Sorry Won't Stitch These Wounds ~ Andy Biersack Fan Fiction

Chapter 1 - Black Painted Eyes Cover The Lies

I was walking the big field known as 'Donington' beside my best friends, who were also my band mates. I felt great. This was the start of it all, my future was just within my grasps and it sent continuous shivers of adrenalin up my spine. I can remember wanting to play here ever since I was a little kid, obsessing over the bands that were big enough to play this festival. I can't believe I'd gotten to that stage already. It was overwhelming to say the very least.

My green converses sunk into the long grass that was yet to be cut. From the parking lot, it all looked so peaceful like some kind of heaven but as we approached the main stage, the sound of loud machines and construction work filled the air as I watched the field slowly coming to life. I gazed around at the builders working harmoniously. I never really thought about how much work actually goes on for this festival because the music is all I've really ever been interested in.

I looked up to ask which stage we were playing on, to find that my band members had given up on me and walked towards the backstage building in the distance. I was sure to get lost. Great.

I picked at the phone in my pocket, and was about to write a strong worded text when something caught my attention. And you probably see by now that, that isn't hard to do. But it wasn't anything like the construction workers. It was a smell that hit me like a brick wall. It was sweet but daring. It was nothing like the smell of grass I inhaled from the field. It was a smell I would describe as 'gorgeous'. The same smell lingered around me and made my stomach tingle furiously. I had to find out where this was coming from. I peeled my eyes away from my phone, looking around the field to find it empty. That's when I felt two eyes digging holes into my back. I was being watched.

Without any fast movements, I turned around slowly, keeping my eyes firmly fixated to the green grass below. A black cowboy boot sunk into the grass before me, startling me slightly. Quickly, I raised my head. I squealed, in shock. It was like an angel had just fallen from heaven, his tainted, darkened wings mesmerising me slowly.

"Hey, I didn't mean to frighten you" a voice soothed me as he held my arms to keep me still.

I ignored his words, trying to break free from his grasp. I wasn't good with talking to people. Especially not new people that magically turn up out of nowhere and frighten the life out of me. I gave in, realising that he wasn't going to release me any time soon. I looked up to his face, a frown stitched angrily across my forehead and little by little he let go of my arms.

His bright blue eyes met mine for the first time and I could instantly tell he was a man of secrecy. Usually people were so obvious that I could tell exactly what they were hiding, whether it was something as small as a phobia or something as big as hurt, but this guy was clearly hiding behind a false mask. I had to admire him though, he did it better than anyone I'd ever known. As I delved deeper and deeper into those watery Sapphire eyes of his, I found myself becoming somewhat lost and confused. It was like he had a barricade locked firmly so that his feelings would never escape.

I was beginning to get suddenly suspicious of him, and I didn't know why. I looked to the ground with a frown, scratching my forehead silently, my mind pestering me for the answers to these questions. He was... strange.

His appearance was striking, firstly. Not only was he clearly very eccentric and unique with his dress-sense, but he was also blessed with an appearance that most girls would fall for immediately. I saw through guys like that. Appearances don't mean anything if the personality is dull or ugly. I'd fallen for that one too many times.

I was quite tall yet he still towered over me, but I was far from intimidated. I too was good at hiding my feelings. Sometimes, you have to fake strength just to get through things, but I'll tell you something; it works better than any remedy.