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Andy

Sorrow.

It was late, and of course, raining, when Andy finally came back. By that time, I had already finished learning the piano instrumental, and now I sat in my room, trying to memorize the lyrics and pattern.

When he climbed in through the window, he wasn't smiling like he normally does, he was upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked urgently, setting aside my notebook and standing up. He slammed the glass behind him, and it rattled in the frame. He paced away from me, combing his fingers through his black mohawk anxiously.

"Andy!" I hissed, trying to keep my voice down in case my parents were still awake. "What happened?"

"I think I know now..." He sighed in frustration, turning to face me, his lips pressed thin, his body rigid, and there was tears of fear, frustration and pain in his eyes. He looked at me, but did not speak.

"Know what?... Andy, what's going on?" I guided him to the bed and sat him down, but he refused to speak, instead, he turned his head into my shoulder and started bawling. I was confused as to what had set him off, given right now, there was a number of things that could've done it.

He shook his head sadly. I wrapped my arms around his slender torso and hugged him to me, still cold as ice, but I was trying. I pressed my cheek against his forehead, and felt his tears of ice staining the shoulder of my night shirt. I tried to remember what things my Mom did to calm me down when I was upset, so I tried to channel that into my protective friendship.

"It's okay..." I sighed softly, rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. He sniffled, and continued to cry, all worked up over something. I thought through what things we'd talked about for clues, and most of it, understandably, revolved around him ending up in the ground in the morning. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I can try to understand."

He shook his head a little, and his long, crucifix earrings rattled and clanked together with the movement. "You don't want to be apart of this... Look what I've done... I've drug you into this. Now you have to suffer with everyone else."

"I'm not suffering." I defended, "You have to tell me what's wrong, I can't help you until you do."

His lips quivered, and he shed more angry, scared tears before speaking again between the torn sobs. "I- I think I know how it works now... I- I have to be with my body at the time of death tomorrow... Then I have a chance. I have a chance, Ash... A chance to find Ashley on the otherside."

I took in an involuntary deep breath as I realized what he meant...

"You're planning on going through with it?" I asked him softly. It was entirely his decision, and I would try my best to support whatever he chose.

He nodded a little. "I made a promise to him... And I broke it. I have to find him and make it right."

"Ashley would want to see you again." I agreed quietly, "I didn't know him, but I also think he'd like you to do what's best for you. He'd want you to be happy, right?" I looked down at his face, which was currently hidden behind a choppy layer of black hair. Another drop soaked up in the fabric of my shoulder.

"I'd hope so..." He whispered, his hands shaking. "That's why there's so many ghosts, haunted houses, Ash... Those ghosts missed their deadlines, and they couldn't cross over then... They ran out of time to make a decision, so the afterlife made one for them."

He sounded so certain of his theory, and heavily conflicted, as well.

"I want to see my family, I want to watch my cousins grow up, and I want to see my family grow old together, and celebrate things. I want to see all the new additions, and the loss. I want to be here. My place is here, Ash."

"But you also deserve an afterlife, Andy..." I sighed, trying to help him reason with himself by seeing the pros and cons of both decisions.

"I know... I don't know what to do..." He whispered in fear, his whole body shaking. "I have to make a decision by 3:50 tomorrow afternoon. Before then, actually... I went to the funeral home, and got one of these."

He sat up a little, and pulled a pamphlet out of his studded sleeveless denim jacket, and handed it to me. I took it carefully, and read through it, realizing it was the schedule for the funeral. At three, they were to have him in the ground. He didn't have that extra fifty minutes.

"I'm trying to make the right decision here... If I stay, that's for me. Because my family can't see me, anyways. If I cross over, that's more for Ashley than myself."

I took another deep breath, and waited for him to speak again. He sighed, and dropped the pamphlet onto the bedspread and dropped his forehead against my shoulder again. He didn't speak again, he hid in his head with his thoughts, struggling to decide what tomorrow would bring, and if... He chose to go to the otherside. It was a big decision to make for a number of reasons, and I found myself getting choked up over it, trying to imagine either a world without Andy at all, or not knowing if he was okay on the otherside, if he'd found Ashley yet or not. With his decision, came finalism. He'd be gone for good, with nothing but a headstone to remind everyone he ever even existed.

