Music & Love (Band Oneshots)

The Rebel's Saviour -Andy Biersack-

Finally get to do a AB One-Shot :DDDDD

So hear my voice,

Remind you not to bleed

I am here

A Saviour will be there

When you're feeling alone, oh

A Saviour for all that you do

So you live freely without their harm...

    As I watched the rain clouds go by, I thought:Why me? Why must I suffer from all this pain & neglect, while everyone lives out their seemingly perfect lives? What makes me different from everyone else? What did I do to deserve all this bullshit? Then it hit me, like a car colliding with a ton of bricks. Because I'm unwanted. I don't deserve to be here...I should just...end this now. As I thought out my escape from this world, I heard his voice.

    "When I hear your cries: praying for life. I will be there!! I will be there! I will always be there!" He screamed, like he did a thousand times before.

    "Words are meaningless unless acted upon." I mumbled, locking his voice away. Though he saved my life many times before, this time would be different. His words no longer gave me hope that I was not alone. I was, & forever will be.

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    My Father was drunk, as usual. The moment I stepped through that door, I was welcomed with heavy blows to the chest & stomach. But he didn't stop there. I was drug up the stairs by my feet, & thrown into my room like some child's rag doll. I laid there, glass pierced my skin, etching lacerations on my wrists & palms.My face was raining water & did not stop for a few hours.

    By 9:00PM, I was curled in the tightest ball, watching the red ink dry on my pale flesh. The pain was excruciating, I screamed out in pain until my throat was sore. I can't go on any longer. This life ain't worth living...  As I harshly breathed in & out, I could hear the sound of boots smacking against the wooden stairs. Clank, Clank, Clank..... They stopped just outside my door. My heart slammed against my chest as I closed my eyes tight. The door opened ever so slowly with the sound of the boots following soon after. I curled up tighter, whispering, "Just get it over with." I assumed it was my Father, ready to rape me.

    "Get what over with?" A deep voice, certainly not my Father's, asked. My eyes opened slowly & I gasped at who I saw. Ink-like hair hanging past his shoulders & veiling over his gorgeous face. His eyes like puddles of water, so clear I could see into his soul. The deep blue reminded me of a daytime sky. It was him, my Saviour. His name barely past my dry lips before I blacked out.

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    I woke, I could feel the sunlight on my face. I sensed something was not right. My god where am I? I shot upright frantically & looking round when it slowly dawned on me, I was in his room & bed. A large smile danced across my bruised lips as the black painted door slowly opened & very familiar face came to view.  I darted from the bed & into his warm embrace. I sank my face into his chest as if to ask him to never let go as I put my arms around him. He planted soft kisses on my head & trailed down to my cheek.

"I-I thought you were on tour...." I whispered, fearing he would dissvole into the air & leaving me once again.

"I could never leave you with that bastard. You know better than that, Babe." He smiled that breathtaking smile I longed for for the past two months.

"Besides," He added, lifting my face up to his, "I can't stand to be away from my Rebel." He stared down at me with wide & glowing eyes, waiting & begging him to kiss me. I could feel his heart beating in perfect rthymn with mine as he slowly, so slowly it hurt, cupped my soft cheek in his palm & captured my lips with his own. This is where I belonged. Here, in the arms of my Saviour.