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

Chapter 17 - We Are Breathing While You're Sleeping

Thankfully, we only had four more songs left to perform once I drug myself back onto the stage. I needed to finish that show no matter what anyone said or did. No matter how much the pain hurt me. I was never going to let our fans down.

As I emerged from the side of the stage the crowd went wild once again, and our next song was finally started. I wondered whether people actually knew what went on. It wasn't like I just went for a really long break. Please, I'm not Axel Rose.

I couldn't explain the mental state I was in at that time because music was my life and when I sang my lungs burst into pain and when my guitar moved even the slightest bit I was in pain. Clearly this was a battle I wouldn't win.

I fixated my feet to the middle of the stage, stuck in front of the microphone, just so I didn't make anymore injuries... I'm too accident prone. I let the melody move me and the music take over my soul, just for the last few songs.

As the last song concluded, I stepped up to my mic, holding it with my hand as my eyes traced over the insane crowd.  I lifted it towards my mouth, "Thank you so much Donington..." I began, looking to the floor at my shoes. "It was our first time playing this show today, yet we were put on the main stage and we can't express how amazing that feeling is, You're letting us live our dreams."

The crowd began chanting "Encore" loudly and harmoniously.

I smiled and lifted my arm towards the sky, silencing the crowd as I did. " I wish I had the strength to do an encore, because you guys definitely deserve it... It was a pleasure playing for you all" I smiled brightly "Thank you so much for having us and putting up with us" I brought the microphone away from my mouth, dropping it to the ground slowly, letting go of the wire when it touched the ground. Quietly, I raised my hands into the shape of a heart towards the crowd before exiting.

My guitar technician and my manager both took the care into their hands straight away by helping me take off my guitar and sitting me down with ice cold water. I  lifted the glass up, my hand was shaking violently spilling the water slightly. I sipped it slowly, letting the cold water tingle my tongue and slip down my throat. Swallowing hurt more than I imagined... The pain was getting unreal. 

Carefully, I put the cup down on the black floor and laid my head on the armrest, trying to find some salvation. My head pounded as I closed my eyes, but I wasn't sure if it was a headache or my heartbeat. Both were getting out of control. I never liked pain, it made me feel like I wanted to die. Whether it was physical, emotional or mental pain. At least I had a reason.

Soon my eyes were shut tightly and I was unaware of anything around me.

Andy's P.O.V.

Moments after Natasha came off stage, the ambulance turned up. It's sirens were filling the backstage area with a noise that wasn't the usual.

My eyes crossed the room and I couldn't see Natasha anywhere. "Have you seen Natasha?" I asked Ashley, who was drinking whiskey whilst conversing with a saddened Christian.

He tilted his cowboy hat up and moved aside to find Natasha fast asleep on a cold plastic chair. She was Sleeping With Sirens... How ironic.

Carefully, I picked her up. Her head lulled in and out of sleep. I couldn't help but smile when she snored occasionally. With Jack, Ryan and Tom following close behind me, I made my way down the steps wrapping my arms around her tightly.

I lifted her onto the hard stretcher, resting her head down gently. Fans that walked past showed their concern by calling over. As politely as I could, I gestured to the ambulance and stepped in after Tom.

Everything was white. It made me feel like I was in some kind of room for a psychiatric patient. All the white contrasted wildly with my clothes. And my whole self for that matter. It was so pure, sand and... Perfect. Yet I was the complete opposite.

Watching Natasha lying so still on the stretcher with an oxygen mask over her face was the last thing I thought I'd be doing at this time. I was hoping we would be together having a drink, getting ready to watch Falling In Reverse's set. The only thing that mattered to me at the moment was that she was okay and that what ever happens, I could help her through.

There was a sorrowful silence in the atmosphere, I took my phone out of my pocket and did the first thing that came to mind - Log onto Twitter.

I took a long deep breath before I started typing the words into my iPhone. It took great thought. The tweet -  which was only a message within 160 letters - took me 10 minutes to complete. I wasn't good at explaining things when I was upset.

"On my way to the hospital with @NatashaV, Let's hope everything goes well... Stay strong for her BVB Army."

I didn't want to mention anything too much, just in case she  didn't want people to know. Soon, the ambulance came to a halt and we were moved out of the back to make way for the stretcher.

I looked up to the hospital building, a shiver crawled up my spine.  It was a creepy looking building to be fair. It was a grey colour with wooden framed windows. There wasn't many bright lights in any of the rooms which made it look dull and run down.  I hated that place.It scared me to death, but there was no way I'd stay away. I needed to be there when Natasha woke up.

We stepped into the foyer behind the doctors. Faces turned as we walked past the waiting room. Coughs and the squeaking of the stretcher wheels were the only things to be heard apart from the occasional click of my cowboy boots. This place were near to deserted.

The smell of disinfectant was making me feel dizzy. In places it was way too strong. We were left outside of the room Natasha was rushed into. I let Ryan Jack and Tom fill the chairs as I slid my back down the wall and sat on the cold plastic floor.

If I never saw this place again, It would be too soon.