Chapter 11

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The venue was full of people. We stood in the back and looked towards the empty stage. We wasn't going to play today, just listen to the band we would go on tour with and then fly to Florida with them. 

"I hope they're good. We're going to be stuck with their music for seven months", JJ mumbled. 

"I wonder who it is", Seth said. 

Chris hadn't wrote it up what the band's name was, of course, so we still had no idea who it was. 

The room went all black. The fans started to scream when a voice was heard. "This record is for the outcasts. The following are stories of love, life and never giving in. We are the Black Veil Brides."

It felt like I was made of ice. Black Veil Brides. Fuck… was all I could think. Just my fucking luck. Why had it be them that we would go on tour with? For seven fucking months! Why? 

I looked towards the stage again. There they was. They looked so different. Andy was still tall and thin but with much longer hair and I don't know… looked more grown up. 

Andy started to sing to the music. It was Knives and Pens. The song that made them famous. The song that broke us up. 

"Liz are you okay?" Matt asked. "You look kinda pale… or very pale since you're always pale." 

"No I'm not fucking okay! That's Andy! That's Black Veil Brides! Fuck!" I screamed to them. 

I tried to walk away but couldn't. I was stuck there in the middle of all the fans. 

I didn't listen to the music. All I could think of was the old days. It felt like I was seventeen again and that it was the day Andy left. I felt the depression I'd been in for a few weeks. I felt everything I'd tried for the last three years to come over. 

"The Andy? The guy you were together with?" Joanna asked.

"Yes! The Andy!" 

"Shit…" she said. "Well at least he's hot." 

I glared at her. This was the worst thing that could happen!

They had been playing a few songs without me noticing when Andy said something that made everyone stop screaming. 

"I'm going to tell you all a story", he said with that dark wonderful voice of his that almost made me cry. "A story about the next song. Like most of you know, this is my hometown. When I was seventeen I met this girl that just moved here. She was all I ever wanted and more. She'd been through some pretty tough stuff in her life and was just starting to get over it when I had to leave her for tour. I broke her heart again. I left her all alone And that's something I regret more than I can tell you guys. I haven't heard anything from her or about her at all in three years. All I know is that I never stopped loving her. Not a day pass by without her being on my mind. Even though she isn't here today I'm pretty sure that she's going to see this on the internet. So everyone, I want you to start recording this for me because she needs to hear what I'm going to say next. I'm sorry for everything I've done. If I could undo it, I promise you that I would. Elizabeth White, this song is for you. The Mortician's Daughter!" 

Okay I cried now. But it wasn't because I was sad. Okay maybe a little but mostly because I was angry. He'd waited three years to tell me this? Just when I got over him he had to rip my heart open again? 

"Shit he wrote a song to you!" JJ said. 

He kept on talking but I didn't listen. 

Jinxx walked out on the stage with a violin in his hand that he started to play on. Andy began to sing. 

I open my lungs dear

I sing this song at funerals... no rush

These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush

A baby boy you've held so tightly

This pain it visits almost nightly

Missing hotelbeds I feel your touch

I will await dear

A patient of eternity, my chush

A universal still, no rust

No dust will ever grow on this frame

One million years I will say your name

I love you more than I can ever scream

We booked our flight those years ago

I said I loved you as I left you

Regrets still haunt my hollow head

But I promised you "I will see you again"

Again

I sit here and smile dear

I smile because I think of you and blush

These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss

Fuss is made of miles and travels

When roadways are but stones and gravels

A bleeding heart and counquer every crutch

We booked our flight those years ago

You said you love me as you left me

Regrets still haunt your saddened head

But I promised you that I will see you

We booked our flight those years ago

I said I loved you and I left you

Regrets no longer in my head

But I promised you and now I'm home again

Again

Again

I'm home again

Again

Again

I'm home again 

Damn...

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