The Preacher's Daughter

My eyes flicker open and there I felt I want to throw up any second; the room was dark it was just a white light coming from the hallway through the crack door. Where am I? Oh yes the hospital.


I slowly look down seeing the red button I press it and a few a seconds later a nurse came in with a huge smile. "You are awake."


"I am. Where is my husband?"

"We will let them know." She nods and walked out.

Oh god why do I feel so weird? Something is wrong.

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Mary's Point of View.

"She is awake." I breathe shaking my head bursting from laughter. "My sister is awake."

Andy was in a spiral as we all sat in the waiting area while the doctor was examining her. "I can't wait to hold her tight in my arms." He whispers.

"Mr and Mrs. Donnaway." My folks stood up walking to the doctor I and Andy included.

"She is awake meaning she is okay?" I ask with a huge smile.

The doctor waves his arm to her room and Andy march forward to her not even waiting.

We came in seeing gracen eyeing the ceiling she looks so... Something is not right I can feel it.

"Sweetie!" My mom bellows running up to her giving her a huge hug.

"Hey sis." I mummer giving her a half wave.

she nods and return her focus on the ceiling. Everyone I included turn to the doctor.

Andy emerged from behind me with tears in his eyes, she looked to him and smile. "Hi."

"Hi." He laughs running up to her giving her a big kiss. "I thought you left me."

He let's go and sighed. "Miss.Donnaw-"

"its Biersack." Both I and Andy snaps to the young doctor.

"Right. My apologies. We are afraid something went wrong. Mrs. Biersack is suffering from bleeding in the internal organ, mainly the brain seeing it is connected to her nervous system."

"What does it mean?" My mom asks confused.

"It means I am dying." Gracen says dryly.

"You can help her right?" Andy asks with so much hope.

The doctor sighs shaking his head. "No. I am sorry."

The whole room burst from tears, me included. "How long, we can find a way." I mummer.

"We don't know. It can be any moment" It looked like Andy just got electrocuted from sadness.

Gracen just brush his hair back with a soft smile. "I love you."

"Don't say that." He grumbles. "I won't lose you."

"Shh." She pull his head down to her breast caressing his head. "Mind giving me and my husband a moment?"

Gracen' Point of View.

"You are not dying." Andy breaths shaking his head. "I can't live without you."

"Andy I am sorry I did not tell you about the baby."

"No. Please don't." He sobs rapping his arms around me. "Don't."

My lips softly touch his as his tears connected with mine. "I love you so much Andrew. Everything we have been through. We made it baby."

"Don't leave me please. Please Gracen."

"The reason I held on so long was because I wanted to look you in your eyes and say thank you for giving me a meaning to live. You are my everything. And I don't want you to be sad."

"Gracen baby please." He begs sobbing.


"The park. The wedding. The truth. The vending trucker guy. Best moments of my life. I was a preacher's daughter when I met you. Now? I am a rebel dying with a cause," I brush my hand down his cheek and sighed heavily. I can't keep my eyes open it feels if I close them I know I won't open them again. "I love you Andrew Biersack." I close my eyes and I can feel my heart beat slowly down.

Mary's Point of view.


I march into the room seeing Andy crying like a baby the monitor does not pick up her heart beat anymore. Oh no.

"No. No.no." I shook my head.

The doctor runs in checking her pulse. "Time of death 12;32am"

I walk over to my sisters body just eyeing her. "I love you."


The boys of black veil brides pulled Andy away as they pull a white sheet over my sister's body. Everyone was crying. I just stood there with no emotion. My life is falling apart. But I can't do this I have Ashton. "I love you little sister. I always have and always will. And when I go to heaven I will see you there and we will laugh we will cry we will be together. its us against the world you and me against them all." I took a heavy sigh walking out the room passing everyone.

Life has it tricky ways of dying and living; even though my sister was so young she lived her life. She married a rock star. She killed someone. She laughed. She cried. She even helped me.

I am still alive and I will be the one carrying out her legacy.

THE END.

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