My Legacy

Christina's POV: I was at my older brother's concert, with my very best friend in the whole wide fucked up world, Emily. She and I have been friends since we were in diapers, and have been through so much, that sometimes my parents think we're a lesbian couple rather than just best friends.
I was watching my brother beat on his drum kit during his solo from the front row. Christian has always been my inspiration when it came to following your heart and just being you. He has always been there for me, even when it came to things I couldn't talk to Emily or my parents about, and seeing him do his thing and watching the crowd go crazy over it, really made me feel more than proud of my big bro.
You may know him better as CC from Black Veil Brides, but to me, he'll always be Christian. Kind of like I'll always be Christina to him, even though I usually go by the nickname I got in Junior High, which happens to be Blackfire, because I usually dressed like her from Teen Titans during that time. (Only 90's kids. :P)
Anyway, moving on. After Christian finishes his drum solo, the rest of the guys join him on stage again to finish up the show, and once it's over, Emily and I head back to the guys dressing room to hang out for a few, before they have to leave for the next city.
When we enter the room, and my brother see's us, he makes a beeline for us and pulls us into a sweaty hug.
"How are my two favorite sisters doing?!" he asked loudly.
"We'd be better if you weren't sweating all over us!" Emily's high-pitched pixie voice cuts me off from what I was about to say, and my brother releases us. Ugh...I was wearing a nice white shirt too...
"Christian! I'm going to kill you! This is my favorite shirt!" I growl at my brother, looking down at my shirt, which now has black smudges all down the front of it, and has sadly becomes see-through.
"Sorry," he chuckles as the rest of the guys come up and hug Emily and me, "I'll take you out to dinner before we leave."
"I'm holding you to that. Plus, gives me the chance to show you my new car," I tell him, thinking about my new Jaguar XKR-S sitting out back by their bus.
"Alright. Well just give us five to get changed and we'll meet you by the bus," he says, and Emily and I agree, then head out.
Once at my car, Emily and I lean against it and have a smoke, knowing it only takes us five minutes to smoke, so it's our way of timing the guys. Sure enough though, as we go to flick the end of our cigarettes, the guys pile out of the back door and come up to us.
"So, where's your new car parked?" Christian asked, as he walks up with the guys behind him.
"Right here," I say, gesturing to my sweet ride.
"No way. I love it!" he shouts, "I taught you well."
I roll my brown eyes at him, then say, "Sure, now where are we going? I'm starving."
"Alright, alright! Who else is in the mood for Denny's?" Christian asked, and everyone's hand shot up. So, they hop in the bus, and Emily and I get in my baby. I lead the way to the restaurant, but as I'm driving through a green light, a car plows into us and my world goes black...
CC's POV: I was hanging out with the guys in the tour bus, as we made our way to Denny's when I witnessed something no brother should ever have to see. My sister's car got smashed by someone running a red light. I stand there in shock for a moment, until the asshole who hit my sister backs up and speeds off.
I kick into full gear then, getting the guys license plate number and calling 911. I scream into the phone about what had happened as I race to my sister's car, or what's left of it. There's no way she and Em survived that. If they are alive, there's no way they aren't hurt.
The guys follow me to the car, and Ash and Andy rip open the passenger side door, where Em falls into Jinxx's arms. She's bleeding pretty bad from a head wound and is knocked out cold. Jinxx passes Em to Jake, who gently lowers her onto the grass not too far away, and stays with her.
I try to reach my sister through the passenger's side, but she's not moving and I instantly fear the worst. I check her pulse and release my held breath as I feel the steady rhythm of my little sister's heart pump and return blood through her pulse.
"Christina. Christina, honey. Wake up," I beg, and a few minutes pass before her brown eyes meet my own.
"Christian?" she asked in a choked voice.
"I'm here, little sis," I say, brushing her black hair from her face, "I'm here. Are you hurt?"
"My head," she whispers in a clearer voice this time, "And I can't feel my legs."
"Alright. Hang on, we're going to get you out of here," I tell her, then ask for one of the guys to get me a crowbar.

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