I'm a Loaded Gun

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
What was that horrific sound? It pounded in my ears, echoing. My head hurt so badly. I suddenly felt a sharp jab in my elbow. I tried to scream, but it was like drowning. No sound could escape my throat, something was blocking it. I couldn't feel my body anymore, it was all just varying amounts of excruciating pain. Coldness. It was like my blood was slowly freezing around my body. It was so cold. "She's going to the shock." "Her heart rate is increasing." "She needs an MRI immediately." Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeepbeep. Beepbeepbeep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeep. Beeeeep. Black.

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I regained consciousness. I tried to open my eyes. My lids slowly opened. My eyes felt like sand. I was in a white room. I saw a crucifix on the wall. I slowly looked to the left, meeting a pair of brilliantly blue eyes. "Whe...Whe-where...am I?"

"You're in the hospital, Reya." he whispered.

"Wha-what...happ...ened?" I choked.

"We can talk about that later, the important thing is that we get you fixed up."

"N-n-no. N-n-ow."

He placed his hand over mine. "You're freezing Reya, let me get a nurse." He stood up and peeked his head out into the hall. "Excuse me, she woke up and she's really cold, I think it's the IVs. Could you bring her a warm blanket?" he returned to the chair next to the bed. The nurse walked in with a heated white blanket. Andy helped her place it over me. The heat instantly helped me relax again.

"How are you feeling, Reya?" she asked slowly.

"Tired."

"That's the medication. I'll have a doctor come speak with you in a bit when you are more awake." She left, closing the curtain behind her.

"Andy?" he looked at me. "Can, you...he-help me? I need to...to sit up." he reached over to the remote on the side of the bed. The bed very slowly raised on the head. I slowly was brought up to a slightly leaned back sitting position.

"That OK?" he asked. His eyes were full of concern.

"Yeah." I finally felt the cold wearing off. I looked to see a heart monitor beeping beside me. A rack of IVs was hanging in the other side of the bed. I followed the lines. I had two IVs in my right hand and another in my left. The lines from the heart monitor were running into the top of the hospital gown. "Will you please tell me what happened?"

"I'm not sure now is a good time."

"Please, Andy. Pleeease." I did my best attempt at the puppy dog face.

"Fine. I was watching you during our performance, and suddenly you disappeared. At the end, I went back to your bus, and pulled Siren and Ashley apart long enough for her to tell me no one had seen you after the show. She thought you were with me. I ran over to our bus and you weren't there. I noticed Seth's car was gone. I panicked. No one had seen you. I searched for hours. Finally someone said they had seen you with that bastard and that they headed north into the interstate ramp. The search continued, but our manager forced me onto our bus, saying we had to leave and that we were going to stay in a hotel for the night. We pulled in to our hotel when I saw Seth's car. I ran to the front desk and said I had been told to meet Seth Byler at his room. They gave me the number and I ran to the elevator. The ride up was horrible. I was about ready to break open the door. I ran through the hallway till I found his room. I knocked on the door and hid, so that someone would have to open the door. The moment it began to open the second time I rushed in and knocked the first guy out on the first hit. I looked up to see that fucker pressing you into the bed, and sucking your neck. My blood was boiling as I saw him continue to defile your body. I don't know what happened, but I lunged at him and shoved him up to the wall. I broke four of his fingers and three bones in his hand. I dislocated his arm and broke two of his ribs. I couldn't stop myself, thinking he was the monster who hurt you so badly. I turned to see you huddled in a ball. You're eyes...were wide with fear, and...and I-I wanted to just hold you and say everything woukd be OK, but suddenly you were...ch- choking, and gasping for air. You went completely white...and passed out. I grabbed you just before your head hit the floor." A tear was running from his eye. He brushed it back and looked at me. His eyes were full of them. He blinked them away and held my hand. I realized I had a tear running down my face.

A knock on the door made us both jump. A grey haired doctor stood in the doorway. "Ms. Chance? May I speak with you for a moment?"

"Yeah." I said weakly.

"Mr. Biersack, I'm afraid I need to ask you to step into the hall due to HIPPA requirements."

"No, no. He can stay. I approve it." I said.

