ANDY'S P.O.V.

I scream as the bus is sent flying.

I look at Jake in the passenger seat. His face is plastered with fear and terror.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God" he repeats to himself. I look across to my other bandmates. Jinxx has a gash across his face which is spewing red liquid. Sandra is cradling her arm and is unsuccessfully holding back the tears, which have leaked out from under her sunglasses. Ashley looks dazed and has blood pouring out from his shoulder, spilling over his bare chest.

I climb up onto the seat and look at my sister and CC, who has the most impact of the collision.

They are both passed out and it doesn’t look like either of them are breathing.

I tumble out of the bus and storm over to the truck rammed up against my bus and yank the door open.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?! YOU HAVE PRETTY MUCH KILLED MY SISTER AND HER BOYFRIEND AND MY FUCKING BANDMATES ARE ALL INJURED AS WELL! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!"

He doesn’t say anything

"ANSWER ME!"

Again, he says nothing. I run my hands through my hair and start to hyperventilate.

"Shit, shit, shit" I whisper "Shit, shit, shit"

I hear the bus door opening and Ash tumbles out onto the gravel.

"ASHLEY!" I bark.

He snaps to attention "Yes!" he says.

"Call 911. NOW! Ask for the cops and an ambo!"

He takes out his phone and does what I ordered him to do.

-

The ambulance arrives five minutes later, armed with stretchers, medicine and bandages.

They fish out glass and clean the cuts of Ashley, Jake, Jinxx, Sandra and myself.
They fuss needlessly over Viv and CC

"JUST HURRY UP AND TREAT THEM!" I scream like a madman, through the tears.

The paramedic looks at me and blinks once or twice.

"Calm down, we need to assess the situation first!" he says

"WHATS TO BE ASSESSED?!" I cry. "That truckie ran right us the ass of my bus! And they got the most impact!" I say, pointing at them.

They don’t even so much as look at me, they just continue prodding and poking, nodding and shaking their heads.

I stand there defeated.

Not knowing what to do.

The only thing I can see around me is tragedy, crying people and unconscious people.

Our war paint is all messed up, now it would look like miscellaneous shapes, not sharp patterns on out skin.

Sandra cries out as a paramedic plucks and extra-large piece of jagged glass from her already blood soaked arm.

Jake sits next to the car, curled up in a ball and crying.

The long lines of his war paint are now even longer from the tears. Jinxx sits next to him, comforting him, but he looks as shaken up as Jake is.

Ashley is lying on the road, being assessed; people are wrapping him up in bandages, covering his cuts.

I look over at CC and my sister. And I realise that their hands are clasped tightly together, holding on to each other for dear life, as they would have been at the time of the accident.

The paramedics are trying to break them apart.

"What are you going?" I ask quietly, my voice not even a whisper.

A brunette lady turns around and stares at me.

"If they die, they should die how they are, not apart. But holding hands"

I now look up; I can feel the tears dripping off me, falling on to my tattered, blood-sodden clothes. I don’t care if I look like a wreck. I only care about the welfare of my sister and her boyfriend.

"Do what you want to them, just don’t break them apart. Please" I beg.

The brunette puts her hand over her heart

" I promise"

I walk up to my sister and brush the hair out of her face

"I love you, Sister Biersack" I say to her. I don’t care if she can’t hear it, I only care that I tell her. She has to know

-

The ambo screams off into the night, sirens blaring and waking everyone up in the middle of the night.

Then the cops arrive at the scene. They take notes, add clues to plastic bags and talk quietly to the truckie; they also request that I come to the station tomorrow, as well as the truckie.

When they leave, two tow trucks trundle along and take the remains of both vehicles and take them off into the night.

-

I scream and sink to the ground. Sobbing uncontrollably.

Jake comes over and comforts me, then, they all limp over, Group hugging me.

Then I fling my head back and scream into the night.

Then I start singing something that I hadn’t ever written or thought about:

"A saviour will be there / when you are feeling alone"

I scream ‘GOD PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!’

Notes

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~ e.t.