Starting Over (An Andy Biersack Love Story ){sequal To Secrets}

Chapter 15: Inked Tears

Alice's P.O.V
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I practically cried my eyes out at the sight of my room. Everything I remember working on for so many years, all torn up. All ruined. Everything destroyed. And who do I have to blame? Andy's ex-girlfriend struggling from Sammi's ropes downstairs.

Everything is destroyed.

Ruined.

Broken.

Torn.

Blasted into oblivion.

Gone.

Done for.

And guess what? There, sitting on my bed, was the painting of me in the wheat field. I knew I never aloud people to touch it. I remember that from the memory a few years ago. And now, the worst part is to come.

There, on my bed, was a blood-splattered painting (actually being paint, but I understand what Juliet meant in her case) and it was oozing from top to bottom. The image you could see, but now it was tinted red.

I sunk down the wall and folded my knees to my chest. And, I just cried. I cried for all the hard work I had done all over the years. I cried for how hurt my heart felt. I cried for my parents, who never will ever get to see this painting.

They would have loved it.

That thought made me cry even harder. I was positive everyone downstairs could hear my uncontrollable sobs, and I didn't bother to extinguish them, not until I felt Andy's soft hand touch my shoulder. Don't ask me how I know it's his. I just ... Do.

The warmth that courses through my body at his touch, or the electricity that bolted me awake, I wouldn't know. I just knew.

"Hey, hey ... Are you okay?" He squashed down beside me. Even though I couldn't see him sit down next to me, I could here his movements.

I shook my head in response. He rubbed slow circles on my shoulders and back. It was so soothing.

Softly, and quietly, I heard him tilt his head on my head and he started to sing Saviour to me.

"I never meant to be the one
Who kept you from the dark
But now I know my wounds are sewn
Because of who you are
I will take this burden on
And become the holy one
But remember I am human
And I'm bound to sing this song

So hear my voice remind you not to bleed
I am here,
Saviour will be there
When you are feeling alone, oh
A saviour for all that you do
So you live freely without their harm

So here I write my lullaby
To all the lonely ones
Remember as you learn to try
To be the one you love
So I can take this pen
And teach you how to live
What is left unsaid
The greatest gift I give

So hear my voice remind you not to bleed
I am here,
Saviour will be there
When you are feeling alone, oh
A saviour for all that you do
So you live freely without their harm

Saviour will be there
When you are feeling alone, oh
A saviour for all that you do
So you live freely without their harm

When I hear your cries
Praying for life
I will be there

When I hear your cries
Praying for life
I will be there

I will fight!
I will always be there!

I will fight!
Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!" His voice was so velvety when he sang. At the end, he didn't scream like you were suppose to, but instead, he kept the melody's soft and steady rhythm.

It was then I aspired the silence that ringed through the house.

I looked over to Andy to see his scrunched eyebrows fixated on a piece of paper on the floor.

"Hey, Alice?" I looked back up from the paper to see him smiling. "Looks like Juliet forgot to tear something up." He reached his arm across from me and pulled the paper into his hands. There, on the tip of his fingers, was the picture of the enormous painting I had drawn of the wheat field and myself.

And yet, it still looked so perfect with Andy's fingers caressing the sides gently.

On the back, I faintly saw the curly letters of handwriting. I smiled.

"My mom wrote something on the back," I said into the stiff silence. And looked up from the marvelous photo before flipping it over slightly to see the words:

"Je t'aimerai toujours. Toujours et à jamais" 

"What does that mean?" He asked. I took the photo from him and said it out loud.

"Je t'aimerai toujours. Toujours et à jamais. It means 'I will always love you. Forever and always,'" I translated. I could hear my mother's voice ringing through my ears the time when I six and she was working for a French prostitute. She had told me that this photo was a reminder she would never leave my heart, and that I will always be her little girl.

"Well, miss Alice in Wonderland, Je t'aimerai toujours. Toujours et à jamais" I looked up at him in shock. Now, that must be the most cheesiest, corniest, but sweetest thing ever to be said. Psh ... I'm not even barely his girlfriend and he told me he loved me in French.

Wait.

He just told me he loved me ... In French.

Well good God! What do I do?!

"Je t'aimerai toujours. Toujours et à jamais, Andy," I said back, a little shocked at what I had just said.

We sat in silence for an eternity before I looked down at the picture again. My tears were on the photo now. I couldn't decided if they were over happiness, or sadness. Whichever one it was, it still mattered my tears would forever resolve into the ink, leaving this memory an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. I had figured out how to start over, but somehow, All I wanted was to go back to Andy and me.