Angels and Saviors and Whatnot

"Where the hell is David? Get him to the lockers! Where's the notebook?! People, we need to get this moving! Andy! Sandra! To your places! And WHERE is Chris?!"

Today was music video day. Black Veil Brides would be recording a video for the song Knives and Pens Andy had produced a couple days ago. As soon as he was done writing the lyrics, it was a rush to the studio to get it reorded and Jon decided to make a music video.
Andy and Sandra were asked to make this music video, and the director had a guitarist he wanted to use. That gave Ashley, Jake, and Jinxx the day off. Chris was the guitarist and he was nowhere to be seen. The 'David' the director was screaming about was a 16-year-old boy who would be representing Andy in the video. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was clad in all black, black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black converse. He had a white bandanna around his neck and a green notebook in his hands with the word Hero scketched on the front. Andy's notebook. Andy and Sandra, on the other hand, were clad in all white, Sandy even had a pair of white sunglasses on.

Poor David was being shoved by some producers towards a set of minty green lockers, notebook tightly grasped in one hand. He looked confused, and, honestly, I would be too if some dudes were pushing me towards a set of lockers. Down the row, I saw one locker with pieces of paper taped to it. They said horrible things, like "Fag," and "Only faggots wear makeup," and "Kill yourself." That, was David's locker.

In the music video, David is a kid like Andy and I. He likes rock and roll, and he dresses in dark clothing. He gets pushed around in school, like Andy did back in Ohio and like I have for the past 3 years. Kids tease him, and push him around, and belittle him, making him feel like shit. He uses the notebook as an escape, he writes his feelings down.

Andy described the term Knives and Pens to me last night. Knives, meaning self destructive and self harm, like I used to do, and pens, writing or drawing your feelings, instead of harming yourself to get your emotions out. Instead of using knives, use pens.

Chris finally showed up, cigarettes and guitar in hand, and he made his way over to me.

"Well, hello there Princess, what are you doing here by yourself?" He smelled like smoke and Axe, but for some reason, it wasn't attractive like Andy's scent was, and my face scrunched up in disgust.

"Chris! Get over here!" The director shouted.

"To be continued," he said with a sly smile. He strutted over to the area where Andy and Sandra were standing, their final white look being altered by black necklaces. Andy had his stitches and eyeliner on while Sandra had little to no eye makeup on, not that it mattered, she was wearing sunglasses.

"Alright people! In 3...2...1!"

Heavy guitars sounded through the room and vibrated through my body. I had to stand, sitting down would cause me to WANT to stand. I smiled as Andy walked around on set, smiling evilly into the camera and wrapped the microphone cord around his palm. And then he started to lip sync to the recorded Andy.

Alone at last we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light.
STAY RIGHT HERE WE CAN CHANGE OUR PLIGHT.
STORM RIGHT THROUGH THIS DESPITE WHAT'S RIGHT.
One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah oh oh
With Knives and Pens, we made our plight.

He moved around on set with ease and confidence as David and I watched from our positions. Sandra played the drums with more confidence than I've ever seen and I was proud of the band. Kids were starting to recognize them when they went out, people were asking for autographs, kids were even posting pictures of themselves online with their homemade BVB shirts.

Lay your heart down, the end's in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right
EVERYDAY IT'S STILL THE SAME DULL KNIFE
STAB IT THROUGH AND JUSTIFY YOUR PRIDE
One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah oh oh
With Knives and Pens, we made our plight.
And I can't go on, without your love
You lost, you never held on
WE TRIED OUR BEST
TURN OUT THE LIGHT
TURN OUT THE LIGHT

A guitar solo from Chris rocketed around the room and the smile on my face widened. People were going to love this song. It would give them hope, it would give them strength. It would lift them up from the dark hole I was in myself. And it would let them know that if they were different, they wouldn't and shouldn't be judged for it.

"Cut!" The director yelled. He put down his notepad and looked at the camera man, giving him a few hand gestures. The camera man nodded and moved his camera towards David's set.

"You remember what to do David?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." He looked over to me and gave me a warm smile as the music played back. The smile was instantly wiped from his face as he started walking along the line of lockers, notebook in hand, until he got to his. He stared at the papers for a split second, and with a scream of frustration, he ripped them down. He opened the locker, grabbed a text book and slammed it shut, roughly walking away.

