Beautiful Remains

~Raven's POV~
How much colder could it have gotten? It's about the end of October so of cores it's colder than fuck. I tried to warm my emancipated body at the corner of a large building, music blaring inside. But I had my own music, I looked down at my nearly dead iPod. This might just be the last song I ever heard, I had to choose wisely and so I picked one from my very favorite band... Black Veil Brides.
I pressed play and listened to the last song I would probably ever hear from my iPod for who knows how long. My charger had broken and I wasn't able to afford a new one, let alone meaningful necessities. Now I heard it, the base, the drums, the guitar, and then... his voice. If I had ever heard a sweeter sounding voice I would have been lying. And I sang (albeit a little off key) with Andy Biersack's voice;

You've been running for so long, still breathing
Hoping soon to find a song worth singing
Every chapter of this note they're reading
But you're slowly losing hope on bleeding


I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choirs
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you away from the fire
My desire, devil's choirs [2x]

(Raise another broken glass to failure)
A simple promise of a crimson savior
Take a look into the life you're living
I promise you this isn't pain you're feeling


I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choirs
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you away from the fire


I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choirs
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you

I'll carry you, away from the fire
My desire, devil's choirs [4x]

As the song ended, so did the life in the battery... I sighed as I watched the screen go black. I sighed and took out my ear buds and wrapped them tightly around the iPod so as not to loose them. I looked up at the bright night sky and tried to look for every reason that I had ended up here. Yet the stars couldn't speak to me, to my dyeing form, or at least it felt that way... I heard foot steps coming towards my side of the dumpster, heavy boots and chains. As far as I was concerned though, I could care less. My eye lids started to slowly drift shut now even as whoever it was stopped and seemed to notice me.

~Andy's POV~
I wiped away the last of the war paint off quickly, I needed to smoke before we left for the buss. I then quickly went outside in my hoodie and lit up one of the tobacco filled hazards. I was about half way done when I heard music, like some one was close by with there ear buds too loud. I looked around, no one seemed to be there... I began to walk up the ally and saw no one, I shrugged and figured that maybe it was just some one passing. I then started back to the back stage door, not really paying attention. Until I looked over to see... a woman.
She was crouching behind the dumpster, and she looked desperately thin. She looked homeless, she was starring upwards at the sky, and she had a funny look plastered on her face. It was sort of a misty, out of focus look and I hoped to God I didn't just find a stoner. I took a chance and waved my hand over her eyes, she didn't even stir as her eyes drifted shut. I shook her shoulder, she was so cold, "Excuse me? Hello? Hay, wake up!" I shook her a little more, I checked to see she was breathing. Thank God she was I couldn't smell the slightest drug or alcohol on her... What was she doing here?
It was at about this point Ashley came to look for me, "Andy!? Where are you!? There's gunna be a party on the bus! Hurry your ass up will ya!"
"Come here!" I hollered back at him, seriously concerned about the person I had just found.
"What?" Ashley asked before he looked down and saw the girl, "Holy fuck, Andy what-?"
I cut him off there, "Cancel the party, Tell the guys about this... she's gunna need some help." I said picking her up, which was just all to easy, she couldn't have been more than 85 lbs. soaking wet!

Notes

Well hoped you liked it. Remember this story as real people portrayed in a manor that may or may not be true to the real person, I do not own BVB or any of the other artists portrayed in said story.