"Oh doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hands upon the cheek of night, like a rich jewel-"
Small delicate fingers pushed the fair sized book low. "You're not actually writing that... are you?"
He passed her a sly smirk. "Well I dunno' it seemed pretty catchy to me."
She punched his arm from where she sat across from him in the grass. Both teenagers were dark yet angelic against the sunlight of the approaching summer. Although the heat has settled in, it did not stop them from wearing tight dark clothing. A young man scribbled through pages of a shiny new year book, a small smile on his face. His skin naturally pale, chains dangling from his tight pants, boots tucked under each leg as he sat in the grass, a tight black shirt hugged his body, long black hair covered his face and fell over one of his piercing blue eyes, darkly and skillfully rimmed in a thick black make up. The young lady didn't differ, tight clothes covered her body although not as dark and sinister as the man in front of her, her hair messy and carelessly placed wherever it pleased, her eyes smudged in black make up, a natural rose tint laid on her also pale cheeks, one knee propped up with a hand draped over it as she watched the boy with amusement. They're backpacks weren't too far from them as they sat along with many other students enjoying the almost-summer air.
"Are you done yet?" Her smile grew wide with amusement.
He gave her a look, "I haven't even wrote anything yet! I'm just browsing!"
""ANDY! Browse a little faster! It's like a million degrees out and you owe me lunch!" It was clear that the bond between them was long lasting and just might grow into something more if it had the chance.
Andy's next remark was silenced by a colorful hacky sack bouncing off his company's knee. She grabbed the toy with slight irritation. Their heads turned to the fairly built jock, his blonde hair combed out perfectly, and his dull blue eyes (compared to the icy blue of Andy's) set on the one with the sack.
"Sorry about that." The boy smiled and Andy's once cheery grin faltered, opposite of her who stood up, star struck.
"Oh- It's no problem really! All in good fun huh?" She gave a cheery grin. Andy watched in silence.
The boy grinned. "I'm Steven." He held out a firm hand, his eyes drifting over her figure.
"They call me Helen." She took it.
He kissed her hand lightly, "Pleasure to meet you."
A light blush covered her face before he released her hand. "Oh! I'm sorry, your... thing." She handed him the small bead-filled ball.
He tossed it in his hand once, thanking her. "I'll see you around sometime.. Helen." He took his time saying her name, the final move on his plan of swooning the dark angel.
Helen let out a shy laugh. "Yeah..."
Steven gave her one last smile before trotting off to a group of boys all wearing some sort of team jacket.
She sighed turning back to her "lunch date".
"So Andy you-" She stared at the empty spot in the grass. "Andy?" She quickly looked at her surrounding, his belongings were gone. "Andy?!" She gave one last shout across the field before frowning, wondering where he could've gone. She was quick to notice her year book sitting in the grass, a white rose was gently laid across the cover.
She smiled.

~~

The doors to the church opened revealing a beautiful, fully matured, Helen. A white veil drifted behind her as she walked down the aisle, a smile on her face as she looked into the blue eyes of her very-soon-to-be husband Steven. The guests looked on as their fellow high schooler was now grown and getting married to the once number one jock. In Helen's heart something was missing, but on this very special day, she thought nothing of it as people embraced at the beautiful sight of marriage. As vows were shared and the final kiss was sealed, people cheered in happiness but one who was not whole not existing, watched from the aisle, visible to one yet invisible to all. An unidentified phantom who's cheeks adorned the black tears of years of pain, dressed in an attire as black as the darkest shadows, a red tie for an abandoned hope, and who's hair seemed to cling wetly to it's non existing visible face.
Steven was in no mood for this big celebration nor the cheery smile on his now wife's face. His head pounded for unknown reasons and he just wanted to sit down and have a drink, drowning the darkness out.
Steven suddenly grabbed at his head in pure pain, hissing slightly at the sudden sting as they positioned themselves into a different pose.
"Baby, are you ok?" Helen clung to his arm a little more tightly in response to his distress.
He gave her a glare, "I'm. Fine." He stated sternly, looking up for yet another picture. His breath caught in his throat at the man now behind the camera. The man waved at him mockingly with a dark grin before disappearing in the flash of the shutter. Steven found himself unable to breathe and excused himself from anymore photos.

***

Young Steven approached the house quietly and gave the door a hard knock. Several times he tried with no answer. He growled in frustration, checking his watch. Helen SHOULD be home right now, she never had anything to do without him. He glared at the house with a grunt of anger. If she thought she could skip out on him like that, she was wrong. Without any hesitation, Steven made his way to the bar across the street.