"Cut!"

The director walked over to David and started talking to him about what else he should do for the video. Andy took the opportunity to walk over to me, grab my hand and pull me to the set. Chris was eyeing me with a wide smirk and I nudged Andy's ribs and pointed slightly. He growled and pulled me into a rough possessive kiss right in front of Chris. I smirked and flipped him off as Andy continued to kiss me and I heard a satisfying "ugh, whatever" from Chris.

"Andy! Kiss your girlfriend on your own time! We have more work to do!" The director shouted.
He sighed and let go of me, walking back to his spot on set while I laughed and got back to my little position. The director wanted more shots of BVB while David was getting a couple minutes to himself. He spotted me and walked over to me with a smile on his face.

"Hi Alli! Andy's told me so much about you, I'm glad I finally get to see you in person!"

"Uh, hi David! I honestly don't know why, there's nothing too special about me," I said, laughing awkwardly.

"According to him, you were his main inspiration for this song, and Carolyn and The Mortician's Daughter. You lifted him up from a dark place, he told me everything about the A-N-G-E-L thing." He spelled out the word angel like nobody else around us could spell. "You saved him. You made him believe in himself."

"I...I did all that?"
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After the shoot, the director called us back two days from now, in order to put together outfit changes, special effects, and more shots with David.

"Hey babe! You were amazing!" I said as Andy came trotting off set with a wicked smile and bright eyes.

"Thank you for being here. And I talked to Chris, he knows not to touch you." He chuckled and wrapped a lanky arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. He kissed the top of my head and sighed happily. "Thank you so much Alli Cat."

"Me? What did I do?" I thought about what David said, but I wanted to here it from him.

"Thank you for believing in me, and letting me believe in myself."

I looked up and smiled at his big blue eyes and he did the same.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what's that?"

His facial expression changed from happy to sincere. "Why didn't you say you loved me back?"

Why? Hell, I was astounded that he said that to me, that he admitted that he loved me. I didn't know what to say, I didn't expect it. It hit me like a ton of solid bricks, I was speechless.

"Andy....I didn't know what to say. But I love you too. And I know that now, because a little birdy told me that I was your inspiration for your songs." I smiled up at him and he took my hand.

"Let's go to the car, yeah? It's been a long day, I need rest with my baby." He led me out the studio door and to the black car near the front of the lot.

"Allison!"

I stopped dead in my tracks at the familiar voice. Andy and I both turned slowly around to see my father. With Ashley tied up and gagged at his feet.

"You bastard, let him go." My voice came out a lot stronger and more confident than I felt.

"In exchange for you, Allison dear. If you come with me, Ashley here lives." He gave a swift kick to Ashley's ribs and laughed. "Come on, it's offer you can't refuse."

I started towards the fucker and Andy held out an arm, stopping me from advancing.

"Andy, he'll kill him if I don't go."

"What about the plan?" His eyes were wild, like the night I initially told him about the plan.

"Tick tock, tick tock, time's wasting. It's either you," he pulled out a gun, a pistol, and pointed it at Ashley's head, "or him."

Ashley squirmed around and finally got the gag out of his mouth.

"Allison don't! He'll kill you-OOF!"

Another kick in the chest and Ashley was coughing up blood. My father lunged for me, knocking Andy off his feet. He grabbed my torso and pointed the barrel of the gun to my temple, making me squeeze my eyes shut in fear.

"Again, you, or him."

"A-Andy, get Ashley. H-He deserves to live. I'll be okay, just get Ashley and go home." My eyes were still tightly shut as I heard the gun cock.

"Okay, okay. I'm going," I heard Andy say. I opened my eyes and saw Andy untying Ashley and helping him to stand. He helped the limping Ashley into the car and looked at me with sympathy.

"I'm coming back to get you Allison. You can count on it." He gave my father a determined look and climbed into the car. He started the engine and drove off, with Ashley hanging out the window, screaming "I love you Allison! We'll be back!"

"Now to deal with you, the way I dealt with your mother."

I was shoved into his red pickup and forced to sit there quietly as he tied my hands and feet. He gagged me, and blindfolded me, and then, took the gun and hit my head, causing my world to go black.

Notes

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