All they've pounded in my head the past year was there was never any guy named Andrew Biersack. He was never my boyfriend and he was never in the accident with me. After a while I started believing them, but something deep down inside just keeps telling me that Andy really was in that accident with me. That he really was real. I often have dreams about him, but some of the things just seemed like flashbacks of what happened when we were younger. Before everything happened.

I sat under a tree daydreaming as usual. If I can remember right this was the tree where Andy kissed me for the first time. Well if he really existed.

It was late in the afternoon. Andy and I had just got out of school and we were talking about the future that we both wanted to have after we got out of high school.

"I want to be a musician," I said smiling.

"Really?" he asked looking at me with a graceful smile.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I want to sing. I mean it's one of my favorite things to do, but I want a band that would actually make people feel great about who they want to be. I want people like us to stand up for themselves and I want to be one of the people to help them." he said staring up at the clouds.

"Wow," I said staring at him in shock.

"What?" he asked looking at me confused.

"That's a great idea." I said and a smile spread across his face and his crystal blue eyes lit up in happiness.

"Yeah," he whispered blushing, then he leaned over close to me and whispered, "And do you want to know something?"

"What?" I asked arching my eyebrows.

"I want you to be the one to help me make my dream come true," he whispered in my ear and kissed me on the cheek.

I felt my cheeks burn bright red and before I even noticed it, I had placed my lips on his. When I pulled away he was staring at me blushing. His cheeks were the color of newly grown roses.

"I'd love to be the one to let that dream come true," I whispered back and smiled.

I felt a tear run down my cheek. I knew this memory was true. I just fucking know it. There is no way that I imagined Andy. The memories are to vivid and every time I think about him it feels like someone has just stabbed me in the chest about sixty million times. I bit my lip and looked down at the ground while trying to blink the tears away. If Andy was real where did he go? Why did he leave? Why the fuck doesn't anyone remember him?