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

Chapter 22 - A Passion Crime, To Take Whats Mine

Kellin eagerly zipped up the last of my stage equipment into a black hard case. So many bags and cases filled the room that I lost track of how many there actually were. The room looked more cluttered than when everything was thrown about. Kellin rose from within the mess with a tired expression to his face but as always that smile didn't fail to greet us. Taking my eyes away from him gradually, I fished around in my tight jeans pocket, pulling out a 10 pound note gesturing it towards him.

He shook his head almost immediately and rejected my gesture, " I don't give to receive" he smiled, trudging his way over cases to reach me. I had only been in Kellin's company for 20 minutes but already I could feel myself being influenced by him. I had become more positive, and he made me realise just how selfish and self centred I actually was. Andy was right, and I hate to admit it.

"Okay" I smiled, pushing the note back into my pocket carefully, "But at least let me buy you a drink" I added, watching his eyebrows raise in approval.

"I can't turn that down" he blurted happily, sliding a pair of black sunglasses over his eyes. "Thanks Natasha" he pulled open the door, letting me out first like a gentleman.

My somber and dour ambiance had been destroyed and transformed into a happy one. Finally, on the last day of Download, I was regaining the vibes you should get at a festival. The laughter, the carelessness, the adrenalin. We let ourselves into the VIP bar, floating on ACDC's Back In Black song that was playing in the background.

"Kellin," I whispered as I walked towards a table, "You'll have to order... I'm not 18 yet" I giggled, waving the 10 pound note in his direction once again.

"Okay," He smiled giving in, "What are you having then?" He asked, propping himself on the arm of my chair casually.

"A jack and coke please" I whispered, winking immaturely. He gave a discreet nod and strolled away towards the bar. I felt good now, for once. I felt rebellious and immature. Finally, I didn't feel the need to be so serious. After all I was still a kid in reality, I had enough time for that later on in life.

Jack's P.O.V

I had been looking for Natasha everywhere. The thoughts that submerged my head were not nice. Especially when she literally just got beaten up and Zac was nowhere to be found. There were policemen everywhere, searching through the thousands of people. My heart raced as I checked everywhere with no luck. I could feel it pounding against my chest uncontrollably. She could be anywhere. My eyes drifted away from the door that had the words "VIP Bar" marked on it in bright red, it was pretty hard to miss.

I was almost certain that she wouldn't be in there. After all, she wasn't old enough to buy drink legally. Something inside of me told me that I had nothing to lose. I pushed open the heavy door, feeling my muscles flex with the weight. Sliding in to the dark room quickly before the door swung back aggressively. That definitely was not safe.

I leaned against the painted black walls as I looked around the bar. Many shades of purple filled the room, on the furniture, on the carpets, on the bar itself. Black furniture filled every corner of the room and classy spinning chairs were lined up by the bar. I examined every person closely as I caught my breath, but it only riled me up even more when I couldn't see her. There was Kellin, ordering at the bar. Chris Motionless and Ricky Horror, speaking together to one side of the room. I saw Vic Fuentes, Ronnie Radke, Ryan Seaman, Jacky Vincent, and Ashley Purdy... but no Natasha.

It was now that I realised I could actually relate to Tom. He gets worried and stressed so easily. It started to get really bad to the point where I was hallucinating. My vision was blurring by what I swore was only tears but that didn't explain the fact that I could see and hear Natasha. I felt a hand shake me which startled me but it was what I needed. I blinked perpetually, letting the water fade away, making Natasha come into a clearer sight.

"Oh, Natasha" I blubbered, pulling her into a tight hug, managing to control my emotions slightly.

"Jack" she squirmed, pulling away as she cradled her ribs in pain, biting her lip to ease it all away.

"I'm sorry" I breathed, nervously, sliding my hand onto her shoulder.

"Don't be" she looked up smiling, "Sometimes even I forget" She stood herself upright again, pulling her t shirt away from her battered and bruised skin to let it breath.

"I couldn't find you anywhere, I was so worried" I admitted finally, watching her face erupt into a bigger smile than the one she already wore. She remained silent though, but her face was enough to let me understand just how much she valued what I said.

"Oh, I forgot..." I added, changing the subject swiftly, "Bullet For My Valentine are playing in ten minutes, you coming?" I asked, almost certain of her response.

"No" she shook her head in disappointment, "I'm going to watch Black Veil Brides set so I can prove how much I care about Andy" she uttered in a small voice.

It was already proved to me. BFMV have been Natasha's favourite band over anything else since she was 13. I know how much she wanted to meet them and see them live again but watching her give that all up for Andy was a beautiful thing.

I smiled uncontrollably, "Well, I wish you the best of luck" I nodded as Kellin approached us with two drinks in his hands, "I better go now" I explained, "I'll pick you up some autographs though" I said as I escaped through the heavy door once again.

I began to walk through the hallways towards the reception. Today, I could really feel the impact that Ryan, Tom and Natasha had on me. I worried like Tom. I could sense love like Ryan and lastly, I felt the need to be a good friend just like Natasha has always been.

Carefully, I pushed the clear doors open, with an idea in my head. Traipsing out into the warm day, I stayed walking on the small concrete paths since I didn't like mud at all. That's when I saw him.

Andy was hovering over by the smokers area with an innocent looking Jake. I literally ran towards them as fast as I could. "Hey" Jake smiled, waving towards me as I approached them.

My attention was fixed fully on Andy. His eyes were slightly swollen, you could tell he'd been crying. His hands and body was shaking lightly, which suggested that he hadn't eaten. I explained everything to him, watching him cheer up gradually. But he didn't say one word. His face said it all.