Chasing Isis

Chapter 7: A Patient Of Eternity

It's been 3 months since I left Andy in the hospital room. My stress level hasn't gone down, I;m still getting sick, and my depression has gotten worse. Whenever I'm awake and not eating, throwing up, or working on schoolwork, I'm crying. To make matters worse, there's a BVB concert tonight, and I stupidly bought a ticket.

I forgot to mention, on top of it all, I'm pregnant! Yeah, that one time with Andy in the hospital, and I've gonna have his baby. But I'll keep it. And I'll love it no matter what happens. I haven't picked out names yet, and I don't even know what gender it is yet. I just know it'll be adorable. I mean hell, I didn't even know I could get pregnant, being an angel and all. Andy will be surprised as hell if he finds out...

Anyway, I decided to get ready to go, even though it was one and the concert didn't start for 6 more hours. I put on a new, long, flowy purple skirt -- to try to hide my baby-bump, and 'cuz my jeans were all snug now -- and a gray tank-top. Then I put on my Italian wedge sandals, my Evenstar necklace, my ankh bracelet and ring, and my ruby ring I always wore on my left ring finger. I even decided to straighten and tease my hair and put those feathers in it. It looked pretty good!

It was around 3 when I was done getting ready. I was almost out of money, so I packed my bag and checked out of the hotel. I dropped my bag in my car and tweeted from my phone, "Going to see BVB STWOF tonight. Please don't tell ANY of them. 1) it's a surprise. 2) idek if I'll let them know I'm there while it's going on. 3) Wish me luck." I got tons of replies wishing me luck and promising not to tell the guys. Then I opsted a picture of myself and said, "I wish exercise did the trick, but depression's kicking my ass." People then passionately lectured me that I'm not fat. I laughed, "If only you guys really knew..."

Then I decided to drive to the lake near the apartment. I sat on the hood of my car, just staring out at the water until the sun started to set. The night was about to begin...

[Andy's P.O.V.]

Tonight's the night. Our first concert since Isis left 3 months ago. I've barely been getting by. I walk into her room every day, just praying this is all a shitty dream. But every time, my hopes are shattered. Yeah, I know. Me, praying. I don't do it. That's how fucking desperate I was. Maybe performing would distract me a bit...

"Dude, Andy, you ready?" Jinxx broke my train of thought. "Er, no. Sorry. You know me; gotta smoke 19 cigarettes and get distracted a bunch first. I'll be ready soon."

"Good, 'cuz we've got a soundcheck too," Jinxx went back downstairs and I finished my bodypaint. Lastly, I put on my gloves and I was ready.

I went downstairs and saw everyone waiting for me. "Off we go! To the worst concert ever..."

"Come on, Andy. It'll be fun. First concert in a long time." Jake, always the optimist. I just sighed, "I don't want to play a show without Isis there. I've never done that before."

"It'll be okay, man. I promise." Jake was really trying to cheer me up. Unfortunately, I don't think it'll happen. "Don't make promises you can't keep..."

Jake sighed, "Let's just go..." I nodded and followed the guys out.

When we got to the venue, a decent amount of people were already there. We decided to meet them all, and some of the girls told me about how much Isis missed me. I managed a smile for them and just said, "Well, she's had 3 months to come back..." Every fan seemed quite dejected after that statement, making me feel like an ass. I knew I had to apologize to them all on stage before we played. Or at least immediately following the 1st song. Ash pulled me from my thoughts by dragging me inside the venue, "Come on. Soundcheck time." The others were inside, so we started right away. But nothing kept my mind from wandering...

[Isis' P.O.V.]

It was surprisingly dark out now, and my phone said 6:45, so I drove my car back to the apartment. I put my bag and everything back in my room, still unsure if I'd come back tonight -- if at all. Then I noticed that my bed was the only thing disturbed. I smoothed out the sheets and realized they smelled like Andy...

So he DOES miss me... His fans were right... Three whole fucking months... For literally nothing...

I sighed adn checked the time -- 7:00. The concert would be starting. So I jumped out my window and my wings caught the wind.

Passing over the venue, I saw so many kids all dressed up in body paint and BVB shirts. It was nice. I finally saw a nice, dark alley I could land in without being seen. I landed safely, hiding my wings again.

When I walked out, I was swarmed by fans repeating, "You're here! Andy will be ecstatic! Go find him!"

I pleaded, "No, he can't know! Remember what I said online?" They backed off and I ent into the venue. Just in time; the guitar riff had just started for "Love Isn't Always Fair". I made sure I stayed towards the middle of the crowd so I couldn't distract Andy.

He started singing and my heart broke with the very first verse. It was awful. I could hear in his voice just how much I had hurt him. I pushed my way a bit closer as the song drew to a close. When the song ended, Andy spoke, "So... I'm really sorry to any fans I upset earlier. I didn't mean to. I've just been going through some shit recently... I know it's no excuse, but I am sorry. Now... This next song is for someone that means a lot to me. She recently -- er, well, I guess it wasn't terribly recent... Anyway, she left. I haven't seen her for 3 months and 4 days. Yeah, I've counted. So, Isis Marie Hollow, if you're here tonight, I never stopped thinking about you or considering you my best friend. And I love you..." When Andy said my full name, Jake started playing the intro to "The Mortician's Daughter".

When Andy's speech ended, the venue fell silent aside from the boys performing. A few girls had tears in their eyes, but I was the only one sobbing. I hid my face in my hands, praying Andy wouldn't see me.

By the time the song ended, Andy had looked at me several times, not noticing who I was since my face was covered. The next song was "Youth and Whisky" -- one of my favourites -- followed by most of the WSTW album, and a few more off of STWOF. The very last song was "Knives and Pens" -- acoustic -- bringing back so many memories. Part of me never wanted this to end. Yet when fans started leaving and going to meet the guys, I knew I should get moving too. Still wasn't sure if I was leaving or talking to the guys, though.