "Look, I know what went on with Chris and I dont understand what I did wrong..." Adrian sighed "okay. Let her cool off and then we can clear this shit up, and you guys can go back to being friends." I opened it some more and saw hurt cross Andys face at the prospect of us being friends. He didnt even want to know me... I threw open the door, a resounding boom made the bus sway. "Faythe..." Andy gasped. I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. "Andrew." I snapped. He flinched "Whatever-" I held my hand up, silencing his protests. "I understand that you love her, but if thats the case, why break up with her in the first place?" He looked confused. "For fucks sake andrew, dont play dumb..." I held the letter out to him. He scanned it, glaring more and more with every passing second.

"Thats not my handwriting."