The Model

Andy and I had been writing some facts down that were supposed to help me getting closer to his kidnapper. It wasn't easy to get close without him noticing it since he had a nose for things like that. Andy couldn't tell me all the details about his previous life since it would be very dangerous for both of us. We spent lots of time thinking about what to do and reading loads of articles and books we found in the library. There wasn't really anything else to look at, since he never got to use social media or left any traces on the internet at all.

"Wait, I might know where to look for something", he said as he typed something into Google. After long hours of teaching him how to actually use a laptop he now was pretty decent at it. Obviously the laptops we know today hadn't been around in the late nineties. Left alone in the eighties. Andy knew about all the technical discoveries this century had to offer but he never got to use them.

Suddenly he left out a laugh.

"I found a yearbook from 1999! When I was still 17! I can't believe it!"

He had typed in his former school's website and looked up their archive. And what I saw made me smile and laugh a little.

There was a younger version of Andy with long straight and black hair. Bangs were covering the left side of his face and black eyeshadow circled his bright blue eyes. There was a silver ring in his bottom lip and another one in his left earlobe. His one corner of the mouth was lifted a little, making him look quite nice.

Under the picture it said

"Andrew Dennis Biersack
Orchestra, Art Club"

"Dennis", I smiled and Andy laughed a little. "Yes, that is my middle name."

"And you were in Orchestra?" He nodded proudly and told me that he either played the guitar or the piano. What surprised me was that he also told me that he loved to sing. I tried picturing him in his typical ripped attire sitting at a piano while singing.

"I would love to hear you sing", I smiled and he blushed a little. "Sometime maybe..."

What we found next on the school website let the good mood vanish in one quick swipe.

"Andy", it just said on top of the page, a long text following. There was a picture of him with longer hair than on the yearbook picture and the same slight smile on his face. He wore the exact make-up he had on when I first saw him. This time it seemed cleaner somehow. His blue eyes were full of life and he looked still skinny, but much healthier than now.

He just sat next to me on my bed, not saying anything. His eyes were glued to the screen and read what was under the picture. I saw them shimmering with tears.

"Andy... Whats wrong?", I carefully asked and gently laid my hand on his arm. He slightly jumped and looked at me, wiping his eyes.

"N-nothing. It's just... I don't know... They wrote such nice things about me when in real life... I hated school." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"I was always the bad kid and the only two people I actually liked were Juliet and my art teacher." He sighed looking to my window.

"I'm so sorry", I whispered, feeling the urge to hug him. He looked so lost. A complete different person than on the picture.

Most of the time we had fun together, just joking away. But I always felt that he repressed his sadness and never wanted to show it. But sometimes I got a glimpse of what was inside of him.

He looked at me and lifted the healthy side of his mouth a little. "Thank you for listening."

"I will always listen. I promised to help you..."

Suddenly he gently put his arms around me and hugged me as tightly as his body would allow it without too much pain.

A small smile appeared on my face and I found myself very comfortable in his arms. I wondered what kind of a person he had been before. My gaze wandered to the picture on the laptop screen.

"Hey... Is that lipstick?", I asked and pulled away from him to see him smile and nod.

"I loved walking around like a mixture of Gene Simmons and Nikki Sixx."

"Looks good on you", I shyly admitted and tried to picture him with lipstick. But suddenly I noticed something in his face.

"Wait...", I mumbled and looked back and forth between the laptop and Andy.

"The scar... On your mouth..."

His smile faded and he sighed again.

"Yes. That was his intention with that."

What I first didn't notice about the picture was a black line beginning at the corner of Andys mouth. That side of his face was turned away from the camera but I could still see that it was the beginning of a scar that was drawn on with black eyeliner in the exact spot where now a real stitched wound was visible.

"It was my trademark and he made it permanent...", he sighed. "Tara... There is something I didn't tell you yet because it makes me really uncomfortable but you need to know it."

I just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He closed his eyes and breathed a couple times.

"There are pictures... He painted."

"Yeah, you told me he was an artist..."

"Yes, but these pictures... they are... of me." Suddenly his face scrunched up in pain. "Fuck", he breathed, holding his ribs.

"This was... too much..."

With horror I watched the thread in his cheek rip open. Blood started running down his chin and he let out quiet cries of pain.

"Andy!", I screeched, full of fear.

"You... You need to... Ugh..." He curled into a ball on my bed, blood soaking his shirt from his chest and arms.

"Destroy the pictres! I'll be back... Soon!", he coughed and disappeared in an open notebook on my bed.

With wide eyes I looked at the spot he just sat on seconds before.

"What the hell was that?", I whispered.

Notes

*Jeffree Star voice* I'M BACK!!!

Ugh, I hope you guys don't hate me for not updating this one in forever... Even if it's almost Christmas school has been loading me with work BUT I DID IT. Heres a new chapter and I hope you like it! Will get right back to writing hehe :D Also, I'll take a little time to advertise my other story I uploaded which is called Bohemian Rhapsody. I will upload different stories simultaneously since I always jump around inbetween them :)