Drugs Were Made for Addicts Like Me

I'm a train they call the city of New Orleans, and I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

My favorite song in the world. I love Johnny Cash, his voice is usually the only thing in the world that calms me down and, particularly this song, puts a feeling of being content in me, whether I'm raging mad, consumed with devils of sorrow, or any other emotion.
I'd talked him out of going home. He knew it wasn't a good idea to cancel his shows, and I had my own music career and shows to play of course Im a musician. With a name like Biersack, everyone expects it.
I got my pipe back. I needed it. Stupid, he put it in his luggage and so of course I grabbed it when he wasn't looking. I left the aqua, I could get plenty more of that. At this moment I was backstage, waiting to go on stage and sing my heart out and put on a show. I was dressed in stage clothes, had my hair fixed, and burned through a couple of books of matches while I was waiting. They called me a fire bug. I wasn't supposed to have access to matches or fireworks or lighters or anything like that.
I have a fascination with fire that I can't describe. I had set fire to a lot of things before. Fire, big and small, is the most magical thing I've ever seen. It's graceful yet at the same time raging, it's absolutely gorgeous and mysterious but at one touch it will melt your skin. Daddy doesn't know but I always carried books of matches with me. I could get them out around Juliet, she wouldn't rat on me. She may irritate me sometimes with her eagerness to "connect" with me, but she's a good hearted woman. She'd be fun to be around if I wasn't myself. I struck my last match, watching the blaze of Heavenly sunset and the anger of Hell dance together in one last waltz. As it slowly went out I saw the aftermath as gray, newborn smoke and ash emitted from the wooden stick.

I heard my name being shouted and stood up, walking down the hallway to the stage. I picked up my one piece mic, it was made of chains and had a black veil brides and automatic love letter scarf tied around it. I picked it up at the center as I looked out to the sea of bodies screaming at me. the guitars started and I took over on autopilot. Adrenaline rushing through me as I sang my brains out and jumped around and acted as a true heavy metal hellion.

Cut from wire, blind of light from another breed
Realize wrong from right
Turning raw inside of me.
Having visions in the sight, like cutting razor wire.
We live on through the night...
night of eternal fire.
And i I never stopped to notice the fire in your hands.
A burning so consuming, but now I understand.
And now I've fallen, like Icarus to land
Too late to kill the flame that I fanned.

I sang until my head was pounding and my body was sweating and I was worn out to the bone, I was just like my dad.

Notes

Thank you guys so far for reading! Whoever comments with feedback will be on the shoutout list for the next chapter!

i also posted Ankhah's stage clothes on Polyvore, they're under the title Stage - AnkB on the account BurningOn :)

Check out my other stories Sanctuary and another one under construction called The Fire in Your Hands, which I'll be alternating between that story and this one, both darker Andy stories.

have a safe nightfall everyone!