"Very well then. Ms. Chance, you've had quite the ordeal. You were very dehydrated, you have multiple deep tissue contusions, a sprain in your left shoulder, two broken ribs on the left side, and a slight concussion. You came in in critical condition with the beginning stages of shock. We put you on an oxygen tank and had a tube in your throat to keep your lungs from collapsing. We've given you multiple IVs for the dehydration, swelling, pain, and anti anxiety medication. We are going to keep you tonight as well. For the next few days we have mediation for the pain and some to help with some post traumatic stress issues like insomnia. You're going to feel groggy and hazey as side effects. You'll be sleeping quite a bit. You will not be able to drive, or to do any performances for a week or two. Do you have any questions?"

"Do my parents know?"

"Yes, we had to contact them for your medical history. They will be here in a few hours," the doctor said. He left the room.

"Andy, I don't think my parents will exactly...approve of you. They really don't like my style, and I can't imagine what they will think when they see you."

"Well, Reya, they will have to deal with me anyway, since my tour manager is asking that Prescription Poison open for Black Veil Brides for the next few shows. We had a cancelation in upper Midwest, so we will be here for two weeks. He wanted you guys to come with us for a few shows. Now I know most parents aren't exactly thrilled to see their seventeen year old daughter with a twenty year old punk rock star, but I'll do my best to appeal to their better nature."

I smiled at his confidence. "Thank you. For everything."

He smiled in return. An hour later a nurse returned to take the oxygen nubs out of my nose since I was able to breathe. They removed the IVs in my right arm, and I was left with just one for pain in my left elbow. The heart monitor was also removed since I was alert and stable. Andy held my hand through it all, as I was very afraid of needles. He left for ten minutes to change into the clothes that Sammi had brought him. He returned in a pair of black skinny jeans and a solid white v neck t shirt. He had a silver heart with a black chrome dagger running through it hanging from the chain around his neck. He had removed his long earrings and put in one black and one silver small hoop earrings that were barely noticeable with his hair. He had gotten it cut before the festival, so it looked almost identical to how it was in the Knives and Pens music video. Some of his tattoos in his arm were visible still and he had in his all black converse. He had swapped out the lip ring for a small silver stud. He had really tried to look presentable. Sammi came in and helped pull back my hair into a ponytail. She helped style my bangs down too. I thanked her for the help and she promised to return the next day to help me get ready to go home.

As I predicted, my parents were hysterical. They kept saying "I'm so sorry." and "How could this have happened?" From what I gathered they only knew that Seth had hit me, they didn't know that he and Travis had practically raped me. I preferred they didn't know. They urged that they were going to press charges for battery, assault, and domestic violence. They seated themselves by the window, ignoring Andy the entire time. He stopped holding my hand when they walked in the door. After an hour of complete silence in the room, Andy, all 6'3" of him stood up and walked over to my parents.

He held his hand out to my father and shook it. "I thought I should formally introduce myself. By name is Andy Biersack."

My father, only 5'9", stood up still gripping Andy's hand. "I hear you are the one who saved my daughter...and beat the shit out of that dirtbag who hurt her. Thank you, for protecting her. And teaching that son of a bitch a lesson."

My dad surprised me. Then again, I was his only daughter. He was always protective. He never really liked Seth either.
My mom? Not so accepting. She looked disgusted as she took in Andy's appearance. She shook her hand and said thanks for helping me. She told him he could go home now.

"Actually, Mrs. Chance, I live in Ohio. My band is here for two weeks for publicity and not speak with some producers,but that's not for a few days. My band is living at a hotel till then. I was planning in staying with her, that way you guys can get some rest as well. I'm used to staying up all night for concerts, so I can stay up to watch her for the night. Of course, that's if it is OK with you. May I ask your permission to stay with her for the night?"

They glanced back and forth and whispered for a few moments, my dad finally saying it was OK. They left in order to get accommodations to sleep. The nurses assured my parents I would be fine to be left, and they would contact them if anything changed. They said they were only keeping me for pain control reasons. They each gave me a kiss goodnight and left.


I glanced at Andy. "I'm surprised my parents were so cool with you."

"They don't seem bad, just normal concerned parents of a teenager."

"Andy...can I ask you something?"

He gave me a questionable look, once again raising one of his eyebrows. "What would that be?"

"Why...why do you...care so much? I know I'm shattered, and a mess...and I don't know why you jumped in so headfirst into all of my mess. I'm just...shatteered remains." I said as a tear crept down my face. He stood up, leaning over me.

"Reya, you aren't just any girl. And you aren't a mess. If you insist you are just remains...you are beautiful remains...that I would like to see whole again," he whispered. He leaned closer, placing his lips on my forehead. "You may be remains, but some day, some day, you will no longer be a puzzle, but instead the beautiful picture they create."

Notes

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