The Bittersweet Life Of Cherry Lyrics ~Andy Biersack Fan Fiction~

~Prologue~

Pain has a way of getting to you. Whether it's emotional or not. Most of the time you heal, sometimes you don't. It takes time to heal. 

My father killed himself Yesterday, hung himself in the hallway. He was depressed, one of the reasons being that my mother died from lung cancer a year ago. After he had fully processed that she wasn't coming back he turned to alcohol. He would get angry and sad when he got drunk. He would hit me from all the angry building up inside himself. I couldn't really complain though, there were people out there getting it worse than I.

My father and sister were the only family I had left. Jane, my sister, is all I have now and I didn't even have her phone number, so I couldn't call her.

I hadn't moved since I found him, I sat on the cold living room floor, staring off at the wall wondering what to do. My questions were soon answered. 

A few knocks sounded on the front door. I whipped my head towards the door. I slowly got off the living room floor and walked towards to front door. I put my hand on the cold door knob and slowly twisted my wrist. I opened the door to Jane standing on the front patio.

"J-Jane?" She looked down at me with a worried expression on her face.

"Are you okay? I came by because Dad didn't call. He always calls me, everyd-" I didn't give her the chance to talk, I slammed my body against her's in a hug. I sobbed into her black t-shirt. She wrapped her arms around me in an attempt to calm me down, failing. I held onto her with a tight grip, not wanting to lose some one else I cared for.

After a few minutes I stopped crying and was able to talk. I looked up at her face. Her eyeliner wrapped around her light brown eyes looking into my own, trying to find some hint of why I was so upset. Her pale skinned face showed worry for me. Her full, dark red lips parted slightly with anticipation for me to speak. Her height, causing her to look down upon me.

"Dad's dead, Jane," I said plainly. Her facial expression changed from worry to dread and shock. Her arms snaked back around me in an attempt to give herself some kind of comfort.

"H-how long?" I pulled away slightly and looked into her saddened eyes.

"Two days... I-I couldn't call anyone... H-he hung himself in th-the hallway... I c-couldn't get to my room. I h-haven't moved since I found out. I-I've been in the living room. Jane... Can I stay with yo-you?" Tears ran down my tear stained cheeks, falling from my chin. 

"Y-yeah... We need to get your stuff. Do you want me to help? You could close your eyes and I could guide you down the hall?" She offered. 

"Yeah, that sounds f-fine, but I'm warning you, it's not the prettiest thing you're going to see," I turned back to the door and stepped back inside, Jane close behind me. I closed my eyes and felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, Jane led me to the room. I herd a door open and she nudged me to move again, I shuffled forward and herd the door close.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now..." I opened my eyes and looked over at Jane. She had tears slipping from her eyes, she quickly wiped them away and turned to me.  "Where are your bags?"

 "Their in my closet, you can get my clothes," I pointed to the open closet, that was relatively clean. She grabbed the bags and pulled them out, she handed me one. I walked over to my mirror and desk, where I kept all of my products to help with my appearance. I kept my, writing, books, laptop, and headphones in the desk drawers. I took all of the stuff off of the desk and shoved it into the bag. Then I crouched down and opened the drawers of the desk. I pulled out everything and put it into the bag. The bag became full once I put my laptop inside. I set the bag on my bed and walked to the small pile of empty bags. Jane was still clearing out my closet. 

"So when we get your stuff all packed we are going to the living room and calling the cops, they'll take care of him, although they might want to ask questions, so be prepared," I walked over to my pile of shoes and began shoving them into the bag.

"Okay, then we'll go to your place?" She threw the now full bag of clothes onto my bed and picked up another bag and began putting more clothes inside.

"Yeah... Hey Cherry?" I turned my body to face her, she turned as well.

"Yeah, Jane?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being here, I'm sorry for leaving you. I abandoned you and left you alone with dad," I shook my head.

"Don't apologize. I don't blame you, I understand," she weakly smiled and continued packing clothes.

"Thanks," I sadly smiled and turned back to the shoes.

***

We waited out in the living room for the cops to show up. We'd been waiting for about 20 minutes before a few knocks sounded on the door. Jane got up and answered.

"Yeah, right through here," she led the police men to the hall, another man came in with a gurney. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see my Father like this. I felt someone sit down next to me, they pulled me into a hug away from the way I was facing. I opened my eyes to find that I was in Jane's arms, she had pulled me to her so I didn't look. She rubbed my back soothingly. I wrapped my arms around her waist. She pulled away and I went back to my previous position. The other cop with the gurney had gone and an older cop was walking towards us.

"We're gonna ask you a few questions. Who discovered the body?" I could tell he's been through this more than once, he was straight to the point.

"I did, sir."

"When?"

"Yesterday."

"Do you have any idea why he did it? Was he depressed?"

"Yes. I think it was because of my late mother who passed away a year ago to lung cancer," I looked down at my lap.

"Alright, do you have any family that can take you in?"

"That would be me, sir. I'm her sister," the cop turned to her.

"May I see some sort of Identification, ma'am?" She pulled her wallet out of her back pocket and handed him a small card.

"Jane Lyrics?" 

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, we're very sorry for your loss," the cop then walked out of the apartment.

"You ready to go?" I nodded and picked up half of the bags while Jane picked up the other half. We then walked out of the sad and empty apartment and down the stairs. We went through the front doors of the lobby and to Jane's car. She popped the trunk and we shoved my bags inside. I watched as she slammed the trunk and walked to the drivers door. She unlocked the doors and we got in. She inserted the key in the ignition and started the car then we took off to her apartment.