As nightfall fell, Helen and Andy approached the home with smiles on their faces. "It was great hanging out with you again! Summer has been long..." She rubbed the chill out of her arms as the walked up the steps to her home.
"The pleasure was mine Hel, I missed hanging out with you. It's not the same anymore." He shuffled his feet, looking down at her from his height of 6ft.
She sighed her guilt. "We'll do it again soon! I promise." Her hand patted his cheek earning her a smile.
"I'll see you soon ok? Take care of yourself." He dipped low enough to embrace her in a long hug.
"I will. Take care." Helen watched from her door as Andy stuck his hands in his pockets and walked down the block, probably walking back to his own home. His attire hasn't changed much over the summer, even as winter rolled in. But this did NOT matter to Steven who watched from the bar window.

***

"I didn't do anything! I swear!" Helen defended, putting her foot down.
"YOU NEVER FUCKING DO ANYTHING! That's the fucking problem, you useless bitch!"
Helen recoiled. "D-don't call me a bitch! I didn't do anything!"
The couple continued to argue in the darkness, the only light from the warm fireplace as they stood in their nightwear which consisted of the typical sweatpants and a silk nightgown.
"If I find out you're sleeping around like some fucking whore, I swear to god you're dead! I'll divorce your useless ass and leave you with NOTHING!" He poked her chest hard enough to shove her back a few steps.
"C-calm down. Please." Her voice dripped in fear.
"Calm down?" He snatched her arm, pulling her forward forcefully. "Calm down? You want me to fucking calm down?! YOU ARE BELOW ME! YOU LISTEN TO: ME. ME." He shook her with his words, his fingers digging into her skin.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
"OH NOW I'M HURTING YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? CALL YOUR FUCKING MOTHER AGAIN? HUH?!"
With one last gust of courage Helen spoke up. "IF I MEAN LITTLE TO NOTHING TO YOU THEN WHY DON'T I JUST GO! I'LL GET A DIVORCE, PACK MY THINGS AND LE-"
She yelped as his fist made contact with her face, landing a heavy blow, another bruise to add to her gallery as she fell to the floor. His expression seemed to drop at the realization of what he did as he stared at her but his voice still dripped with venom.
"You're never leaving."

***

Andy grunted as his shoulder made contact with the gravel road, he kicked himself away from the three boys who, just minutes ago, threw him into a van and now, out here in the middle of no where. He looked up, automatically identifying the young blonde as his old classmate, and his best friend's boyfriend, Steven.
"Get him up!" Steven growled, his two partners roughly grabbing Andy by the arms and yanking him to his feet, holding him still as he struggled against the ex-jocks.
Andy glared as he gave one last tug. "What do you want from me?" He asked strongly.
"I want you to stay away from my girl." Andy could smell the liquor a mile away.
"Me and Helen are just-" He was silenced to a blow to the face, then another, and another. He gasped for air.
"I said: Stay. Away. From. My. Girl." With each word said another blow was delivered, to the face, stomach, head, it didn't matter in Steven's fit of drunken rage.
His buddy's let the weakened Andy go and he staggered to keep his balance. His face was cut up and he hurt all over but with all his strength he stood to his feet and gave Steven one last look. "Me and Helen will always be, Just. Friends." He repeated the words Helen had told him just hours before when they sat together in a diner.
"Not if I could help it." Steven gave a chuckle as his fist landed one last hard blow sending Andy falling backwards into a rose bush. The three seemed to recoil in shock at the eerie THUD that signaled the end of his fall.
One of his friends peered over the now still body, his own face going pale as he pushed away the branches of the thorny bush to reveal the true scene.
"Oh my god... What did you just do?!"
Steven sneered. "Gave him what he deserved."
The other friend shook his head in denial as blood seeped from Andy's head as he seemed to lay paralyzed on the rock. "Y-you killed him!"
"What do you mean I killed him?!"
The friend shook his head. "I'm not going to jail for this! I'm out of here!" The two friends quickly jumped back into the van and with one last look at Andy's lifeless form, a single white rose embedded in the skin of his hand, Steven quickly followed.

***

Helen sobbed quietly as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her face stinging in pain as the blow split the skin just below her eye. Steven sneered at her as she continued to try and push herself up from the ground. He suddenly felt cold, his head snapping up to the source of the sinister chuckle that echoed in his ear. His breath caught in his throat and he found it hard to breathe as the dark man turned his head to face him and the tear stained face of Andy Biersack shook it's head at Steven's dark deed before vanishing just as Helen's beaten body pushed itself up from the floor and ran upstairs.

