It's Called Warped Because Hell Was Already Taken

“I can barely move, I’m fucking sorry.”
I watched as Andy dropped the microphone and walked off stage. His steps were slow; forced.
Poor thing.
I bent down to pick up the microphone and addressed the crowd.
“BVB Army?” I called out.
The cheering quieted down, attention on me.
“I’m sorry but we’re going to have to cut the show short. Seems like someone forgot to take his pain medication today and I think it’s best if we don’t push him. I apologize for this, but we’ll all be at the signing this afternoon.”
I smiled at the crowd, handed off the microphone, and walked off stage.
“Where’s Andy?” Jake asked.
I looked around, I assumed he had gone for a cigarette.
“Probably smoking; and hopefully getting his pain killers.”
“Okay.”
I leaned against the wall of the stage we had just played.
KIA Soul was written in big letters, notifying fans where it was.
“Hey Jinxx.”
Christian was walking towards me, a big smile on his face.
“Hey.”
A drop of guilt coursed through my body as his grin widened. What was I doing?
Leading him on, that’s what.
I didn’t love CC, honestly, I loved Jake.
Yet I was still engaged to Sammi.
Why do relationships and emotions have to be so fucking difficult?
“What’s wrong?”
CC was standing in front of me, his bright eyes filled with worry.
“Nothing.” I sighed.
“I know what will make you feel better.” he smiled.
He leaned in, kissing my lips softly. After a second he pulled away, a faint blush on his cheeks.
“What the fuck?” I heard Jake mutter.
“Jake!”
Crap.
Now he’s going to think I love CC instead of him.
“What about Sammi?” he asked slowly.
Oh, right.
Why do I keep forgetting about my Sammi Doll?
“I…I don’t think I love her.” I admitted.
Christian’s face lit up, but Jake’s dropped; contorted by a new emotion.
“Jake?”
“Nothing.” he looked down at the ground. “I just thought you loved…m-never mind.” he whispered.
I sighed.
It’s now or never.
“Christian?” I began. “I, I don’t love you.”
“What?”
“I don’t love you.” I repeated. “There’s someone else I love more.”
My gaze flashed to Jake’s for a second but I didn’t let on it was him.
“You mean…you used me?”
No!
“Of course not CC! Don’t think about it that way. We were drunk, things happened, but I would never use you!”
Tears were filling up in his eyes, dear god.
“C-”
“Fuck off.” he interrupted me, giving me the finger.
I watched as he walked off, probably in the direction of the bus. Damn it, I was supposed to act like the bands caretaker, not cause things to fall apart.
I couldn’t get Andy to talk to Ashley.
I couldn’t get Ashley to come to a damn show.
Now I couldn’t even get CC to hear me out!
I’m failing.
“Well, I guess we better head to the signing.” Jake cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Yeah.”
We walked halfway across the venue towards our signing tent.
“You better call Andy and Ashley.” Jake advised.
“Right.”
See? I couldn’t do anything right anymore.
I didn’t even know where my own sister was half the time!

“Well?” Jake asked once I put my phone away.
“Ashley’s phone is dead, and Andy isn’t picking up.”
“Let’s go find them.”
“Okay.”
We still had another half hour until the signing, so we could use the time to look for Andy.
Hopefully convince CC and Ashley to come back.
Especially Ash.
I hadn’t heard from him for awhile, but I assume someone else had.
“We need to head back to the signing.” I remarked, checking my phone twenty-five minutes later.
“Yeah…I’ll try calling Andy this time.”

