A Country Rebel Love Song

Chapter Nine

*two weeks later*
Andy is bad again. He refuses to talk to me and he hardly comes out of his bunk unless it is to go to the bathroom and to play a show. He doesn't even come to my shows anymore and we haven't started performing 'Lost It All' like we are supposed to either. The boys are also super worried about him. I haven't told them what happened that night because I promised Andy that I wouldn't, and I don't break my promises. Besides, it literally kills me to think about it. There was a frantic knocking on the bus door. I run from where I was sitting in my bunk to the door. Ashley was standing there, his face pale.
"What's wrong Ashley?"
I ask, my voice hoarse with worry.
He hands me a piece of paper.
*play song now*
'Dear McKinley,
I am so sorry for this and what I am about to do. By the time you read this, I will have already offed myself so that you don't have to worry about me anymore. Don't think I didn't see the worries glances you would give me, it was touching really-'
That's are far as I read before I dropped the paper.
"Where did you find this?"
I asked.
"It was on the kitchen counter. He locked himself in the bathroom. CC and Jinxx are trying to get him to come out right now. They told me to come and find you. I ran over here as fast as I could."
He says.
I pull on a pair of jean shorts and my converse, staying in my sports bra and Mötley Crüe tank top. I then pushed past Ashley and ran to their bus. I pushed CC and Jinxx aside.
"Andy, please don't do this."
I choked out.
"McKinley?"
He says, his voice weak.
"Yes, Andy its me. Can you let me in? Or move so we can get you some help?"
I say.
"No! I don't want help!"
He sobs.
"Andy, think about all of your fans. They would be heartbroken. Please Andy, if not for them do it for me. I can't lose my best friend."
I said, tears falling down my cheeks.
There was shuffling and the lock clicked. I motioned for CC and Jinxx to go and call an ambulance. I sucked in a deep breath, but I still wasn't prepared for what I saw. There was blood surrounding Andy's body. His dragonfly tattoo on his hand and chest had been slashed through as for the lyrics and the heart. He was sitting against the shower in his boxers. I could see the fading scars and the even more recent ones covering his hips, stomach, and thighs. Tears filled my eyes and more raced down my cheeks. Andy looked at me, completely dazed. He had lost so much blood. That's when I went into action. I grabbed guaze pads and medial tape. I taped them to the bleeding wounds. Andy was crying by this point.
"I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry. I'm so stupid. I'm so fucking selfish."
He sobbed.
I pulled him into my chest and let him cry. I gently played with his hair.
"It's going to be okay, Andy. We are going to get you some help. I promise, everything is going to get better."
I say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
He continues to cry and whimper. I couldn't understand half of the words he was saying. I notice the blade is sitting beside us. I take it and tuck it away into my shorts pocket. Soon the ambulance arrive and Andy refused to go unless they let me ride in the back with him. They finally agreed and I went with him. They checked his wounds and determined that some of them on his hips and thighs would have to have stitches. They also said that his tattoos would be distorted as well. Andy simply shruggs and says that he will get them covered up with something else. Andy still seems dazed. It's kind of like he has some sort of drugs in his system. I didn't see any sort of drug paraphernalia, but he could have done some before this entire thing. We finally made it to the hospital and I pulled the doctor to the side.
"Can you do a drug test? Please just for my state of mind. He's usually not this calm, ever."
I say.
He nodds.
"It's mandatory with every attempted suicide case that we check the blood system for drugs just in case we have to flush them out. You do realize, he is going to have to stay here on suicide watch for a week. then Mr. Biersack is going to have to check into a rehabilitation center until he's better, correct?"
The doctor says.
I nodd.
"Yes sir. I'm going to call our managers and explain to them what is going on and get the tours canceled and such. I'm going to stay with him until he has to go to rehab."
I say.
The doctor nodds. He places a hand on my shoulder.
"We are going to do everything in our power to see to it that your boyfriend makes it through this."
He says.
My cheeks flush red, and I shake my head.
"He isn't my boyfriend, he's my best friend."
I say.
"Oh."
He says, embarrassed himself.
He then walks into Andy's room where the nurses are getting everything set up. I bit my lip nervously. Why did Andy push me away? Why did he stop talking to me. He just completely gave up on life itself. The doctor was in there for over thirty minutes. I watched through the window. Andy looked nervous when he was told about the blood being drawn part but he done it anyways. The doctor came out with the vials of blood. He nodds at me.
