My Brother, Andy Biersack...

Chapter 2

"Kyley....Kyley....Kyley! Get! Up!" Andy yelled in my ear. I screamed and fell off the bed. I got up and glared. Andy's eyes widened and I ran after him.

When I caught up to him, I jumped on hisback and began to pull his long black wavey unstraightened hair.

"Ouch! Stop that hurts!" He yelled

"Ya? Well so does my ear and my face!" I yelled as I continued to pull his hair, I'm not a morning person.

"C'mon, I walk in to say good morning and you two are already fighting. It never fails" Jake said from the door with his arms crossed. Me and Andy looked before I countinued to pull his hair. Suddenly I was taken off of Andy.

"He needs his hair for tonight. We have a show to do" Ashley said as he held me tightly though I fought against his strong grip.

"Put my down, Purdy!" I yelled, Ashley didnt say anything, he set me on the bed and had Jake sit on my legs.

"Get up! I cant feel my legs!" I whined, Andy looked at me and started laughing.

"Oh you think this is funny, Biersack?" I asked

"Yes, Biersack" He said still laughing, with all my strength I pushed Jake off of me and lunged at Andy. I began to tickle him.

"Ok, OK! I'm sorry!" Andy yelled, I stopped tickling him.

"Thats what I wanted to hear" I said satisfied at what I had accomplished today.

Right now I am backstage watching my brother, Andy, do his thing. Andy was right in the middle of doing his mock-prayer thingy when he slid and was right underneath the 4 foot high drum set.

"Andy!" I yelled but it was too late. He had stood up, hitting his nose and forehead on the drum set. I was the first to react. I ran out on stage. The music stopped and everybody was silent. Andy was unconscious.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and sat up quickly. Banging our head together in the process.

"God dammit!" we yelled at the same time while holding out heads.

"Andy! Are you alright!!?" I asked, his head was more imortant than mine.

"Yeah, I'm fine"  He said looking at everybody confused. I looked at him kind of scared. How could he not feel the pain. I just stared at him.

He got up and stumbled to back stage. I followed along with Ashley.

"Hey, John, is there something on my face?" Andy asked.

"Oh God, Andy, your nose is disfigured!" John said, he looked like he was going to be sick. Andy looked confused, he walked past me again and looked in the mirror beside me.

He looked at his reflection, at first he looked very very confused, and then he touched his nose. He then began to scream in pain. He clutched his nose and fell on his knees, breathing hard from the pain.

I held my hands up to my face and tried to stop the tears that were unexpectantly spilling out my eyes. I took in a deep shakey breath then said,

"John, get on the phone with an ambulance" John nodded, pulled out his phone and walked outside. Andy stood up, looking dazed. He almost fell, I caught him by his arm and with all my strength I lifted him to his feet. It took alot of effort.