The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

Listen to Anyone, Anywhere ny Anathema while reading.

--Andy's POV--

A sudden pounding in the temples of my head woke me from my sleep. I felt sick. What did I do last night? I made a small 'agh' noise as I sat up, rubbing my head. Had I slept on the couch? I looked over at the clock. 12:00. I slept in. I looked around a little more and cursed myself as I noticed the broken table. I must've kicked it when I walked in last night. There was a good deal of blood on the floor as well.
Heading to the kitchen for an asprin I called the head maid to tell her not to send anyone in today. The house was fine, and it's not like I needed anything anyways. I was still a little woozy, but most of the effects had worn off. Now I was just tired.

I sat at the counter, the heartbeat in my nead subsiding slightly. I figured I should go upstairs and at least take a shower or something.

--Baylie's POV--

Am I dead?

I can see something. My vision is coming to me.

Where am I? I looked down at my hands and feet. They had a certain glow to them, like someone had feathered their edges.

It's all white. Everything is white, and it goes on forever.

I looked around me. I don't feel anything. I'm dead. I must be dead. This is where the dead people go, I guess.

"Baylie," A very familiar voice said. I looked around me instinctively, trying to place a face. "Baylie, I'm here." I felt myself tremble slightly.

"M-Mom?" I asked quietly. My breathing increased. "Mom, where are you?! Please! Mom!" I said. As I frantically spun around, I felt as I bumped into someone.

My mother.

But it was different. She was beautiful. Every fiber of her sandy blonde hair fell against her shoulders in perfect, wavy strands. Her skin was glowing and all her wrinkles were gone. Her eyes were bright, the dark purple bags under them gone.

"Mom.." I whispered, tears filling my eyes. I went to hug her, but found I stumbled forward.
I passed through her, like she was just...air.

"Baylie, I want you to wake up." She said. I turned around to face her again, tears dancing in my eyes and jumping onto my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, mom..." I whispered. "I'm so sorry." She smiled, looking down at me like a father upon seeing his daughter the first time.

"I'm with dad now." She said. "I'm okay. I'm not in pain anymore."

I released a slight whimper as I let a sob escape me. "Am I dead?" I asked. "No." She replied. "Your between life and death. In no man's land. And I want you to wake up."

I couldn't get over how beautiful she looked. I wanted to be like that. I wanted to be with her, and dad.
"Mom, please, what's going on?! I want to be with you!" I said, my voice cracking as I tried to hug her. She was just air. An illusion. "Baylie, this man you've found..." She said, a smile on her face the entire time. "I want you to be with him. Help him. I've seen him,inside of him. He needs you. He will protect you." She said.

Panic and anxiety rushed through me. "I can't stay there mom! I'm sorry, please I have to talk to you more!" I shouted desperately. "Baylie," she began. "You're fading. Wake up."

Fading?

"Mom, I don't understand! Help me!" I screamed. I looked down at myself. I was dissapearing. "Mom!" I screamed. "Help me! I don't want to leave you!"

"I love you."

--Andy's POV--

"Baylie!" I shouted, dragging her into the running water of the bath. What happened?! "Baylie!" I sat behind her in the bathtub, not caring about her or my clothes getting wet. "Wake up!" I shotued so loud my voice cracked and turned gruff.

--Baylie's POV--

"Baylie!" Another voice shouted, deafeningly loud. I knew that voice. Andy.

"Mom, please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I shouted, watching in panic as my legs dissapeared.

The room slowly began to fade, and another picture slid into view. I was in a bathtub. My legs were stretched out, but someone else's legs were on either sides of me.

"Baylie!" Andy's voice screamed again. "Wake up!"

Then the pain set in. A squeezing sensation around my neck that made it hard to breathe, and a sting all over my skin. Not to mention the sore heartbeats all over my legs and in my stomach. I coughed violently, feeling like I was going to vomit. Andy's arms were wrapped around my waist. My breathing was fast and heavy.

Everything was overwhelming. I leaned forward, beginning to hyperventilate. I felt as Andy laid his head on my shoulder, and his body was racked with sobs that beat almost in rythm with mine. "Baylie..." He whispered in a short sob. "Baylie..."

Notes

Tada! The chapter ya'll have been waiting for. This scene is slightly based off Season 1 of American Horror Story in the episode, "Piggy Piggy" in which Violet commits suicide and Tate tries to save her. Leave thoughts in the comments and also I'm super happy because this story just got 100 votes!