Andy’s P.O.V

As I cruise down the road, my mind stays fixated on Juliet. Everytime I blink, her face flashes behind my eyelids, but it is quickly replaced by Keeley’s face, her eyes shining as she looks at me.

I can’t shake the awful feeling that something has happened to Keeley. Her mother’s Facebook message was extremely cryptic, and her words radiated pain and bitterness, just like the alcohol-soaked pain and bitterness that poured off of me after I buried Juliet. I don’t believe in God, but now, all I want to do is pray for Keeley.

Please, God. I don’t believe in you, but I do believe in Keeley. Please let her be okay. I can’t lose her, too. I just found her. Please.

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After six more long hours of driving, I pull up in front of 39652 South Rush Drive. It’s a small one-story house painted a drab brown. I climb out of my seat, and hesitantly approach the front door.

I knock, and a middle-aged woman with brown hair and Keeley’s eyes opens the door.

Her lip curls, and she looks me up and down, taking in my combat boots, ripped black jeans,

Misfits shirt, leather jacket, and tattoos. “Who are you?” she asks condescendingly.

“I’m Andy Biersack. I messaged you on Facebook a couple days ago. I’m looking for your daughter Keeley, do you know where she is?”

Keeley’s mom laughs shortly. “You’re looking for Keeley? Go to 7201 Black Oak Drive. You’ll find her there, don’t worry. Now, Mr. Biersack, don’t ever ask me about my daughter again!

Have a nice day.” With that, she slams the door in my face.

Well, that was interesting…

Off to 7201 Black Oak Drive, I suppose.

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7201 Black Oak Drive is a desolate patch of grass dotted with rocks. As I walk up to the wrought iron gates shaped like wings, the rocks turn into something else.

Gravestone.

This is a graveyard.

Oh, no.

Andy, no, I chastise myself. This doesn’t mean she’s dead. Just look.

I push open the gates and step inside. My boots land heavily on the green grass, crushing the life throbbing beneath my feet. I walk among the gravestones, still fearing the worst.

Elizabeth Palmer. 1945-2010.

Marcus James. 2001-2009.

Jenna Price. 1920-2013.

Keeley’s name still hasn’t appeared, and hope begins to blossom within my chest. Maybe she’s alive. Maybe she’s okay. Maybe this crushing pain lingering within my heart is wrong.

Maybe I won’t have to go through this again.

I pass a gigantic weeping willow. I’m almost past it when I see a gravestone hidden among the sorrowful branches.

I squint, trying to see the name etched onto the stone.

Keeley Grace Robertson. 1997-2015. Who can save me now?

My heart shatters inside my chest, piercing into my lungs, causing my breath to hitch and then freeze completely.

All my limbs are numb. My heart is gone.

She’s gone.

I collapse to the grass, my knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Keeley’s gone.

Juliet’s gone.

What do I do now?

I let go.

Notes

Hey guys! I know it’s been a couple days, but I figured I’d let that last chapter sink in before I murdered your feels more. Anyways, I hope you like it! Feedback and votes would be much appreciated *wink wink*

WARNING-Triggering chapters are coming