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

Chapter 6 - To Be Forgiven, Or To Be Forgotten

The one time I time I turn to my dreams for a refuge, it gets thrown back in my face with a horrible nightmare. It was so real. Like it had happened all before. But that's because it had.

*I was in the studio late one night. Deep in thought and concentration. I heard taps on the window, I tried to ignore it but soon the taps became louder and harder. Slowly, I turned around to face the window. I couldn't see much as the windows had frost all over them. I moved towards the window and wiped it slowly with my sleeve. I stood in complete shock as I saw Zac's face through the glass.

I ditched everything I was doing and ran out of the door into the corridor leading to many different rooms. I shut the studio behind me leaving me in mere darkness as I strolled along the corridor. The front door slammed and panic overtook me. Zac was in the building. In mind I was shouting at myself, the sentence "Why didn't you lock up?!" went over and over in my head. "Shut up!" i whispered louder than I thought. The footsteps stopped. I held my breath and carried on walking. And to my luck, every door in the corridor was locked. I crept over to the last door and closed my eyes before trying to open it. The handle turned quietly. The door opened with a squeak. Quickly, I snuck inside and locked the door. I sat quietly, with my back against the door. I heard the footsteps once more, which indicated that he had entered the corridor that I was in. I took a last deep breath in and shut my eyes, I didn't want to let my fear of the dark take over.

"Natashaaa" He snarled with a terrifying tone to his voice "I know you're in here"

He tried every door but failed to open them. I found myself praying for my life. The handle turned slowly but wouldn't budge any further. He walked away from the door, and i continued breathing in small breaths.

"Damn!" he shouted to himself "She must've snuck out!"

Before I knew it, there was a slam of the front door once more. I walked across the small room to peak out of the window. Car lights lit up the parking lot brightly. He drove away quickly. Shaking terribly, I collapsed to the ground. I wept quietly on my own wishing I had someone to comfort me.*

I woke up, worried and panting breathlessly. The sound of my heartbeat overpowered every sound in the room, including the constructions going on outside. Sweat dripped down my forehead, cooling me down slightly. I was so used to this happening now, that it didn't scare me much anymore.

  Nightmares like this had always effected me. I began shaking like I had in my dreams and tears slowly trailed down my cheeks. I could feel myself becoming caught up in my imagination and dreams. I hated when this happened, because I relied on them for distractions.

 I was so confused because really, I knew I was okay. There were taps on my door and I figured this must have been what scared my thoughts so much. Forgetting about the tears that lined my face, I got up from the couch and walked over to the door. I quickly glanced over to the clock on the wall, and as I did I saw myself in the mirror, my face was sad and distraught. It was 9 p.m. I had slept for two hours, which was no surprise for me since I had terrible insomnia some nights. I turned the handle gently and opened the door. Andy stood outside waiting. I looked at him sadly and went to shut the door. Of course I felt guilty but, don't you think he deserved it?

He held his hand out to stop me bravely, "Please, Natasha" he said looking at me with sorrowful eyes.

I rolled my eyes, giving in to those gorgeous eyes, "Fine. Come in." I said firmly, opening the door wider.

His boots scuffed the floor as he slowly walked in, my guitar case bounced against his leg every so often. I shut the door quietly, trying to find something to do so I didn't have to look at Andy. It wasn't that I didn't want to. It's just that I didn't want him to know I had been crying. I didn't want anyone to know... It makes me feel so childish.

"So..." I awkwardly forced the conversation "Did you bring this back here just to rub it in my face?" I tried to keep my eyes on my guitar but it didn't help at all, as my eyes wanted to be else where.

"Look, Natasha" he said sadly "I feel awful enough as it is, can we just forget about this?" he strong gaze intimidated me quickly.

"How can I forget it?" I replied managing my temper for the first time. "My guitar is still broken, and forgetting it definitely won't fix it."

He nodded "I know it won't, that's why I got your guitar technician to fix it" he said

I looked up quickly into Andy's eyes "You did that for me?" I hadn't ever expected this, and once again I felt terrible.

"Come sit down" he said, sitting on the couch, tapping the seat next to him with a warm smile on his face. I'm not sure what it was that caused me to feel so strongly about Andy, but I'm almost certain it was something to do with how strong and brave he could be... The fact that he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. And I was really attracted to that.

I strolled over and sat next to him, without speaking a word. I just stared at my hands or messed with the neck of my t shirt, biting it occasionally.

He placed his hand on my knee and looked deeply into my eyes "Of course I did it for you" He begun "I told you that I would ruin this somehow so it's my responsibility to fix it"

"I feel awful for treating you so badly" I said quietly, thinking about all those things I said to him... How could I?

"I don't think you over reacted one bit, Tash" he said "Will you forgive me?" he asked sweetly.

"Only if you forgive me" I smiled nervously, keeping my hand placed by my bottom lip with my the top of my t shirt clenched tightly in my hand.

He nodded pulling me into a warm hug, and that was when I knew I couldn't ever be too angry at him.