You're Not Alone (Andy Biersack Love Story) [REVISED]

Two weeks. Two weeks since Andy and I had sex for the first time, and we haven't done it since. Every single time that we tried, someone would interrupt us. I gave up. I guess I would have to wait until we were able to have a hotel room again.

"We're going out for breakfast, you want to join?" Andy asked, peaking into my bunk.

"Yeah, sure just give me a-," I shoved Andy out of the way and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and threw up all the contents of my stomach.

"Mel! What's wrong?" Andy asked as he reached the bathroom.

"Just got a bit sick is all, don't worry about it," I told him, slowly getting up.

"Maybe you should just stay here," Andy suggested.

"That's probably a good idea. Is Skylar still here?"

"Yeah, do you want me to go get her for you?"

"Yes please."

Andy left the bathroom and returned a minute later with a worried Skylar.

"Mel, you okay?" Skylar asked.

"Yeah, Andy, you and the guys can head out to breakfast. Me and Skylar are just going to stay here," I said.

"Alright, call if you need anything," he whispered as he kissed my forehead and left.

"We're not going to stay here are we?" Skylar asked heavily.

"No. Would you mind coming to the drug store with me?" I asked hesitantly. I wanted to be sure that my thoughts were wrong, because if they were right.....

"Oh my god, you're not are you?"

"I really hope not," I mumbled.

"Let's go, we don't know when the guys will be back." Skylar took my hand and pulled me off the bus and rushed over to the nearest drug store.

We searched the isles until we found the tests. I took four, knowing that I couldn't be too careful. I payed for them and went into the restroom and peed on all four of the sticks and waited three excruciatingly long minutes. I looked down at the tests, all of which showed a pink plus sign.

"Oh god! Oh god!" I started to hyperventilate as I pulled my hair by its roots. I was on birth control, I shouldn't have gotten pregnant. I was only eighteen. Andy was a rock star who I had been dating for only over a month. This was going to ruin him.

"Mel? Did you get the results yet?" Skylar questioned through the door.

I opened up the door holding the tests tightly in my hand. I threw them at the floor and ran back to the bus. Crying.

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Skylar's P.O.V.

"Why hasn't Melanie come out of her bunk?" Andy asked me, jolting me out of my thoughts. Melanie was pregnant. I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

"She's not felling well, so she'd thought it would be best if she rested," Skylar answered, not totally untruthfully.

"Oh...tell her I'll be at the venue," Andy said, getting up off the couch and leaving the bus.
I felt for waht Melanie was going through, having a kid with a successful rocker whose band is continuing to grow is a bad situation to be in. I know that Melanie has to tell Andy, but I know she's not up for that yet.

I rose from the couch and headed to Melanie's bunk, she was sleeping. I grabbed a scrap piece of notebook pater and a pen, and left her a note saying that the guys and I were at the venue and to get there when she woke up. I checked my phone to see I had a message from Ashley.

Ash: Why aren't you at the venue yet? I miss you <3

I texted back: Be there in a few. I miss you too <3

I hopped off the bus and walked over to the venue, my combat boots slapping against the concrete.

I passed the line of fans were either really excited to see me or decided to flip me off. I gave all the girls who were flipping me off the middle finger right back. Screw the haters.
I went to the side entrance of the venue and saw a skinny blonde with big boobs and too much make up on, blocking my way.

"Um, excuse me, I need to get through," I said as politely as I could.

"You're Ashley's girlfriend right?" the blonde asked putting a sarcastic emphasis on the word 'girlfriend.'

"Yeah, why?" I knew in my gut this was going to get messy really quickly.

"Well, I'd just thought I'd warn you that you'll be looking for a new boyfriend at the end of the night, because Ashley is going to drop you for me." Her nasaly high-pitched voice was beginning to get on my nerves.

"Really? And why would that be?" I asked, a bit amused by the situation.

"Because you're fat, worthless, ugly, and pathetic," she spat.

That word kept on ringing in my ears. The only person who ever called me those words was my dad. I ran back to the bus, feeling that familiar feeling growing. The flashbacks.

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"You're a pathetic little bitch, you know that?" my dad asked while kicking my sides.

"S-stop, p-please d-dad," I whimpered.

"Not until you've learned your lesson," he said, kicking my sides again and again...and again.

"I've learned it! Just stop!" I cried.

"You filthy slut! Did you just lie to me?" he asked, grabbing my tear-streaked face and holding it up to his.

"N-no," I replied.

"Liar!" he shouted at me as his large hand made contact with my cheek. He tore my shirt and jeans off my body and stripped me of my underwear. I kicked and screamed, but he didn't stop. The feeling of his skin on mine, his lips on mine, made me feel like worms were moving in my stomach. It was wrong. So wrong.

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The flashback ended and I wound up on the ground naked. I sighed. Every single time it's the same flashback. I pulled my clothes back on and went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. I looked in the mirror and admittedly, I looked and felt terrible.

"It would be so much easier if you just ended it. No more pain of the flashbacks or your miserable life. You wouldn't have to deal with how worthless you are. Kill yourself," the demonic voice sneered.

"Go away. You're just in my head. You aren't real," I told it, grinding my teeth.

"I may not seem real, but I am. Just as real as your fears and insecurities. I know everything about you. I know you desperately want to kill yourself," it said.

It was true, I did want to kill myself, but I couldn't. Melanie needed me.

"Melanie doesn't need you. She's been doing fine without you. While you were busy clinging onto Ashley, she was recovering from her eating disorder. What have you done? You're worthless. No one will miss you. End it."

I was in tears. Everything the voice was saying was true. I was worthless. Melanie doesn't need me. I was just fooling myself.

I dug around the crap in the bathroom, looking for my razor, and I finally found it next to the trash. I placed it on my skin and dragged it across my flesh, each cut getting deeper and deeper. I cut one last time, making sure to hit a vein, and I screamed.

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Normal P.O.V.

I was sleeping soundly when I heard a loud scream from the bathroom. I jumped out of the bed and saw a pool of blood forming by the bathroom door. I looked inside and saw Skylar laying on the floor.

"Sky! Hold on! Please!" I panicked as I pulled out my phone and called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" a female voice asked.

"My friend cut a vein. We're in a tour bus outside 'The Starstriker' concert venue," I spewed out.

"An ambulance is on the way," she responded.

"Thank you," I said and hung up.

"Mel, I-I'm sorry," Skylar croaked.

"It's okay, just hold on okay?"

"Tell Ashley I love him, a-and to find someone else to give h-his heart t-to when i-it's time," she said, her voice gradually losing volume.

"You'll be able to tell him yourself. I won't let you die," I cried.

"Sing to me?" Skylar whispered.

"Okay," I cleared her throat.

"I never meant to be the one
Who kept you from the dark
But now I know my wounds are sewn
Because of who you are
I will take this burden on
And become the holy one
But remember I am human
And I'm bound to sing this song

So hear my voice remind you not to bleed
I am here,
Saviour will be there
When you are feeling alone, oh
A saviour for all that you do
So you live freely without their harm."

"Thank you. I love you Mel...."

Skylar's eyes closed and her breathing ceased.

"Skylar! Wake up! Sky!" I screamed with tears flowing from my eyes. I shook her, but she wouldn't wake up. My best friend was gone. The one person who knew all of my secrets and still stood by me, was gone and she wasn't coming back.

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