You're Not Alone (Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 1 (Hold On 'Till May)

Hey guys! Any comments about my story would be very helpful since I'm trying to make the best fan fiction that I can. Thanks for reading this! I hope you like it! Feel free to leave any suggestions about what you want to happen in the story. I will try to update as frequently as possible, but I will be in Wisconsin and Chicago from 8/4 to 8/13ish. I will try my best to write and upload while I am there, but if I can't it's probably because my laptop is being stupid. And if you ever want someone to talk to, I'm here. Love you all! And on to the story.......

Melanie was walking through school feeling rejected as usual. She never fit in with the rest of the student body. With her long, glossy, black hair, blue eyes lined thickly with black eyeliner, worn black converse, and the Black Veil Brides bracelet that never parted from her wrist, everyone thought she was some psychotic satanist. But they didn't know what went on at home, maybe then they would've treated her differently. Then again, maybe not.

Melanie entered her first period class silently as "Hold On 'Till May," by Pierce The Veil quietly played in her ears (Yes, I know this song wasn't out yet, since this is set in late 2011, but let's just go with it :P) . She sat down in her seat at the back of the classroom, trying not to be noticed.

"Hey emo freak, how 'bout you go cut your wrists!" Maclamore Jameson called.

Maclamore was one of the only people that Melanie never expected to hear that from. He was the cute "emo" boy of the school, hell, he even used to cut before he became popular. Melanie didn't respond as she put her head down on her desk and let silent tears form minuscule puddles by her eyes.

The next thing Melanie knew was that a wad of paper hit her head. She sighed as she uncrumpled the note and read:

Hey slut, go kill yourself! No one likes you! I bet even your parents hate you! You are a stupid, emo, lesbo!

Melanie grabbed her books, leaving the classroom with the teacher calling after her. She didn't care. She didn't want to give everyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She hated crying in front of people.

The note was almost completely true. No one liked her, at least no one that she knew about. Her parents hated her. They would yell at her telling her taht she was stupid, worthless, and that she was going to hell. Great parents right? Even the lesbian statement was somewhat true. Melanie did find girls attractive, but she also liked boys. The fact that people could hate someone because of their sexual preference irritated the heck out of her.

Melanie took her belongings out of her locker and ran home, which may not have been the best idea, due to the fact that it was pouring.

At least the rain will hide that fact that I was crying, she thought to herself.

Her parents were at work, so when she entered the house it was dead quiet.

Now's my chance! I can finally get out of here! she thought and ran up the wooden stairs to her bedroom.

She hated her bedroom for the most part. The walls were a baby blue colour that she picked out in second grade, and the furniture didn't match. The only part of her room that she enjoyed were the posters of BVB, SWS, PTV, MCR, and ATL that adorned her walls.

She packed her good clothes, makeup, her laptop, money, iPod, and she was ready to leave the place that had kept her trapped for almost 18 years.

"Wait," she said to herself. She looked over at her nightstand and saw her BVB ticket for tonight's concert and the razor next to it. She took both of them and headed out the front door.

She took the keys out of the back pocket of her black skinny jeans. She unlocked the door to her beat-up red truck and shoved her suitcase in the seat next to her. She started driving, to where she wasn't sure.

Melanie thought it was too quiet in the truck so she put in a Black Veil Brides CD and turned the volume up so loud that she couldn't hear herself think. She was fine up until "Saviour" came on.

Tears started forming once again. She loved this song because it was the song that saved her from comitting suicide four months ago.

She was listening to the song, letting the tears fall freely down her pale face and continued driving for a while. She pulled up to a building that she wasn't supposed to be at for a bit yet and parked.

Melanie looked at the clock on her dashboard and it read 3:00. She knew she finished packing at 12:00, but did she really drive for that long?

Whatever, she thought, I guess I'll just wait outside the venue.

She got out of her truck and locked it. She checked her back pocket to see if she had her ticket. She felt it, but then her fingers grazed up against another object. This other object, however, was cold. It was her razor.

Melanie looked around and didn't see anyone yet. Probably because the show doesn't start 'till six, she thought. She sat down on the cold concrete at the entrance and dragged the razor across her skin, leaving a wet ribbon of red behind it. Tears dripped from her eyes onto her cut, and that only added to the stinging sensation.

"Holy shit! Are you okay?" a deep voice shouted from roughly ten feet away.

Melanie looked up into the eyes of a tall, skinny, blue-eyed man with long, wild, black hair, covered head-to-toe in war paint. It took her only a second or two to realize who it was. She was looking at none other than fucking Andy Biersack.