Love And Music

Social Media...again

I woke up in bed, without Andy.

Had to go to the studio. Love you.
-Andy

I sighed and sat up. It's been two weeks since the...incident. Andy and I haven't gotten on any media for that long. None of the army knows.

I decided to turn on the TV, and watch the news.

"-Ali Green," The man at the desk thingy said. "Her and her stunning and famous boyfriend, Andy Biersack were found leaving the hospital a couple weeks ago."

A picture of us exiting the doors popped up across the screen.

"Flat stomach? What's going on?"

I lifted my hand to my mouth.

How?

I turned off the TV and brought my knees to my chest. Andy seems to have moved on, me however? I have not. I've been stuck in this event. It hurts so much. I can't even comprehend how I lost the baby.

I shook my head as the tears fell for the millionth time in the past two weeks.

I'm never going to get over this.

I let the tears fall until my eyes were dry. I was so caught up in my break down, that I didn't hear the door open and close. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"It's me." I heard Andy whisper pulling my hair away from my face.

I sniffled and hugged him. He hugged back and rubbed my back. I felt more tears shed and griped him tighter. He didn't say anything as I sobbed my heart out. He knew I was taking this worse than he did.

I felt him shake and knew he was crying too. I calmed down and pulled back. He still had tears running down his cheeks and I wiped them away. I rested my forehead on his and closed my eyes, letting out a silent sigh.

His hands were on either side of my head and he smoothed my hair. I listened my grip in the back of his shirt and rested my hands on his shoulders.

"I'm going to waste away." I whispered.

"No, you're not."

"I need to get out of the house, Andy."

"Then let's go. I can take you to the park." He whispered.

I smiled. For the first time in two weeks. He smiled back and I nodded.

"I'll get dressed." I said as we got up.

I walked up the stairs and changed into a pair of red leggings and a baggy SLIPKNOT band tee. I slipped on my Nike shoes and went back downstairs with a pen and notebook.

"I'm going to try to write another song." I said as Andy looked at it.

"Okay." He said as we walked to his car.

We drove in silence holding hands across the center console. I looked out the window and saw the sunset just beginning to show.

Andy parked the car and we both got out. I walked towards the mini duck pond and sat down on the green grass.

I opened my notebook to a song that I had started writing. (Live, the band wrote this.)

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries.

Her placenta falls to the floor,
the angel opens her eyes.

The confusion sets in,
before the doctor can even close the door.