A lone tear ran involuntarily down my cheek, and I wiped it away, looking over at Andy. His face was propped up slightly, and his wide, blue eyes looked up at me, and something just broke behind his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He didn't say anything about that tear, or the way my face contorted in sorrow, and I turned to pull him into a tight hug. I was sorry for him, and to be honest, sorry for myself. I'd known him a week and felt like he knew me better than anyone.His sudden absence would come as a shock, no doubt. A case of shock I'd have to play off as fine to my parents.

I hugged him tightly, and he hugged back, and we sat there, crying with each other. I took that moment to remember every detail about him, should I ever forget him. I couldn't...

"It's not tomorrow yet." I whispered, "We still have time. Are you up for sneaking out?"

He smiled at me in sadness, "After all the trouble I've caused, you still want to sneak out with me?"

I smiled back. "Yeah, 'cause you're like my best friend, 'n stuff." I said with a shrug, and he grinned, looking down at his hands. "Okay, sure, where to?"

"Hang on..." I hopped up and checked out in the hall. The lights were still on downstairs. I listened for a minute, and recognized the blood curdling scream to be from the Frankenstein movie. "We've got time. Chances are, they're watching a marathon." I told Andy, but my voice was all stuffed up and I sounded sick. I tried to laugh through the snot and tears, but I felt ridiculous.

"Never mind..." I grumbled, "Hang on, let me grab my jeans and we can set out." On our last adventure. I thought, but I did not tell him that. It was pretty clear which way the wind was blowing.

I pulled up my blue jeans over the top of my night shorts, and left on the ghost tear stained white blouse I had on, and grabbed my Walking Dead hoodie from the closet.

"How many of those damn things do you have?" Andy joked as he wiped his eyes, and reapplied my makeup to his face, around his eyes, and touching up on the black war streak across his left cheek.

"Enough to own own for every one of the bands I like, TV shows, movies and games. Got a problem, smart ass?" I cracked, and he grinned, "No, miss emo bitch."

I smirked and headed to the window, looking out the glass. It was almost eleven, and we had the whole night to explore. I took additional time to stuff a body shaped figure under my covers in case my mom or dad checked in during the night. I planned to be out for a few hours at the most.

"Ready?" I asked him as he sealed the bottle of liquid eye liner and set it precisely straight on my makeup desk. "Yep. Let's go."

He strode towards the window with nothing but his sleeveless denim.

"Don't you get cold?" I asked curiously, I had wondered since I met him how he could dress for such low temperatures. He shrugged, "No, and if I have, I haven't noticed."

"Okay, then..."

I climbed out first, and waited for him to climb through before I gently shut the glass again. We waddled to the edge of the roof and dropped down like we had the night before, landing with a thud, and of course, Andy beat me down, by just jumping off the roof.

"I sure hope you were using your invisibility cloak," I sighed as we walked, "Because if my neighbors saw some crazy kid jumping off my roof, not only would they shit themselves, but they'd probably call the police, FBI, the Coast Guard, Military Forces and a ghost hunter group to investigate. If you haven't noticed, my neighbors are very paranoid."

I pointed to each house, every window on the first floor had it's shutters closed and locked up tight.

"Weird." Andy commented.

I noticed that he still wasn't quite himself, he was still acting off. I thought about asking if he was okay again, but was worried about setting him off. Sometimes people just want to think to themselves, and get pissed when people are constantly poking and prodding.

His eyes were slightly red from crying, and the way he walked was almost dragging, even though he had infinite energy.

"Where are we going?" He asked after a while, and I shrugged at first. I wanted to take him somewhere where we could speak openly, but I also believed that he deserved one more city night.

"This way." I responded with a smile, and I kept following the sidewalk until slowly, business places began to build up around us until I could see the bright lights from the inner city.

"We're fucking around tonight. Ready to get into trouble tonight?"

"Uh..." He paused in confusion. "Should I say yes?"

"Hell yes." I responded, following the side of the road, "You should get more excited." I punched his arm playfully. "We're doing a few of your favorite things. Sneaking out, getting into trouble, and we'll even sing Motley Crue, if you want to." I nudged him, and he smiled a little, but he was lost in thought.

"Don't make me sing alone..." I said with a disapproving tone. "Ugh, fine... He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood," I sang with enthusiasm, still facing my own agony from our conversation, and trying to hide it. He smiled a little more, but stubbornly refused to join in.

I sighed and stopped walking, "I'm just trying to make you smile again." I buried my hands in my pockets and walked slower, looking down at my converse.

"I know." He responded, sounding guilty. "I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Don't be, I get it, you're scared... I'm scared, too. You're allowed to feel however you want, that's what I've always figured." I shrugged a little, taking a moment to kick a pebble across the pavement, still damp from the rain.

