Wheelchair for a Angel

[°Carson P.O.V.°]

It all was gone like that. The dark sky and the white moon was gone. Everything was a blur. I couldn't hear, see, smell, and feel. I just saw darkness. Black. Longing for someone or something to fill the emptiness and loneliness. I was just a body in the big part of darkness in this world. I was alone.


[°Andy P.O.V.°]

I rolled over in my bed thanks to my annoying phone ringing. "Andy, shut your phone off. It's late." Juliet groaned next to me. I unlocked the phone and answered the call.

"Hello?" I asked into the tiny speaker

"Hello, I'm Diane and I'm calling form the Los Angeles hospital." I pushed together my eyebrows

"Okay? And why are you calling me at this time of night?" I asked a little annoyed

"Well there is no easy why to tell you this but your daughter was in a car accident." What? What daughter? I don't have a daughter?

"I'm story but you have the wrong number. I do not have a daughter, not do I have any plans to have one soon." I said with my voice becoming angry.

"Well then I guess this will be a very big surprise. We did a blood scan and it shows that you are indeed her father. You have a daughter Mr.Biersack and she is at the Los Angeles hospital. Now I understand if you do not want to keep her. Ask you have to do is come to the hospital and sign a few papers. Then she will be put into a orphanage and be put up for adoption." Okay this girl is crazy but I guess I don't really have a choice.

"Fine I will be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone and crawled out of bed. I walked into our closet and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a ripped up PTV t-shirt. I threw on the clothing and pulled on my boots. I gave a quick kiss to Juliet and walked out of our bedroom.

To the hospital I go.

[°Carson P.O.V.°]

Suddenly a sharp pain came through my whole body. The darkness quickly disappeared from my eyes and I could see clearly. I was in a bed I have never seen before. My arms were covers in tiny little cuts and bruises.

'What happened?' I mentally asked myself. Last thing I saw was a pair of headlights going straight into our car and then nothing. 'Oh no. She's dead. My mom's dead.' So there really is a thing called pain. I need to think. I attempted to get out of the bed but my legs wouldn't move. A woman walked in through the door and stopped when she saw that I was awake. She was wearing nursing scrubs, that means I'm in a hospital. "Honey, please don't try to get out of bed. You'll end up face first into the floor." She told me calmly.

Tears sprang up in my eyes and my hands started to shake. I lost everything to a 5 second car collision. "Don't cry Carson. Someone is here to see you." She replied sweetly and opened the door farther.

There he was. Place skin, jet black hair, a pair of eyes that are identical to mine. His tattooed arms were by his side and his hands hidden but the pockets of his jeans. I instantly knew who he was and he instantly knew who I was.

He is Andy Biersack.... and my father.

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