The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I was in the room again. The white place, the one with no end. Just white. "Mother?" I called out. There was no response. I sunk down to my knees, crying. What was there to do? Even if I lived, I'd never be the same. I felt hopeless, like I was standing in front of a solid stone wall with nowhere to go. I was confused. "Mom?" I repeated.

"I'm not your mom, but I'm here." A voice said.

I jumped in surprise and turned around. A tall, tattooed man with dusty brown hair stood there, his ink-covered arms crossed. "I'm Mitch." He said. "I was Andy's friend, little while back." I looked up at him but didn't get up from sitting on my knees. "I checked in on him a little while ago and saw...you. I'm happy he found someone like that. He was always really lonely, you know? Even surrounded by friends, he had this solemn sort of thing going for him. Then with Joan....that made it worse. He lost all his friends. Including me, but that wasn't his fault. I'm dead." I blinked, wiping away a tear that was scrolling down my neck. "After him and Joan fell apart, Andy went to shit--Oops, I mean...shoot. I watched from up here as he slowly grew a shell around himself and stopped talking to everyone. Then you came and...you don't know the power you have over him." I smiled wryly, but didn't quite understand. I had no power over Andy. If anything, I was powerless with him. "I know, I know," he continued. "Crazy. You should have seen him a couple years ago. The only reason he wasn't sent to jail was because he was a Manor King. Sad, really. But you're really important to him. You're changing him, Baylie. I swear. You're his chance to get better." He paused, holding out his hand to me. "Come on, up up. All kinds of things have been on this floor." I sat idle a moment before bringing my eyes to meet his and taking his hand, getting up.

"Thank y--" I began, but only to realize he was gone. The room was fading. "Wait!" I called out. "Come back!"

--Andy's POV--

I double checked each set of stitches. I couldn't get her collar off until she let me roll her over onto her stomach so I could try to pry the latch.

Suddenly, she breathed in heavily, her eyes shooting open. I jumped in surprise. She looked over at me, panicked. "Hey, hey," I said calmingly. "It's okay, just breathe." It took her a moment of anxious breathing for her to settle slightly. "Your stitches are done." I said dryly. She nodded, and I noticed her eyes were glassing over with tears again. She parted her lips to inhale, and it came out shaky and inconsistent. I wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to be comforting, I wanted to make her better. But what could I do? "I-When I thought I lost you..." I paused slightly, and when I picked it up again my voice was dry and cracking. "I lost myself too and...I've got a nasty hole in the wall over there." I said with a slight smirk. "Punched it. But anyways, I'm, um, glad you're here." I stuttered awkwardly.

Communicating isn't really my forte.

She looked over at me, her hazel eyes shimmering. "My mom died." She blurted out. "What?" I asked, looking towards her with a puzzled expression on my face. "That's...that's why I came here...I wanted to talk to you." I didn't know what to say. Just sort of stared at her a oment or two. "Can you leave?" She asked, not looking me in the eye. I came to my sorts, looking over at her and smiled wryly, my heart sinking. "Of course."

Notes

Hey! Thanks for all the lovely messages and comments! What do you all think changed Andy the most?