SO THIS IS GOING TO BE SHORT BECAUSE IT IS THE LAST CHAPTER!
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Andy has been dead for a week now. I didn't think it was true, until I was standing in front of his coffin. The realization had hit me hard. I was standing in front of his lifeless body.
The boys were here with me, besides CC. CC didn't know what to feel about it. The day we got the call, was the day I told CC about the kiss. Before the call, CC said he was going to kill Andy.
...and now Andy is dead....
CC was blaming himself for his death. I was blaming myself for his death. Juliet was blaming me and the boys for his death. Juliet was making the fans believe it was my fault. Ashley was telling the fans that it wasn't my fault. I've never been so depressed in my life.
I loved him. I loved Andrew Dennis Biersack and he tried to be my friend yet I pushed him away. I fucking pushed him away! I soon ran out of the cemetery. I just ran.
Did I know where I was going? No.
Did I care? Nope.
I felt the tears run down my eyes as I ran, I soon stopped because I was out of breath. I was having an anxiety attack. I fell too the ground trying to catch my breath.
I felt my lungs start to collapse as I tried to breathe.
Then.
I woke up in my room.
