Love Like War (Andy Biersack Love Story)

•7 days before the suicide•

"You really love Andy huh?" Jamie asks giving me a white teeth grin.

As our tradition we sat on the roof watching the sun go down. "Yes, its not just his looks. Its his heart, he can save people just by saying to them everything is going to be okay. I mean come on Jamie, every girl wants to be saved right? By a knight in shining armour, to ride away on black horse and ride along the mountains of Narnia."

Jamie burst from laughter pulling his arm around my waist, my head resting gently on his shoulder. "You my dear sister have been watching way to many fiction and animation. But non the less fairy tales does have a happy ending, unlike this life we are living in."

Jamie had always a way with words, words that can mend my heart like music mends a battle a scar.

"When we are at the BVB concert I will make sure that Andy sees you, hell I will lift you high up on my shoulders so he can notice you."

I giggle and nuzzled my face in his black straight hair. "Promise me you will never leave." I whisper as the last ray of the sun sank down to the deepest of the Gregory's back yard.

"I promise I will never leave you, I can't promise that I won't be here. But in here I will always be with you." He grumbles placing his hand on my heart.

The times with my brother always put a smile on my face, even if I get bullied I know when I walk in that school hallway, my brother is with me, and together we can face the world.

•end of flash back•

My first hint was when he said he promised he will never be here. I missed him so much. The words vanished when I walked alone in the hallway on a rainy monday morning.

Like always I was introduced to the entire school as a filthy slut. Knowing I never been kissed before.

Like always I was introduced to the entire school as a hopeless, worthless, emo fag. Knowing I am worthless and hopeless but I was not a lesbian.

Like always I was the head case Wearing black and listening to music that actually have meaning to it gives them the right to call me 'emo' 'goth' and a satan worshiper.

Knowing me, black protects me, music helps me and I know who my God is. Not them will change it because I know where I am from, but the truth is I don't know where I am heading,cause all I see on my road is me; walking alone through peer pressure, a dead brother and a darkness pitt waiting to drown me. Who can save me when my savior is dead? Who can save me when I know I am already dead not physically but mentally.

"Listen up guys, give this to your parents and let them sign it to give the school permission for a road trip to LA!" Professor Anderson says writing on the white board.

He twirled around and nodded. "Historic week."

I love history, I always wanted to know who my great ancestors was. For me when I am in history it feels I am not in the world but in another place another time frame; where people greeted each other with curtsees and speak in high british accents. The century I was meant to be born in.

"Page fifty four, civil war acts."

Let's imagine that time.

As the last bell of the day rang, I gather my English books and walked out of class. Razor was not at school, I was happy yet scared at the same time. Zero signs of bullying hit my radar or any 'worthless case' in our school. For our 'emos' it was a pretty great day.

"Hey Matinee, wait up." Carl came up to me and smiled. Carl was Jamie's only friend here, well me and Mayem.

Carl had deep grey eyes, long brown hair and an amazing pale complexion. If you look at him you won't say he loves heavy metal and has OCD.

"How was the Black Veil Brides concert?" He asks as we walk down the road.


"Was okay. I met them, just for a few seconds, but it was okay." I say watching my feet move one step at a time.


"You mind if I stop by later, I want to come get my Suicide silence CD that Jamie borrowed but I never got it back." He whispers.

"Oh yeah sure, I think its in the library. Just text me when you are on your way okay?" He nods and went down the alley.

"Bye!" He yells.

I gave a half wave and kept my pace to the house.

Ten minutes later I reached the porch, seeing a black van in the driveway.

Nop not weird at all.

I open the door seeing my father coming down the hall with three beers in each hand. "How was school?"

"Good, no shoving me in lockers so yeah. Dad do you have company?"

"Oh uh no. You do." He chuckles marching in the living room.

I never get company. I place my back on the foyer table and eyed my self in the hallway mirror. I look okay for company.

Black loose jeans, my falling in reverse over sized shirt and my red flats. I actually looked like crap.

I shook it off and went in, dumb struck on who is sitting on our sofa.

"Hey Matty!"

"Uh, hey Ashley."

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