Andy Biersack's sister

Chapter 3- Trouble

May's P.O.V
I got up and showered. I dried my long black hair and brushed my teeth. I got changed and pulled a hood over my head. I got £2.20 to buy the new Kerrang! because it was a MIW special this week. I left the house, not bothering to tell Andy or Juliet. I sauntered to the corner shop and bought the MIW special. I walked out the shop and put the magazine away in my bag. I walked back to the house, when Andy burst through the door.
"There you are! Get in now!" He screamed and pushed me inside.
"Where were you!" Juliet was mad.
I didn't reply.
"Tell us!" They were mad, very mad.
"Why won't you talk!" I cowered down.
At that exact moment, Throne played, signalling someone was calling me.
"Ignore it." Andy coldly spoke.
I left it and looked into his blue eyes.
"Where were you?!" He hissed.
I showed him my Kerrang!
"Why didn't you tell us?" He hissed again.
I shrugged.
"Go to your room. Now." He demanded.
I walked up to my room and sat on my comfortable bed. All I knew was Andy is gonna lift my hood no matter what. I softly sang Na Na Na by MCR and I played along on my guitar. I tried not to be loud, but it was difficult. I managed to be quiet enough for them not to hear me. I was bored and my CD player was gone so I guess this was my punishment. No music. I sighed. Music was my life. Just because I wanted a magazine. Oh wait, I didn't mention I got distracted in the CD aisle. I'm sorry, there was a sale, and Motionless in White's new CD was there. And BMTH's.And maybe the others.I heard the door open.
"Hey May, you know Andy was stressed." Juliet rubbed circles on my back.
Like he'd be stressed for me if he knew who I was.
"Say now, you got hurt and they stole you hoodie, Andy or me wouldn't recognise you when we look for you, and we can't tell the police what you look like." She frowned.
I just nodded and she kept frowning.
"You need to show us what you look like, we're not gonna hurt you." She smiled sympathetically.
You won't. She went to lift my hood but I turned away again.
"Come on. I won't judge." She spoke.
No. You'll tell Andy. She tried again but I just got off the bed and walked over to the other side of the room.
"May." She was getting mad.
It was pretty fun getting Juliet mad, but not Andy. She walked up to me and grabbed my hood. I grabbed the other side and I pulled down and she pulled up. Thanks to my manly strength she gave up.
"I'm going to lift that hood one day." And she left.
"One day." I chuckled.

Andy's P.O.V
"Any luck?" I asked.
"No." She murmured.
I sighed and hugged her. We ate food together while May did her own things.
"Do you think we got the wrong one?" I asked.
"No. She's definitely got a fun side to her. I heard her and Riot laughing. That's all I heard though." She smiled.
I hugged her and we watched Batman together. There was something about May that felt familiar.

May's P.O.V
I was behind Andy and Juliet. We were watching Batman and I love Batman, I can't believe they didn't invite me. Then again, I'm grounded I think, because I haven't had food and my music player is still gone. I heard Andy mumble.
"Let's go to bed."
"Okay." Juliet murmured back.
I quietly ran up the stairs which was near impossible and I got ready for bed. I locked my door and went to bed. I heard the doorknob turn, but then I heard Andy.
"Must've locked it. I'll get the key." I heard his footsteps fade away.
I grabbed my new hoodie and put it on and hid my face. Andy unlocked the door. And he did something that shocked me. He kisses my forehead and said goodnight. He's never done that. I bet if he knew who I was, he wouldn't do that. He locked the door and left me to sleep. I fell asleep pretty late.
-dream-
It was pretty late, and I couldn't see anything
"Andy? Juliet?" I called, but no answer.
I started to get scared.I've never been alone in the dark dark. I went back to bed, when someone entered my room.
It was Andy. I quake with fear when my hood wasn't up and he did what he did to me when I was young. He hit me again. This time we were older but I couldn't find the courage to defend myself. He grabbed me by my shirt and threw me across the room.
"Still as disgusting." He spat.
He left the room and locked it, as I silently sobbed, terrified because that is nowhere near his worst.
-end-
I woke sweaty and I was breathing heavily. It was 4:31am. I got my razor and cut. I needed to relive my stress. When I calmed down, I cleaned my cuts,lied down to sleep and, eventually, fell asleep. This is why I have trust issues.

Can I just say, to everyone who knows me irl, this isn't based off me.also I think cutting is stupid (as in a don't harm ur beautiful body way. I understand what it feels like) but this is just for the story. Also a reminder that if you're struggling with self harm and depressive thoughts, you're not alone and never will be. Stay strong, you can do this