An hour later, the signing was finished.
Andy never showed up, let alone answer his cell phone.
Ashley didn’t pick up either.
Christian didn’t answer me, but he did reply to a text from Jake, so at least he’s okay.
“Where the fuck is Andy?”
“I don’t know!”
We reached the tour bus, checked inside.
No trace of Andy, Ashley, or CC.
Why the fuck is everyone suddenly disappearing!
“I saw Zack…” Jake spoke up.
“What?!”
“When we were walking to the tour bus. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed pissed.”
“Now you decide to fucking tell me?” I demanded. “Jake! We need to find Andy! Zack could be looking for him! Or worse!”
Fuck!
See what I mean by not being able to do my “job” properly? I can’t keep track of anyone these days!
“Let’s go look for him!”
“Okay, okay!”
We spent the next hour frantically running around venue, asking fans if they’d seen him, and calling his cell phone.
Nothing.
“What are we going to do?” Jake asked.
“I don’t know! Jon is going to kill us if anything’s happened to Andy!”
“Try calling him again.”
“Okay.”
I selected Andy’s number from my contact list.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four rin-
“Hello?”
Fucking thank you!
“Andy?” I probably sounded desperate.
“No, this is Kellin.”
“Kellin? Where’s Andy!” I asked.
“…the hospital.”
“Why the fuck is he at the hospital? What happened?”
“Why don’t you guys come up here and then I’ll explain everything.”
We hung up.

We took our tour managers car, a sleek silver Malibu.
“Can you drive any faster?” Jake complained.
“I would, but Jon would have a conniption if we crashed his car.”
“True.”
After running a couple red lights, we reached the hospital.
We ran in, rushing to the receptions desk.
“Yes?”
She seemed slightly started.
This wouldn’t be the first time our war paint threw off the personnel.
“We’re looking for Andy Biersack.”

After a few minutes we were directed to a room three corridors down. They seemed endless, but we finally reached Andy’s room.
“Andy?” I called out, stepping in.
He was propped up in a hospital bed, fast asleep.
At least I hope he was asleep.
Comatose.
The worse rang in my head, no it can’t be possible.
We weren’t the only ones in the room.
Kellin and Bailey were there too.
“Kellin! I just want to thank you! If it wasn’t for you, he could be dead!” I hugged him tightly.
“It wasn’t a problem. Actually, you should be thanking your sister for finding him.”
Needless to say, I couldn’t stop thanking both of them.
I just hope he wakes up.

Opening my eyes, I squinted to the bright light.
Ugh.
Never spend the night at a hospital, especially if you’re confined to a molded plastic chair.
I stretched, trying to loosen my sore muscles.
Kellin and Jake were still asleep, Bailey sprawled across a more comfortable chaise lounge.
In the midst of this, I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.” I called out quietly, not wanting to wake up the others.
“Hey.”
“Ronnie!”
He walked in, dark circles under his eyes. Three stitches on the right side of his face, but otherwise he looked okay.
Following behind him was Ryan.
“Hey Ryan,” I smiled at him.
“Oh, hey Jinxx.”
“What are you guys doing here?”
“Ronnie just got checked out this morning. They wanted to keep him overnight for observation.”
I checked the time, it was after noon.
We should be opening Warped in Oregon already.
“Yeah, and we found out Andy was here and decided to check on him.” Ronnie added. “How is he?”
“Not awake yet.” I sighed.
I peered at Andy’s still frame.
His lip was stitched up, parts of his face bandaged up. His ribs were in worse condition, and most likely a concussion.
Ronnie was looking worried.
“He’ll be fine.” I assured them.

In the next hour, Kellin, Jake, and Bailey woke up.
“Morning.” Kellin was smiling sheepishly for sleeping in so late.
“Guys!” Bailey called out.
“What?”
“I swear, Andy just moved!”
We crowded around him, noticing how his fingers curled and his lips twitched.
“Andy?” I called softly.
Another minute later, he opened his eyes.
I would have given anything to see those baby blue eyes open and finally they were!
He muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t hear.
“Speak up Andy.” Jake advised.
He scanned the room, smiling when he caught sight of Ronnie.
Then, he frowned.
“Where’s CC?”
“That’s…a long story. He’s back at the tour bus.” I grimaced.
He kept silent for a second.
“Ashley…” he breathed.
“I’m sure he’s back on the tour bus with CC. Or maybe with Danny and Ben.” I assured.
He shook his head, tears welling in his eyes.
“No…” he swallowed. “Ashley’s dead.”
I swear my heart skipped a beat.