Never Give In

A guy wearing mostly black attire and boots comes to sit beside me, but through my tear-filled eyes, I can’t make out the rest of his features. The blade drops to the cement steps and I know he looks at it. Feeling that it’s useless to try to hide the blood, I take my hand off of my forearm to wipe away my tears in my eyes. He holds a ripped up shirt out to me, and I look up at him, questioning what it was for.
As I meet his blue eyes I feel my jaw drop slightly. I have to be dreaming.
“Andy… Biersack?” I ask, questioning my eyesight.
“I am.” He answers with a worried look on his face, taking the shirt in his hand and pressing it to my wrist gently.
“Please come inside, you’re soaking wet and…” Andy practically begs me, glancing at my bleeding wrist.
“I- your shirt… it’s raining and cold, and now I stained your shirt…” I ramble off, noticing that Andy handed me the shirt he was wearing. I slowly take my arm away from his blood-stained shirt, embarrassed that he is seeing me in such a sad, pathetic state.
“Please… You don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to, just please come inside and dry off and we can get you bandaged up.” Andy pleads, “Don’t worry about the shirt, it doesn’t matter.” He says softly.
I blush and look down. My first time seeing Andy Biersack in person and he’s looking at me like a bomb that’s a tick away from exploding.
“I… You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine.” I promise, grabbing my bracelets and putting them on one by one.
I stand up and Andy does too, pulling me into a hug. I stand there awkwardly, in a daze because Andy Biersack is hugging me, until he picks me up bridal style. He presses me to his bare chest, looking at me with a sorrowful look in his eyes.
“What…” I mutter in confusion.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t take no for an answer from you.” He explains, walking up the stairs and opening the door.
I try to focus on what’s happening as he takes me into some sort of room where I can hear Jinxx, Ashley, Jake, and C.C. all talking in a calamity. Andy sets me down on a sofa and I hear him shout for help as I start to drift off.
*Andy’s POV*
“Hey, you can’t smoke in here.” I hear a voice from behind me say. Some guy walks up to me, looking at the cigarette in my mouth.
“I won’t say anything if you don’t.” I reply.
“It’s my job to say something.” He responds.
“Damn it.” I mutter, heading for the door.
As I walk through the door I hear some crying and stand there stunned as I look at a bloody mess of a girl sitting there.
“I’m done with this.” She whimpers.
We make some small talk as I beg her to come inside, but all I can think about is how groggy she looks as the blood continues to drip down her arm. I take off my shirt and hand it to her to stop the bleeding, and she looks at me so sorrowful. The amount of blood leaking from her arm only increases as time goes by, so I take initiative and dab it gently, afraid of hurting her. I stand up as she does, and she practically falls into my arms. I catch her and pick her up bridal style, worried she is going to lose consciousness. I hear her question what I’m doing, and I look at her, understanding she must not want the whole band to know about this, because she seems to be able to recognize who I am.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t take no for an answer from you.” I tell her, holding her tightly and walking inside.
I get people with questioning glances as I bring her to the bands’ changing room, hearing the rest of the band question what was happening. I set her down on the couch and call for help as she drifts off.

Notes

I'm SO SO SO sorry about how long its taken for the chapter ;-; My family went on a vacation for a few weeks where I was unable to access the internet. I am going to be updating more often, hopefully I can get another chapter in tonight. Please don't lose faith in me!