Helen ran upstairs into the large master bedroom which she shared with her so called husband. Her sobs echoed in the halls as she stripped of her clothing and into the hot shower hoping the warmth of the water will ease the pain in her so longly abused body. She wiped the smudged make up from her cheeks as it washed away and carefully sat herself in the furthest corner wondering how much longer she could live with her life's worst mistake.


Steven looked around the now empty living room in confusion. Was he going crazy? His life's dark past was forgotten, wiped clean from the slate, no one ever knew. There was never a story on the news about some poor emo boy found dead in the park, no police officer ever came knocking on his door demanding answers. How could it be that ever since his wedding day, Andy Biersack, last seen lifelessly cold, has been following him, watching him, mocking him, torturing him. He shivered as his eyes raked over the room in pure anxiety. Andy was dead, he will always be dead. Steven was not the one to believe in paranormal superstitions but this was all too much.
He jumped as the fire crackled, fading in and out as if trying to fight the urge of dying out as the room turned icy cold.
"Steven."
He spun around, the voice like daggers in his ear drums. That was when he noticed it, the mirror that hung above the fireplace, framed in gold, fogged over and a cruel writing appeared, dripping with moisture.
I can see your skin is crawling. Wake up, your drowning. You'll never get too far. You're becoming the prey.


Helen splashed her face with cold water, her wet black hair clung to her face, the black make up faded almost to nothing, a towel wrapped tightly around her body. Quietly she turned off the tap, her wedding rings gleamed in cruel delight, a constant reminder of her pain. Stiffly, she lifted her head to look at her reflection in the mirror, to check the damages made. She gasped, spinning around and gripping the counter. She looked around in confusion, her breath quickening. She could've sworn she saw, "Andy..?"


Steven spun around, noticing the dark figure that lured behind him in the mirror, frozen as Andy stared at him mockingly.
"Boo." Steven fell backwards, a strange weight being pushed against his chest. He cringed before his head slammed against the edge of the fire place, his vision blacking out.

~~

Helen gasped as she bolted upright in her bed. Steven had yet to join her but someone else was in her room. Her heartbeat quickened as she followed the strange glowing light that escaped the mirror that stood towards the far right of the room. A figure stood in front of it and as her vision adjusted, she slowly threw her legs over the bed and approached it. "Andy..?"
He held his hand out to her, beckoning her to come forward. She walked at a slow pace, wanting to take in his image. Why was he crying? And why was he so cold?
She touched his hand and gasped as bloody images entered her mind. She looked at him. "Are you dead?" Her voice seemed to crack.
"I don't know." He whispered as she moved closer. He dipped his head to whisper in her ear. "I love you."
She moved her head to look at him. "This was the biggest mistake I ever made." She let tears run freely as she gazed at what might as well be the ghost of the one she loved. She lifted a hand to touch his chest hesitantly, he wore a full black suit, the only color being a red tie. "I love you so much." He was so cold.
He grabbed her hand and locked eyes with her, "Come find me."
"I-" She couldn't find the words. Slowly, Andy dipped his head to her level, their lips locking in a cold hard kiss.

A heart monitor beeped loudly in the emptiness of a white room.

Helen jumped back as Andy hissed in pain, clutching his chest. "Oh my god." She covered her mouth, unsure of what she might have just caused.
"ARG!" He cried out, falling to the floor.

The heart monitors slow rhythm began to pick up a normal speed.

"Andy what's happening?" Helen cried out as she began to panic, tears streaming heavily down her face.
"Promise you'll come find me... PROMISE!" His words dripped with the pain of being ripped between two worlds.
"I-I promise." She sobbed, fear taking over her body. Was he now (completely) dead?
With the last of his strength, Andy made one last attempt to reach out for her before his body seemed to fade away in a bright flash of light.
In shock, Helen fell to her knees, covering her face to muffle her cries of remorse. She didn't know where to start, where to look.
She did her best to quiet herself as a faint memory crossed her mind. It pained her to realize how long it has been since she last thought of Andy. Pulling out a box from under the large bed, she was quick to find her old year book, flipping through the back pages to the all too familiar scribble. "I sit here and smile, dear. I smile because I think of you and I blush. These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss. A fuss is made of miles and travel but road ways are but stones and gravel. A bleeding heart can conquer every grudge. I love you more than I can ever scream. ~A.B <3"
~~

Steven groaned as he woke up, rubbing the back of his head. A cold chill swept the room, flashbacks of prior events flooding through his head. He jumped to his feet, looking around, getting ready to defend himself anyway possible. Shock flooded through his body as his surroundings seemed altered. The large picture frame that once held his and Helen's wedding photo now held Andy Biersack's and Helen's wedding photo. The tear stains and damp hair were gone, replaced with a loving smile, clean make up, and perfectly groomed long hair.
The flower vase that once held a bouquet of brightly colored flowers now held a large selection of white roses. The wedding ring on his finger suddenly felt tight as he wrenched it off his finger and threw it onto the floor, his breathing hard as he reach for the phone, dialing a taxi number.
"I need a taxi here as soon as possible."

