I'm Slowly Drowning {An Andy Biersack Love story}

This is New Year's Day - so rise from the ashes

Hello everybody! This is my first Black Veil Brides fanfic, so I'm hoping for it to turn out well, but only time can tell right?

This story is taking place somewhere between 'We Stitch There Wounds' and 'Set The World On fire' (let's just imagine that they held a concert in Denmark back then xD). In this story, Andy is 19 years old.

This story is pure imagination and (almost) nothing in it happened in real life, or will happen in the future. I apoligize if there's mistakes in my english, but I'm Dansih so English isn't my first language, I'm trying my best for you guys! I hope you'll like it and that it'll turn out as I hope :D

Thanks!

- Linea <3

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I hugged myself in an attempt to keep warm, I hated winter, I really hated it. I don't even know why I was in the streets, I didn't have a job nor school, I didn't have any reason to be walking around outside when I could stay inside where it was warm and nice. I must admit that even though I hated the winter, I loved it at the same time, I hated the darkness and the cold, while I was in love with the white and pure look it has. I walked over to a bench and sat down, just admiring the beauty of the winter, it was so quiet at this hour, when everybody else was at school or work, doing something with their lives and being useful. I wasn't useful, I'd dropped out of high school, or the Danish version of high school, called 'gymnasium', yep, I'm Danish.

Dropping out was probably the biggest mistake in my life, but at the same time it was the best thing I'd ever done. I finally got away from the bullies, the place where I was the freak, the emo, the different one, the outcast. The only times they ever interacted with me was when they bullied me and called me names, sometimes even going as far as telling me to kill myself. I didn't of course, I wouldn't let them have the satisfactions of me following their orders by taking my own life. I let out a sigh and hugged myself tighter, trying to warm up and keep and comfy, but with no result. Instead I got up and started walking towards my house again, my parents believed that I'd went out to look for a job, but honestly I didn't feel like getting one yet, my head didn't feel like it could cope with a job at the moment.

I let myself into the almost empty house, being greeted when I opened the door. I was basically attacked by my dog like always, she was a beagle, and a really dump one she was. "Hey, hey Carolyn" I spoke to the dog in a baby voice, only making her wag her tail even faster and jump up, wanting me to play with her. I scratched her behind her ears and spoke to her in baby voice again "do I love you? Do I?" She barked yes at me, still wagging her tail.

At least there were those few people, and a dog, who I knew loved me, my parents were the best and they let me be myself even though I didn't act like a girl. I hated dresses and pink and cheerleaders and sportsmen and everything else that 'normal' girls loved. What I enjoyed was music, preferably emotional and rock, basically dark music, emo-music. As for boys, I didn't care about looks, I didn't care about genders, all that mattered was the soul

I checked the time on my phone, 11:50; I had ten minutes until the sale begun. I padded Carolyn, and hurried upstairs to my room where I opened the computer quickly and waited till the sale opened. A smile leapt across my face 15 minutes later when the affirmation of my bargain showed on my screen, one VIP ticket to the Black Veil Brides-concert in 2 month.

It was a present from my parents, buying the I the ticket with VIP and everything, you see, I was turning 18 on the same day of the ticket release. I must admit though, that I felt like someone who was still 16 and insecure about their life. Later that day I was going to get a tattoo and my dad had promised me to help me find a nice driving school so I could get my licence and a car. My thoughts returned to the ticket, and I found myself smiling again, I read the description for the concert a few times and at one point I noticed a link in the bottom, a link that was supposed to describe the competition, what competition?

I followed the link and read the rules for the competition, or rather draw. Between every person who'd bought a ticket to their tour, BVB would make a draw and by that choose three people who would get the chance to follow them for the rest of their tour and stay in LA for one entire month, getting to know the band and experiencing Hollywood. I didn't believe that I would have any chance to win, but you could always dream right?

If I could live with my saviours for two entire months, first one month following the rest of their tour after Denmark and then one month in Hollywood, the place of my dreams, I think I would die of happiness. I wanted to move there when I got the chance, take the chance and try out in the music career if it was possible. I'd always been dreaming of music, making music, listening to music, living through music. I wanted to sing, play my guitar or bass, let people hear my songs, open my secret heart for them. All dreams of course, like that would ever happen.

Later I got my tattoo, I'd decided to get three words written on my wrist, actually a song-title, a title that resembled a lot of the things I'd been through, a title that would remind me in the future to 'never give in'.

One month and three weeks passed by incredibly quickly, the excitement for the concert were building fast and I became more anxious each day. Exactly one week before the concert in Denmark, the first winner was found, a boy, from what I'd heard he was 16 or 17 and lived in Germany, he was lucky and he probably deserved it more than some worthless girl like me.

The next few days flew by and the day of the concert finally arrived. I chose my outfit carefully, a pair of black skinny jeans, a BVB t-shirt and necklace, a leather-jacket and my black boots. I usually tied my dark red hair in a pony-tail, but not today. Today I let it fall down my back in its natural soft curls, teasing it a bit so it would look more puffy. I applied the right amount of eyeliner to make my pale green eyes look even greener and bigger, before I applied my crimson lipstick and made sure I'd chosen the right earrings. I wouldn't call myself beautiful at any point, but that day I looked okay, better than usual.

"Er du klar?" My dad yelled from downstairs, translated to English, he asked me if I was ready. He'd promised me to drive me to the concert and pick me up again after. A smile lit up my face as I replied with a "Yep!" and rushed down the stairs. It took 30 minutes to get there in car from where we lived, but it was worth it, I hugged my dad goodbye, he told me to take care and such, before I hurried out of the car and waved at him. My heart was beating fast and my palms were sweaty, I went inside with high hopes, this was going to be the best night of my life so far.

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•* This chapter was edited (there might still be loads of mistakes (I'm really bad at punctuation) I will probably slowly work my way through all of the chapters but expect worse grammar in future chapters *•

So, I hope you liked the first chapter? Please comment and vote if you did, or give me some constructive criticism if you didn't like it, it'll only help me improve my writing :D

Next part will be up when I've finished it! <3

See ya!

- Linea <3