Bleach It Black: A BVB & AA Fan Fiction

A Slap in The Face

~Slap In The Face~

Andy's P.O.V

Two months. It had been two months since that devastating phone call. She hadn't even had the guts to tell me to my face. How could she leave me? I loved her!

“Juliet...” I whispered her name into my dark, empty apartment for the millionth time in these last two heartbroken months.

“My dragonfly, why?” my quiet voice echoed around the desolate room i've been existing in.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I slowly turned my head towards the door of my apartment, waiting... I've been waiting all along. The door squeaked and creaked as someone cracked it open and a shaft of light pierced me straight in my eyes and illuminated the wreck that I had become. “Juliet?” I called in quiet wonderment. She had finally come back!

“Andy?” inquired a voice that most certainly did NOT belong to my beautiful dragonfly... “Andy, I know you're in here.” Jinxx called into the room, his eyes traveling through the dim apartment before resting on me. His face fell when he realized what a wreck I was. I turned away, a single tear falling from my eye.

I raised a cigarette up to my lips only to realize it had turned to ash and fizzled out long ago, reminding me of how my heart felt. I stared numbly at the wall in front of me, not really seeing anything as I waited for Jinxx to walk in and judge me with my empty pack of cigarettes and the drained bottle of Jack Daniels sitting by my leg, alone in the dark.

“Andy,” Jinxx muttered while he walked towards me, letting the door fall closed behind him, enveloping us in darkness once again. “Damn man, its been two months and you're still sitting here alone in the dark?” Jinxx flipped on the lights and I buried my face in my hands hiding from the onslaught of brightness.

“Go away, Jinxx, unless you have my Juliet with you.” I whispered, barely audible.

Jinxx continued forward, as if he hadn't heard a thing. He probably hadn't heard it. “Stop it Andy!” oops... Guess he had heard it. “Dude, its over with her. Get it? Done! I know she stomped a hole in your heart with those high heeled boots of hers, but she's not coming back, Andy... Ever. She's gone!” Jinxx's words were like a white-hot poker stabbing me into my already aching heart. Another tear leaked out of my eye and down my face. “Damn it Andy.” Jinxx sighed. “Man, we need you! Jack Donnahue, from Kerrang! Called Jon asking for us to play on their spring tour. It's in a month. We all need to practice as a band, and to do that, we need you. You are our singer. Our leader! We fucking need you Andy!!” Jinxx chest heaved. “We aren't the same band without you. So pull yourself together. Jon accepted and we leave for London in three weeks.”

Jinxx bent down and picked up something on the floor and walked over to me, dropping it into my lap. It was my phone. “You need to reconnect to the world. Our fans have been freaking out. Twitter has been blowing up with fans pleading with us to make sure you don't commit suicide. Don't fucking let the Army down.” He stepped back, giving me a little bit of space while I absorbed the fact that my fans, undoubtedly one of the most important things in my life, thought I was going to die on them, by my own hand. It repulsed me.

Jinxx started talking again, “Get your ass into gear Biersack, make those lyrics flow so that we can get this next record up and running. I'll come back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that until I know for sure that you're functional again. You're my brother Andy. I miss you, and so do the rest of the guys.” Jinxx headed for the door.

“Wait!” I called, sending the empty bottle of Jack clattering across the floor as I reached out to Jinxx. He turned, eyes softening at what I'm sure was a pitiful sight. “Can you get me a pen and paper?” I croaked.

“Yeah, sure man, anything.” Jinxx replied and rummaged around my apartment, finally bringing me the items I required. “Here.” he said softly, handing me the pen and paper. He turned and left, closing the door quietly.

I turned my attention to the page holding the unfamiliar pen and began writing furiously, letting my emotions out in words, my pen flying across the page. The lyrics flowing like a rapid river:

One look and I am sold

You've got me on my knees

you steal all my innocence

a love sick melody

take me...

you always want the one you can't have

cause love isn't always fair...

you are the best romance i've never had

cause love isn't always fair...

I finished the song quickly and I just kept writing, I couldn't stop. With my heartbreak fueling my creativity, I continued...

we're all told that when we die

we leave to a better place

and all I know is what you left

a love I can't erase

all the same in love and war

burn my name and ashes scorn

you left me with these broken lies

and I let you

got no more time for your goodbyes

so god bless you

god bless you...

after three hours of writing lyrics, I had finished two songs. I knew they were going on the next record. Without a doubt, they were two of the best songs I had written yet. Heartbreak tends to do that to your poetry. I leaned back and stretched, stiff from sitting in one position so long. Although the hunched over-ness could have contributed to that quite a bit. I stood up and started looking for my phone. I felt inspired, not completely dead inside like I have been feeling for ages. I was actually even hungry! I made it to the kitchen before I realized I had been looking for my phone. Damn ADD... I remembered that my phone was still lying right where Jinxx had dropped it into my lap in the living room. I stopped in my bedroom and grabbed my charger from where it had lived during this two month hiatus I took from life. I grabbed my phone from the living room and plugged it into my charger that I had relocated to the kitchen so that I could feast.

I opened the fridge and snatched two bottles of water. I downed the first one in about five seconds, and continued sipping the second. Damn I was thirsty! I checked the fridge again, but for food this time and found nothing. I looked in the cupboards and found a half-eaten bag of stale Cheetos. Better than nothing, I thought as I started stuffing my face. I wiped my cheesy fingers on my pants and then grabbed my phone and called Jinxx. I had to hunch over the counter because of how short the cord was...

Jinxx picked up on the second ring. “Andy, hey, I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon...” he trailed off.

“Well,” I said, “You were right. I was just wallowing in my grief, while Ju-” I couldn't bring myself to say her name now that I had all of these feeling of anger towards her. “while she moved on with her life. Anyhow, sorry about the disappearing act. Will you tell the other guys I'm sorry? I have two new songs written out.” I smiled. “They're pretty good in my opinion. Love Isn't Always Fair, and God Bless You are the names...”

“That's good!” Jinxx replied happily, “Its good to have you back man! We all missed you!”

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Sooooooo!!!! you guys have finally met at least two of the band members! And for any non-BVB lovers reading this (which would be completely preposterous) Jinxx is the rhythm guitarist and violinist of BVB.

I hope you guys liked this chapter! I personally almost cried while writing out how terribly crushed Andy was... man... heartbreaking for sure! P.S. Don't hate Juliet Simms in reality! She's an awesome girl and I only had to make her out as a terrible person so that Andy looked super vulnerable and he had to be single! Jeebers People!

~Sammi Shock~