Change My Ways

In the ambulance, I refused to let go of Andy’s hand. The paramedic kept asking me questions as Andy’s breathing became shallow. Ashley’s ambulance was right behind ours.

“What’s his name?” the paramedic asked.

“Andrew Dennis Biersack,” I replied.

“Age?”

“23.”

“What’s your name?”

“Alexandria Katherine Biersack.”

“What’s your relationship to the patient?”

“I’m his little sister.”

“Can you describe what happened?”

“I was standing sidestage,” I said shakily. “He started talking to the crowd then got shot when he said my name. Same thing with Ashley.”

“When he said your name?”

I nodded, “I know who it was, too.” I began to cry. “I was kidnapped when I was little, and he told me that he’d kill Andy if I returned to my family.”

We arrived at the hospital, and Andy was hurried to emergency surgery. I sat with Ashley while we waited for them to be ready to take him in for his leg. His wound wasn’t as serious, so his operation wasn’t as urgent.

“I’m sorry,” I told him quietly. “This was my fault.”

“How the hell was this your fault?” he asked. “Last I saw, you weren’t holding the gun.”

“I told you that he threatened Andy if I showed up again,” I cried. “I told you he was gonna kill Andy!”

“Andy’s not dead, you understand?” he said sternly. “And he’s not gonna die. The doctors are going to fix him, and we’ll be back on the bus in no time.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and smiled, “I promise.” He probably wasn’t as bad as Tara made him out to be.

They came and took him away to fix his leg, and I was forced to the waiting room. Each hour felt like an eternity while waiting for news. Finally, a doctor came out and said, “Andrew Biersack?” I stood up and rushed over to him.

“Is he okay?” I asked quietly.

“He should be,” he replied. “He’s unconscious, he’s lost a lot of blood. His lung was punctured. If he doesn’t wake up in the next week, there isn’t much more we can do for him. You can go see him now.”

I nodded a quick ‘thank you’ and rushed off to Andy’s hospital room. When I got there, there was a nurse in the room.

“Are you his girlfriend?” she asked.

I shook my head, “No, I’m his sister.”

She gave me a sympathetic look, “I wish you the best of luck. It’s all up to him now.” She left and I sat down in the chair next to Andy’s bed.

He looked so peaceful and calm. But I knew that he was fighting to stay alive.

“Keep fighting, Andy,” I whispered, beginning to cry. “Please don’t give up.”

I decided to check my phone, which I had ignored all night. I had 48 texts and 17 missed calls, all from either CC or Tara. It vibrated in my hand with another text from CC. I hesitantly checked it. I didn’t know what I had to say to anyone.
From: CC

Alex, please answer your phone.I’m so worried about you and just need to know that you’re okay.Okay? Just talk to me, Alex

I turned my phone off and put it back in my pocket. I couldn’t talk to him, not yet. How was I supposed to tell him that Andy got shot because of me, that the shooter was the guy who kidnapped me?

I grabbed Andy’s hand and closed my eyes, humming softly to try and calm myself down. I fell asleep in a mix of tears and song.

Notes

As promised, another chapter by the end of the night! This chapter was more of a filler than anything, more plot progression happens next chapter. We're gonna be meeting someone new!