It was just as I remember it, the elevator wasn't working right but it was useable now. That was nice. I made my way up to the floor that I used to live on with Andy. When I got to the door it was locked we used always keep it opened since this was a low crime neighborhood. I guess things have changed since I was gone, I mean a lot has changed. Andy, my sweet little Andy has become the living dead practically. I went back down stairs to get an extra set of keys from Beatrice. Since I wasn't some stranger she let me have them.
When I got upstairs, I Ashley was kind of afraid of what would be seen on the other side of the door. This would be like CSI or something, ok so maybe not that drastic but you get the idea. I finely got enough courage to open the door. It smelt of heavy drugs and I don't mean like those beginner drugs like Xanax or ecstasy, I mean like exactly what Beatrice said weed and coke. In the living room there were bongs and rolled up dollar bills for snorting coke. It was terrible. I went to the bedroom that was also so awful, used condoms littered the floor, along with the condom wrappers. The bathroom looked like something you would see in a horror movie. Old blood stains covered the tiled walls; razor blades were all over the counter.
I made it to the kitchen when all I saw was a lifeless body of Andy, "Andy no" I cried. Please be alive, please be alive I pleaded in my head. I rushed to where Andy was, blood dried where his wound was. I flipped him over on his back. I checked to see if he had I pulse. He didn't. "Fuck Andy why, why did you do this" I whispered crying to his lifeless corpse. I knew I would have to call 911 but I didn't want to, I just wanted to spend a few minutes with my husband even though he was dead. After I did spend a few minutes him, I did call 911. "Hello 911 state your emergency"
"Hello I found my husband dead when I came to check on him because we did spilt up a year ago, anyway so… yeah" I wasn't really good with phone calls.
"Ok, your address sir" the operator asked
"222 Benson Drive apartment 100 J" I announced.
"Ok Police and paramedics are on their way, sir" the operator said
"Thank you" I sobbed.
About 20 minutes later, I first heard the sirens in the distant. That was a sound I thought I would never be happy to hear. An ambulance and police cars surrounded the apartment building, when the police came up to investigate the scene, they told me to go back down to talk to the detective. I really don't understand why I have do to this I guess its protocol.
A day later…
I turned on the TV in my apartment. The story about Andy was already on the news. "Shit" I mumbled to myself.
"Yesterday police found young Andrew Dennis Biersack dead in his eastside apartment" The news reporter went on. Lies I thought I was the one who found dead in the apartment not the police. "They found marijuana and cocaine, in a stash" they went on again.
"Fuck this" I turned off the TV.
The stories of Andy continued a few weeks after that.
His funeral was so fun (see the sarcasm). It was nice to see his parents again after a year without seeing them.
One year later…
I was walking in the cemetery that Andy was buried at. When I saw it for the first time in a year. I had brought flowers I knew I was going to do this come here and see his grave at least once. "Hi Baby, I miss you so much. I think about you every day. I know that you're in a better place and I'm thankful for that. I love you. And also happy 4th anniversary" I said as I put the flowers on his grave.
"Happy anniversary to you to Ashy" I swear I could hear is voice behind me.
