Love Was Made To Break (Andy Biersack Wmbm)

Chapter Two

Trigger warnings for selfharm

Bryce's Pov
"Shit too deep." I hissed quickly when I scrambled off the bed as quickly as my whole body would let me, I was sleeping in the bunk area tending yet another cut on my already sore arm, I wasn't too sure why I had the impulse to harm myself. In a way... I suppose it was really the only control I had over any emotion that had control over me. It was like it a hard impulse.

"Shit," I swore again yet, multiple curse one after the other. I grabbed my suitcase fast throwing it on the bed, listening to the sound of the bed bouncing in place, still scrambling around to grab a quickly bandage that I could.

Which I grabbed and wrapped around my bleeding cut, hissing to myself lowly at the small sting, sighing quietly in a little bit of disbelief.

I looked down at the little bits of blood seeping through, pressing my hand down as firmly as I could, keeping my palm there. I sighed a little bit to myself that was a close one I thought.

I usually am quite careful but in a moving tour bus not so much, like at all, or possibly not doing something so harmful where anyone could have seen. Keeping my head down for a moment, I tried to clear my head of everything that I could just so for a moment so I could focus.

I pulled my sleeve down over me quick, with one quick motion tossed the used razor into the suitcase, zipping it up quickly. A little panicked by the sudden movement nearing me quickly. I held my temple a bit hoping my heart wasn't racing too much. "Hey." I heard when Andy either exclaimed my name out entering the area.

"Hey." I responded back to him in a small tone, it felt so hard to calm my racing breathing, while my heart sounded like it was beating through my ears. For a moment I had to shut my eyes more. Maybe focusing on my breathing wasn't the smartest, it sounded like it was making my heart rate faster.

He sat down on the bed with me, the sudden shift of the weight with him added on top of the bed.

"What's wrong?" He questioned curiously, I snapped my eyes open for a moment, readjusting to the light up seeing his slightly concerned blues watching me.

I shook my head a bit a couple times, trailing my lip across my bottom lip moving the strands of my hair away from my view. "Its nothing much just thinking is there umm something you need?" I asked confused yet again, Andy looked even more confused at me.

"When is there ever a time I needed something from you? I just wanna know if you are alright Bryce. I can see something is really bugging you," Andy restored out fast looking quite offended that I accused him leaving me to rub harshly at my temple a little.

"There is something bugging me," I muttered back loud enough for him to hear me from his ear level. I physically leaped back to lay on the plush like bed my eyes found themselves staring up at the bunk above, hearing Andy laid down beside me sighing heavy at me.

"You gonna tell me what is it Bryce and or do you want me to guess?" Andy muttered, I watched the way his hands rubbed all over his face with heavy like groans leaving him. I blinked a couple times. "There's just a lot to worry about Andy." I muttered in a small voice.

"Lots of concerts,making sure everything is right I just wanna make sure this tour goes better than the last one. Cause it's my job on your management team to make sure It does," My own hands lightly rubbed at my own face, trailing my fingers across my chin. That was half of what was bugging me, yet what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. A heavy loose exhale him out.

"And you know we will always make sure you're not over stressed about anything Bryce. I promise you this tour will go smoothly and better than last tour promise." Andy shot his eyes to me allowing me to glance at him once more.

"You're the only thing close to home Bryce." Andy was speaking so lowly under his breath, blinking his eyes more like he held so much emotion behind his eyes. "And I feel like I am losing you which I never want to happen at because you're all that I have." Andy finished off. Now that felt a little off, he had so many close to him.

I kept my focus solely on him, "Even though I told you a few days ago that I was sorry I'm gonna say it again. I'm sorry last year when I defended Juliet over you when it was her who was in the wrong and I still beat myself up over it all." He actually apologized to me? Well apologized again.

I took a deep breath in, hoping he didn't notice it was a huge sigh of pain, I felt the deep ache from my arms fill me up. And it took everything in me not to focus on the sting that was shooting through me. It took a while for me to feel numb but it finally happened. "Its alright Andy I already told you, you're forgiven it's okay." I reassured him, finally my body was tensed and on guard hearing the small chuckle coming from him.

"I feel bad I mean we didn't even talk to each other for a while its just.." Andy whispered shaking his head, "Bad." I finished looking at him again shifting my head back over the pillows I was propped onto.

"Andy don't worry alright its fine." I reassured him, I just needed light silence for a moment. I shut my eyes for speech a split moment. "Its all behind us, I don't wanna lose my best friend either." I took a few steady breaths in and out, letting one of my hands resting over my chest, rubbing at it a couple times.

When me and Andy just laid there for a little bit now taken over in a deep silence, when I looked over at him again I saw Andy passed out in such a quick deep sleep, not long after he had turned on his side his tattooed arm wrapped around me almost like he was holding me in place, his snores now filling the air.

Each chuckle escaped me a small bit sadness still lingered like it always did. I roughly shut my eyes raising one of my other arm to rest on my temple.

This was like back when we were teens I thought fluttering my eyes a bit. "Let's not change." I muttered lowly slowly also slipping to sleep with the numbness of the cuts and Andy sleeping next to me.