Devil Choir tour. (sequel to Unbroken)

I felt myself falling through blackness and landing on a soft surface. I gasped as I shot up in the bed I was occupying. Wait...why was I in a bed?
I looked around the room and noticed a setting far too familiar to me. I was in a hospital.
"No, no, no, no, NO!" I cried as I burried my face in my hands.
I heard someone run into the room and I looked up. Of course, it was Andy.
He looked like he hadn't had an ounce of sleep. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Why aren't I dead?! Why am I alive?! I don't want to be here! I want to be gone! I don't wan't to exist anymore!" I yelled at Andy, tears falling freely from my face.
He rushed to my bedside and engulfed me in a hug. He patted my hair and made shushing noises in my ear.
I pushed him away, not wanting him to be near me. I couldn't take it.
"Why'd you do it, Kit?" Andy asked me quietly as he sat down in the chair next to my bed.
"Does it matter?" I responded coldly.
"Kit, you tried to take your life. Of course it matters. Quinn and I found you in the bathroom in a pool of your own blood. She was a wreck and so was I! I need to know what could have possibly made you do it," Andy said, taking hold of my hands.
"Things are better without me here. I'm just a burden on you, Quinn, and everyone else that has ever been near me. I don't have anything keeping me here."
"S-so Quinn and I weren't enough to make you stay?"
"No."
Andy and I sat there in complete silence for what seemed like hours until he got up from his seat.
"I'm going to call the guys and Quinn to tell them you're okay. I'll be back in a minute," he said as he exited the room.
Once he was out of sight, I got up from my bed and searched the room for anything that I could use to cut deep enough to end it all. I found a razor in the bathroom and smiled to myself. I wasn't going to fail this time.
I took the razor in my hand and was just about drive it into my flesh when Andy snatched it away from me.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" he shouted at me.
"None of your fucking business!" I screamed.
Andy held my face firmly in my hands and looked me in the eyes.
"You can't kill yourself. Quinn needs you here. I need you here. I love you, Kit. And loving someone means not letting them hurt themselves. It means being there for them when they need it most. Do you love me enough to stay on this earth?"
"I-I love you Andy, but it's too hard. I can't-"
"Don't tell me you can't. I know you can. You've made it twenty-three years, don't throw all of that away just because things are hard."
I choked out a sob and collapsed into his arms. He picked me up and carried me to my hospital bed. I slid over a bit so he would have enough room to lie down with me.
"Kit, I love you so much. I can't bear seeing you in pain. Every tear you shed feels like a knife stabbing me in the gut. I made you a promise that I wouldn't leave you, and I won't. You have to trust me on that. But the self-harming has to stop. I get that it's hard, but you need to be strong for me, because one day I'll be the one who needs someone there for me."
"I'm sorry, Andy. I thought after the razor-blade incident you would hate me. Then Quinn was doing so well with my band....I had everything planned out in my head, you know? I was going to die and Quinn would take my place in the band because she's a better singer than I am. She would be able to marry Ashley without my interferance and she would be happy. I wouldn't be depressed around her all of the time, because I knew that she hated to see me sad. I imagined that you would get over my death soon enough and you would meet a girl who could give you everything that you wanted that I couldn't give."
"Can I say some flaws that I've noticed in your plan?" Andy asked.
I stayed silent.
"First off, you already said that Quinn hated to see you depressed. Well, how do you think she would feel when her sister was so depressed that she killed herself? The guilt of that would eat her up inside until she decided to do something incredibly stupid. Secondly, your band would be to distraught over your death to continue with it. I've noticed how you act with them, it's as if they are your brothers. And as much as I think Quinn has an amazing voice, I love your's more. Thirdly, if you died I would be a total mess. I barely held myself together last night around Quinn. Also, I wouldn't be able to look at another girl without feeling guilty about it. I've been around- more times than I would like to admit- and no one compares to you. It doesn't matter what I need, because you are what I want."
He had a point. My logic was flawed because I was to selfish to even consider the consiquences of my actions. I could've driven Quinn back into her old habits, which was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do.
I felt Andy's pocket vibrate and he reached into it to retrieve his phone.
"Quinn and the guys texted me saying they will be over soon. There's a performance tonight and they wanted to make sure we got there. Do you think you'll be okay to go to the concert?"
I nodded my head and got up from the bed to go get changed into my clothes.
"Um..." Andy said.
"What?" I asked, turning my head slightly.
"You're night-gown...it's kind of exposing your..."
I blushed a bright red and covered my butt with my hands. God, was that embarrassing.
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Notes

Okay, so note to you guys. The reason I felt that I should go into the mindset of what Kit is doing as far as her thoughts of suicide go, is because I've been struggling lately. I've had issues with suicidal thoughts my entire life and I almost did it once. I want you all to know that suicide is NOT the answer, and if you ever need to talk to anyone, I'm here for you.
~~~BVBfan1996