~~

Andy gasped for air, his body jerking upright, suddenly regretting the movement he laid back down. His breathing quickened at the shock of pain that ran up his spine. The bright lights blinded him as he squinted at the area around him, every movement sent his vision shaking. Foot steps that approached him sounded like thunder in his ear drums.
"Do you remember who you are?" A soft voice echoed in his ears.
He opened his mouth to speak but it felt so dry. He clacked his tongue a few times, just to get some moisture. "Andrew Biersack."
A face suddenly came into his vision. "At least we don't have to refer to you as John Doe anymore..." She smiled slightly.
"What..." He had the urge to hold his head, "What happened..."
"Try not to speak too much sweetie. You had a really bad fall and have a fracture on your skull... Some folks jogging found you moments before you could've died. You've been in a coma for a while but we tried our best with surgery. We still have another minor surgery for you to go through and now that you're awake I think we could go through with it if you feel well enough."
"How long have I been in a coma?" He muttered, letting his eyes flutter shut.
"... About.. 4 years now.. Your folks paid a lot of money to keep you here. They never lost faith in you."
Andy's head thudded with confusion. Was it really possible for his soul to stay in his body yet he traveled at free will with his spirit. While the nurse continued to wait for his answer, he pondered how everything was possible and yet... could he do it again? Memories still haunted him and there was one more thing he had to do.

The nurse helped him sign the few papers that needed to bare his signature before the preparations began. More nurses filed in, unhooking the many wires that were attached to his body before they began to wheel him out. He couldn't help but focus on the bright lights that flashed past him as he was pushed through what seemed like a never ending hallway. Would his next move cost him his life? He wasn't sure but he was scared. The doctors voices were muffled to him, blocked out by his thoughts as his bed suddenly came to a stop. With little effort from him, Andy was moved onto an operated table, his head positioned in a certain way.
"Alright Andrew... We're going to put you to sleep in three..." Andy watched out of the corner of his eye as a short chubby doctor injected a clear fluid into his IV. "Two..." He blinked slowly, as if fighting the urge to fall asleep. "One.." Darkness engulfed Andy's version. He felt heavy and in a way he felt as if he was out of tune with his body, almost trapped in his own mind. He could imagine his breath becoming hard as he struggled to push against a heavy weight that seemed to be crushing him. He mentally began to push against the barriers, trying to break through and in a shatter, he sat up. Carefully, he took a look at his surroundings. Doctors and nurses wore masks and stared down at his body but none seemed to notice his phantom. Slowly looking behind him, he cringed as they began removing a section of his hair.
Without anymore thought, he placed both feet on the ground before standing up from the operating table. His clothing had changed... Tight black pants clung to his body once again with his un-tucked button down black shirt and red tie.
He didn't have much time. With one quick thought, he vanished from the room.

~~

Steven couldn't think straight as he ran out the door, the yellow taxi gleaming at him with a sweet escape. He didn't care what Helen was thinking at this moment or if she even knew he was gone! He chuckled inwardly at the thought of her heart breaking as she read over divorce papers and if she didn't want to sign them, that would be well taken care of.
He threw the taxi door open and slammed it shut behind him.
"Where to?" A smooth deep voice asked.
Steven sighed as the taxi began to pull away from the curb. "The nearest airport."
"Well that isn't too nice, what about your wife?"
"Excuse me?!" Steven snapped. "You don't know anything about me so watch your mouth!"
The driver turned around with a chuckle, not even stopping for the stop light.
Steven's eyes grew wide at the face of his driver as he let out a blood curdling scream
and then there was a crash.

Notes

Hello :) I am originally a writer from Quizilla under the name Kirascooby. This story was one of the firsts I wrote exclusively for my "moving on" to Mibba. It was made in 2011. I reposted it here after recieving an invitation to join this site. I hope you guys enjoyed and maybe I'll write something for the other members too.
Much love,
~Kirascooby