"You can go in and see him. He's asking for you."
He says.
I nodd. I get up and walk into the room. I take a deep breath when I see Andy. He's in the bed with several ivs and is in a hospital gown. He gives me a weak smile when he sees me. I see a bag giving him a blood transfusion as I sit down in the chair beside the bed. A tear makes its way down my cheek. I quickly reach up and wipe it away and notice my hands are covered in Andy's blood. I look down and so is my tank top and shorts and thighs. There was nothing I could really do about it now.
"I'm sorry."
He say, his voice raspy.
His eyes were weak and he looked really tired. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"It's okay Andy. I just wish that you would have talked to me before it came to this."
I say.
He reaches out and gently takes my hand. That's when I notice the fading bruises on the inside of his arm. I knew exactly what it was from and it wasn't from where they were blood earlier. He noticed my stare and looked away guiltly.
"Go ahead and yell. I deserve it."
He says.
"I'm not going to yell, just tell me why Andy? Why in the name of everything good and holy would you turn to drugs? Don't you realize that is how Kurt Cobain died? Or Jimi Hendrix? Andy just please you have to stop this. All of it, stops today."
I say.
I didn't notice the tears streaming down his face until now.
"I'm sorry okay? I was trying to get rid of the pain and it made me feel numb to everything."
He says.
I gently rub the tears from his face.
"Has anyone called my parents?"
He asks.
"I don't know. I'll shoot a text to Jinxx and tell him to."
I say.
I pull out my phone. I pull up Jinxx's number and quickly type up a text.
'Me: Can you call Andy's parents? I guess he wants them here as well?'
He rests back a few seconds later.
'Jinxx: Yeah, no problem. How is he?'
'Me: Stable as of right now. They are keeping on suicide watch for a week and then sending him to rehab until he is better.'
'Jinxx: Okay, I'll talk to managers and such. I explained to the bands what is going on. We aren't letting the fans know what is going on unless HE wants to tell them.'
'Me: Okay, well I got to go. I think the doctor is coming.'
With that the doctor came inside, a clipboard in his hands.
"Ms. Tylers, can I speak to you a moment?"
He asks.
I stood up and Andy let go of my hand. I followed him to the hallway. He sighed and looked me in the eyes.
"There were heavy traces of herion in Mr. Biersack's bloodstream. I'm afraid it is going to make his rehab time longer because he will have to go in for treatment for that as well."
The doctor says.
I sigh and brush a hand through my messy hair and nodd.
"I should have known something was up. I should have realized before. He told me earlier he was taking something, but he didn't say what. Like earlier in the room, not before the suicide attempt."
I say.
The doctor nodds.
"It's going to be okay. We are going to get Mr. Biersack's system flushed and watch after him. He is in one of the best hospitals in the area. Don't you worry about him."
The doctor says.
I nodd. He then leaves and I walk back into the room. I sit back in the chair and Andy takes my hand again.
"He told you about the heroin didn't he?"
Andy asked.
I bit my lip and nodd. He didn't say anything. He just looked ashamed. He looked guility, like he regretted the entire thing. We sat there and talked for a little while longer before he finally got tired enough to sleep. I heard a voice outside the door.
"Miss, you can't go in there!"
"Why the hell not?! He is my boyfriend!"
She screams.
I could see their figures fighting in the hallway. She broke loose and ran through the door. It was Juliet. She gasped when she saw him.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
I growled standing up.
"Me? What are you doing here?"
She hissed.
"It's your fault that he's in this place so just fucking leave before you wake him up and make thing worse!"
I snapped, pushing her away from his beside and out of the door.
She punched me in the nose, and I groaned. She smirked. I laughed.
"That's all you got?"
I ask.
I then hit her in the nose. I feel a crunch coming from both my hand and her nose. She cries out and holds her nose. She then runs down the hall. I laugh. The nurse that was fighting with her walks over.
"You need an xray for that."
She says.
She leads me to the xray room after calling security to stand by Andy's room. Turns out, I fractured a knuckle in my hand. She took me to a room and placed a brace on my hand.
"Keep this on for three months and it should be healed by then. If it still hurts where it another month."
She instructs.
I nodd and go back to Andy's room. He is still sleeping peacefully when I get there. I smile and get comfortable in the chair beside the bed. I drifted off into a light sleep.

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A.N. I know that Andy wouldn't do any of this stuff, it is only for the story line.