You Are Not Alone ~ Andy Biersack Love Story

I hadn't moved for hours. I laid in bed in the exact same spot all day long. I just held a picture of Callista and I in my hands. We had gone to a carnival together that day in the picture. Kyle threw up after going on the tea cups and we spun too fast. All of my hair was dark red that time. We were posing, back to back, hands up and fingers out like we were Charlie's angels. Our lips in the "duck lip" position. God, memories. Why did you have to go, Callista. I had a choice, you didn't I held that position for another 15 minutes, that was until Andy came in and sat on the bed next to me, holding a peanut butter and nutella sandwich. My favorite, and Callista's too. He handed it to me and I set the picture down and took a small bite. I hadn't realized I had been crying, because Andy just wiped tears away from my pale cheeks.

"Grace, babe. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as he put his arm around me and held me close. I let more tears out as I laid my head on his shoulder. I shook my head and took another bite of the sandwich he had made me. "Grace, it's been two days since when you told me what happened. You need to talk about it." He said holding me closer.

"Andy, she is gone. That is all that needs to be said." I mumbled. I was torn inside. My heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest, stepped on, then sewn back to my ribcage.

"The funeral is tomorrow. Kyle called and let me know." He replied back to me rubbing my arm slowly.

"I know. " I simply said as he cuddled me after I finished my sandwich and we both fell fast asleep.

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"Grace." I felt someone whisper along my neck. "Grace. It's time to get up." Andy spoke softly as he crawled out of my bed in only his briefs. I rolled over and looked at him, my eyes full of sorrow. He looked at me as he ran his hands through his messy black hair. "Grace, are you okay?" He asked looking at me with sad eyes as well.

I shook my head on the pillow and began to cry. He quickly swooped me up in his arms and held me close. "Shhhhhh. It's going to be okay, Grace. I promise." He whispered into my ear before kissing me gently. I wiped my tears away and a few minutes later, we were both getting ready. I got out of the shower before Andy did and got dressed into the outfit I had picked. It was Callista's favorite dress I had. I then pulled on my shoes and put on some jewelry and headed to the bathroom to do my hair and make up. I did my smoky eye makeup more dramatic, and my hair was up in a fancy ponytail, but it still had it's waviness in it. I had a few strands of curled, purpled hair hanging down the side of my face, but it looked good. I put on dark red lipstick and walked out grabbing a large box as well as my black purse. I walked out to see Andy waiting. He had his shorter, black hair nicely done, I could tell he had a tincy bit of eyeliner on, but it didn't bug me. He looked good in it. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans, his black combat boots, and a black v neck with a fancy dress coat over it. I looked at him as we walked out to my truck, he would drive today. I hopped into the passenger seat and he drove us to the graveyard. As we pulled in, he parked in a parking spot, and then opened my door and helped me out. My purse was slung over my shoulder, as I carried the larger box in my arms. It wasn't that big, maybe a foot and a half wide, and a foot and a half tall. I walked with Andy as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we walked to see only a few people. Callista's parents and brother, and Kyle. That was it. I walked over to Kyle and handed the box to Andy and hugged my friend. "I am so sorry about a few nights ago." I whispered, trying not to cry.

"I understand, Gracie. It's fine." He said letting me go. I took the box out of Andy's hands and let Andy wrap his arm around me once more. The priest then showed up, and so did the pallbearers, carrying Callista's coffin. They set it down, and opened it. I saw Callista, and she was dressed all fancy, in a dress.

I walked over as the priest finished his prayers and looked at her. "Goddamit, Callista. You weren't supposed to leave. I wish you were here right now. Kyle needs you. Your family needs you, hell I need you. If you are listening to me right now, somewhere, as an angel, or even a ghost. I want you to know that you were my sister. The sister I wanted, the sister that was there for me whenever I needed her. You were my other half. It was Callista and Grace against the world. Nothing could stop us, but now you are gone." I trailed off as everyone stood, either crying or consoling one another. I looked at her face. "They put you in a dress. I know you hate those, so that's why I brought you these." I said setting the box down. I opened it up and numerous stuff was inside. I pulled out her favorite skinny jeans she left at my house awhile back, but I never gave them back. "Here, I know you love these to death." I said setting them under her head. Then I pulled out Wretched and Divine, the full album. I set it under her crossed hands. "Listen to that. My boyfriend and his band kicks ass." I smiled quickly wiping tears away, then I pulled out a black rose. "I know you hate red roses, so I painted it black, just for you." I said and set it under her hands as well. I then set in the last thing.

Her cellphone.

"You call me, I don't care if you are dead, you call me whenever you want to. I don't care if you are fighting off Jesus's stuck up angels, or they are making you drink the communion wine up there in heaven, you call me if you need back up. Got it. I am on speed dial. Just press one and call." I said smiling as I picked up the box and backed off slowly into Andy's arms.

I cried harder as they closed the casket and lowered her into the ground after Kyle said his good bye. I watched her disappear, forever.

Notes

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