'A new life' BVB fanfiction.

Chapter eight - Burning the paper.

Chapter 8

I sit in front of the TV crying my eyes out. Danny just told it all to me, The mans helpers did it, they did exactly what he promised. Andy's dead. It's true, and it's all over the news.

“A young man only 21 years old got shot today, died right away. His name was Andrew Dennis Biersack, he was the lead singer of a band called Black veiled brides. The police still haven't found the killer, but they have one person to go after.” the reporter looks right into my eyes “Jessica Pathiel Stone.” he says with a horrifying voice.

I jump five meters back in the bed, that name sound so familiar I could scream, which I do, I don't want to hear or see the rest of this, I just want this to end. I hold my hands to my ears, this is not real, he's not dead, I'm only dreaming, this is nothing. I scream again.

“Jessica please stop screaming” Danny comes running into the room and says.

“Danny, he's dead, it's my fault, what am I gonna do, I was finally happy, I had a family, I had the best family existing, but it's all gone now, and I will never get it back, ever!” I cry, even more than before, cause I just realized, this isn't a dream, it's a real life nightmare.

“Jess” he sits down next to me. “Just listen to me one moment, that's all I ask for” he looks me into the eyes and hold my hands. “It's over, the life you had with them, it's over, you're never going back to them again, even if you could, they would never let you.”

“Don't say that, it's not true, shut up!” I scream at his face and grab a pillow to hide my face in it.

“Jess” he says and put a hand on my shoulder.

“NO!” I scream, throw the pillow away and slap him.

I look at my hand, I have never slapped anyone before, my hand doesn't even hurt, but his face looks kinda red.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that” I say feeling extremely guilty. “I just couldn't stand that you're right” I say an turn my head down.

He stands up in front of me, bows a bit down and lift my head with his fingers.

“Listen, I don't care if you slapped me from today and till we die, I'm not gonna leave you, I love you, and I am going to help you through this” he says and gives me a little smile.

“The rest of the band is terrified, they keep saying that they will die too, but they have nothing to prove it with. They ask for help, but the police demands a proof before they can help them” the new reporter says.

“What?” I ask confused. “But they have the letter, why don't they just give it to them, isn't it proof enough?”

“You mean this letter?” Danny asks and hand a piece of paper to me.

I gently open it and it's the one, it's the letter, no no no, why do I have it, what the hell are they gonna do then, without this, they'll die too.

“Danny, where did you find it?” I ask him.

“It fell out of your pocket, weird, I didn't even know the put pockets in such dresses” I think he's trying to joke his way out of this.

“Danny, do you have any idea of how important this paper is?” I ask him.

“Well, since it's burning I doubt we'll ever find out” he says.

“What” I look at the paper, it's burning, bloody hell it's burning. “No, no no no no no no!” I freak out “Water, where's the water, why isn't there any bloody water!?” I stand up and search everywhere for water, but it's too late, the paper is gone, burnt to ash.

“It's over Danny, they're going to die, and it's all my fault.”

“Don't say it like that”

“Yes, I should say it like that, Danny, so many people are going to be heartbroken now, all because of me, me and my stupid idea of having a family” I cry again.

He puts his arms around me, tells me it's going to be okay, just like CC did last year, I believed him, but I don't believe Danny, this is different.