Band imagines (request closed)

Andy Beirsack

Trigger warning: self-harm, child abandonment mentioned.
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Do you ever feel like you're invisible?. Like nobody cares about you? I do

I turned sixteen last month, and my parents kicked me out of the house. They hated how I dress and the music I listen to. They always called me a loser, a mistake, a waste of space.

I have no other family, no where else to go. I ended up at my best friend, Andy's house. His parents were always nice to me, they took me in without question. And even though they treat me like a daughter, I still feel alone sometimes. I have no other friends at school, just Andy. Well, I do have one other friend, it's metal, sharp, shiny and always here when I need it.

Today, was just like all the other days at school. The other girls pick on me about my goth/emo clothes or about my weight. I never thought of my self as fat, Andy always says I'm  too skinny, but maybe he's wrong....I mean who would know better than the popular girls right. 

As soon as I walk in the house, I run straight to my room, pulling my shiny friend from its hiding spot, and hold it up to the light.

" maybe I shouldn't, I promised Andy I would stop" I whisper to myself before putting it back. I begin my homework and then decide to work on some sketches. Drawing always helps me.

 " Y/N, Andy, dinner time!" Andy's mom, Amy calls out to us. We both leave our rooms together, meeting in the hall. He pulls me in for a hug, asking about my day. He's known about the bullies, but I told him they stopped. I simply smile and say it was fine before following him down the stairs.

Dinner was pretty uneventful, just eating and the occasional questions about school, Andy's band, and my art. My parents never cared enough about me to have dinner together, much less ask about my drawings. I'm very greatful to Andy's parents for showing interest, and it's not even fake, I can tell they really care.

After dinner, Chris and Amy go out for awhile, leaving us home alone. Andy knocks on my door and invites me downstairs to watch Batman. I accept, happy to push the events of school out of my head for awhile.

While on the couch, about halfway through the movie, Andy pulls out my sketchbook. " these are really good, Y/N". "No they're not. Don't look at those" I say, yanking the book from his hands. " I'm serious, you should do something with that talent." He says seriously. He pauses the movie and turns to face me. " well, i kinda want to be a tattoo artist. but for who? No one likes my art." I confess. " I do, and others would too, if you showed off a little " he stated. " to who? No one cares about me,kids at school hate me, even my own parents called me a worthless waste of space." I say as tears threaten to fall, I stand up and run to my room.

I hear his boots thundering up the stairs as I reach for my metal friend and touching it to my skin. But before I could move the blade, Andy knocks it from my hand, causing it to clank onto the floor." Stop that, please" he says softly, grabbing hold of my wrist." I can't stop Andy, it's the only thing that helps"  I choke out through my tears that are pouring out now. He wraps his arms around me, allowing me to cry into his chest. " Y/N, the next time you want to do this, cut me instead" "what? No, I can't hurt you like that" " but you do. Every time you hurt yourself, you hurt me" he says while tears start to seep from his eyes.

" the pain helps me forget" I state sadly, moving to sit on my bed. " forget what? " he ask, sitting down next to me." Everything. My life, my parents. Not being loved"

His eyes widen in pure shock. " stop right there, y/n, you are loved " " by who" I ask looking deep into his eyes. " by me, don't you see, you're more than a friend to me. I love you, Y/N"  " really?" "Yes" he  whispers before leaning close and connecting his lips with mine.

" I love you too, Andy " I whisper back. Before he gently pushes me onto my back. " I will show you that you are loved" he says before climbing on top of me and kissing my lips again.

I'm not invisible after all.