Love Like War (Andy Biersack Love Story)

I came home with a smile on my face and heartache.

"How was warped tour you saw BVB?" My mum asks with a weak smile as I enter the house.

"Yeah. Was Good." I replied crashing next to her and my father.

"And the school trip?"

I chuckle shaking my head. "I uh blacked out most of the ride to and fro." I admitted.

"I am glad you enjoyed it angel." My mom says kissing me on the tip of my nose.

"I made pasta."

"That's great, I just need a shower real quick."

They nod and went on watching Jamie's favorite show. Supernatural.

I strip down bare welcoming the luke warm water in my face. My scars aching, still bleeding.

All time low dear Maria count me in blasted from the sink. Knowing who that is.

I grab it quickly answering it. "Hi Andy."

"Hi, you home safe?"

"Yes, just in the shower can I call you later?"

"I was wondering what was the sound." He chuckles.

"Yep." I slammed the phone shut and return to the stream of water.

I look to my arms seeing all the scars. God I cut it deep this time.

•two days before the suicide.•

"Ouch Jamie its stingy." I groan as he patch up my arm.

"Stupid enough to do this, yeah it should." He growls, eyes on my arm and not in my eyes.

"Is this the way you wanna die? In a pool of blood? I thought you want to go out in a bang like someone shooting you."

I chuckle shaking my head. "I just needed to feel pain Jamie, you do it to why judge me on what I do with my body?"

He shot up his head confused. "Judge you? No I am not judging you. And I did do it past tense. I promised you I won't cut, and so did you."

I flush. "I am sorry."

"Yeah you better be," He snaps. "You better cover this up when we go the concert, what if Andy sees these scars huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "He is not even going to notice my scars, led alone me."

"Don't fucking say that. You are beautiful, damage but beautiful." He whispers rapping the band aid tight around my arm.

"What sort of brother and sister are we, aren't we suppose to hate each other?"

He scoffs and burst from laughter. "Do you see me with a damn football jacket on a cheerleader on my arm? I am not fake nor plastic nor made in China. And neither are you. We are better then them. We will show them. That's why our sibling bond is so strong. We will never hate each other. Well I will hate you when you die before me."

"And I will hate you when you die before me." I say with a grin.

"Nah, when we are 60 and old sitting on the porch. Me with Mayem and you with Andy we will laugh at this. Together forever."

•End of flashback•

So much for Andy seeing my scars Jamie. He saw it.

I climbed out and pulled on Jamie's boxers and a shirt of his.


I grab my phone and dial Andy's number.

He answered on the first ring.

"You okay?"

"Hi. Uh yes."

"After warped tour I am off two weeks, you wanna come to LA and stay with us for that two weeks?"

What? "I am not sure my mum and dad will let me."

"I can ask them." He whispers.

If they say yes, I am not sure if I want to go. "Okay, I will talk to them and let you know."

"When can I have a answer?"

"Andy why do you want me to come to you, you afraid I will kill myself?"

Quiet swept the phone call. "Andy answer me."

"Yes."

Oh wow. He thinks I am weak.

Of course I am weak.

"I won't kill myself." I spat out.

"I have to go. Just ask your parents if you don't give me an answer by the end of next week I will do it myself, and trust me if I do I will make you stay longer than just two weeks. Bye."


He hanged up.

What the fuck was that? Is he kidding?


I slammed the phone shut placing it next to the letter my brother wrote.

My tips on my fingers brushed against it, want to read it but i can't.

No. I seize the letter and walked to the balcony.

I climbed up the drain pipe and sat on the roof where I and my brother always came when we were sad or just plain happy.

I close my eyes and ripped open the envelope.

Here I go.


To be continued......

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