"Still..." He insisted, the corner of his mouth pulling down as though he was going to say something but decided against it. "Do you mind if I show you something?" He asked quietly, sounding hesitant.

"Sure?... What is it?"

"Hey, you didn't tell me we were coming to the city until we got here." He defended. "You don't have to, because it's kinda weird... I just thought, you should probably be prepared."

"Prepared?" I echoed in confusion.

"C'mon, I'll show you." He jerked his head in the direction of where we were going, and I let him take lead, following him silently through the dark allies, trying to avoid the constant thought that I was indeed, alone out here.

"Just, tell me if you're getting weirded out or whatever, and we can leave." He said after about fifteen minutes of walking. I knew he could probably just do his ghostly teleport to wherever he wanted to go, but he was taking the time to walk me there.

"Why would I get w..."

I looked ahead of us, where under a streetlight, was a dark, wooden sign with white letters.

Jefferson Funeral Home.

"Uh..." I paused for a moment, slowly realizing why we were there, of all places.

"Do you want to go home?" Andy asked urgently, seeming just as nervous about going in, or even approaching it, as I was.

I shook my head, "No... No. I'm okay, I just wasn't expecting here, of all places..." I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and picked up my pace. "Why are we here, exactly? If you don't mind me asking."

He stopped dead in the middle of the street and took a deep breath and turned around to face me.

"I've told you most everything about me, except how I died."
I looked up at him in confusion. "I know how you died-"

"I know. But there's details you don't know, and I just want to lay all my cards on the table right now."

I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I didn't ask anymore questions. I just followed him, and watched him open the front door of the funeral home freely, and step inside.

"Wasn't it locked?" I hissed, jogging after him.

"No doors are closed for the dead." He replied solemnly.

"Oh..." I sighed, unsure what else to say. "Okay."

The first room of the funeral home was dark, but friendly enough. A comfortable, family-friendly waiting room was situated around a dark, home run lobby.

"This way..." Andy led the way into the back rooms, to the room with the freezers full of dead bodies.

"Uh..." My words got hitched in my throat as I looked into the long freezer, illuminated by flickering flourescents. There were closed drawers, like that of a morgue. They had secure locks on them, with name cards slid into a slide on the door, and in careful hand writing, told who it was within.

Carl Shrapner, Sherri Wood, Camel Carter, Emily Jones, Calli Housten and Andy Biersack.

We looked at each other in a wave of uncertainty, and he reached for the lock.

"Wait!"

He stopped and looked at me, "Yeah?"

"Do we really have to look at it?" I winced.

"It?" He echoed with sarcasm, an amused grin appearing on his face.

"Sorry... Just, do we?"

"Yep." He responded, and proceeded to unlock the chamber, while I braced myself for it.

The door swung open, and I looked at Andy in shock, but he was not, actually, he wore a grin. I looked into the empty chamber, void of any body, void of any Andy.

"Where is it?"

He threw his head back in laughter. "It's not here, it's in the viewing room, the mortician is still here, adding finishing touches to it.

"Then why are we here?!" I demanded, instantly lowering my voice.

"Because I had a theory to test. Come with me."

I followed him reluctantly, muttering under my breath. We walked into what I could only guess, was the viewing room. A long aisle, surrounded by rows of pews led up to the small platform stage where a sleek, black casket sat, wide open, a puffy bouquet of flowers sticking out. I followed him up to the front and he stopped, not hesitantly, just to listen.

"Okay, come here." He turned around and reached for me. I jumped back instinctively, but he secured me in his arms and pulled me towards him. "Stay as close as possible to me..."

"What are you doing?!" I demanded in shock. The mortician could walk in at any moment.

"Chill, I did this earlier with some chick on the street." He replied, rolling his eyes, proceeding to secure me to his chest without much struggle. "Just stay close, stay quiet, and stay still... Still as a corpse." He whispered, and the door opposite to us opened, and the mortician walked in.

Notes

Comments

I just want to say, I am here to support you no matter what you do <3

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
4/12/20

Oh gosh, I'm getting weird vibes towards this "sketchy" part of town.

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
5/8/19

I am absolutely in love with this book!

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
4/30/19

Poor Ashley. Poor Andy. Poor Asheen. Wow, what a story! :)

Merelan Merelan
4/29/19

I am conspiring so many theories about this book my head hurts... lol... anyway, great chapter as usual! Can't wait to read what happens next

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
4/25/19