The day we met was a once in a lifetime chance. And a life saving experience-on both our parts. Me and Andy Six in the same mall. Now typically, I don't like the whole mall scene, but, today was something special. I was getting tattoos and piercings. I chose my tongue to be pierced as well as angel bites. For the tattoos I wanted 'Property of Andy Six' on my neck just behind the jaw on my right side, a 'tramp stamp' of the Black Veil Brides logo, and just under the jeans line on the front (to be covered even by low-slung jeans) Andy Six's name. We went to the piercing place early; just after the mall's opening; and by the time of my appointment for the tattoos; late afternoon; I could talk normally. (Not like it was gonna do me any good when I actually met Andy.) As I entered the shop, the tattoo artist looked at the Black Veil Brides T-shirt I was wearing and said, "You must be the property of Andy Six." I smile. "That's me," I laugh. He signals me to where he is and sits me down as the friend that dropped me off leaves. She has work and I said I had another friend coming to pick me up later on. We start on the 'inappropriately placed' tattoo of Andy's name. As the guy works, I glance around at the others in the shop. There's only one customer who has sunglasses on; even in the dimly lit tattoo shop; and he looks familiar, yet doesn't. I think about it and think, 'He kind of reminds me of Andy Six.' But then I shake the notion out of my head and blame it on my obsession with Andy playing tricks on me. Once The front tattoo is finished, we move onto the BVB 'tramp stamp'. I listen to 'The Mortician's Daughter" in my head and without knowing, I start humming. When he's done he says, "That's a beautiful song. Black Veil Brides, I'd guess? And I'd like to hear you sing it after we get done." I smile. I turn back around and let him work on the 'Property of Andy Six' tattoo and I hear "The Mortician's Daughter" again. Faint and a capella, but I know I hear it. I just can't place the origin. Or is my obsession getting the better of me again? Once it's finished, he takes me into the back room so can I look in the mirror and check them out. They all look perfect. Suddenly, he grabs ahold of me and covers my mouth. "Now it's time to hear that pretty little voice of yours scream." He gags me and pulls off my jeans. He strips me of everything else and binds my hands behind my back. I'm forces into a corner and he licks at my nipple. "17... You're a young one. Probably not a virgin though. Unless you're waiting on your beloved Andy Six to take it for you," he laughs at that. It's true that I'm 17 and a virgin, but that's because all the guys I know are assholes. This one included. He sees a tear fall. "Oh, you WANT something to cry about?" he asks. He bites down on my left nipple hard enough to make it bleed. I scream but it's muffled from the gag. Suddenly, the door opens and the guy I thought reminded me of Andy stops midway through the question "Everything okay?" seeing that it obviously isn't. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" he yells and the sunglasses come off. It's only now that I understand that he IS Andy Six. He lands a hard kick to his gut and knocks him into the mirror; which shatters. He doesn't move and we guess he's unconcious. Andy ungags me and unties me and I blush as I realize I'm naked in front of THE Andy Six. And he's staring. "C-can you... Um... T-turn around?" I ask. He looks flustered. "OH! Uh, yeah! Sure!" He does and I get dressed. He calls the cops and after they get done questioning us, Andy comes over and asks me the one question that no one had thought to ask me before. "Are you okay?" I blush. "Y-yeah... It's not everyday that I'm saved by THE Andy Six. What about you?" I look down to my left realizing that it was a bit of a stupid question. He wasn't even touched by that guy-except where the shoe connected with the guy's stomach. He laughs. "Sorry... Kind of a stupid question..." I say. "No, it isn't. And I'm worried. And when I walked into this shop, suicidal. But, what I just saw... It made me realize I was stupid for wanting to kill myself," he explains. "Suicidal? What for?" I ask. He smiles. "Calm down. I'm okay now. I woke up thinking that what I'm doing, it doesn't mean shit. It's not, like, anything I'm doing with my time is helpful. I talk about, you know, fights and shit, but at the end of the day, what have I REALLY accomplished? Besides pissing off other bands and BVB haters, nothing. And I do that just by living. I thought, 'Maybe this world would be better off without another all black clothing, leather, and eyeliner wearing singer in a band who isn't helping shit in this world.' But then, as I passed by this shop I saw you go in. Something told me to follow. Don't ask me what; I don't know. But anyway, I heard you singing our song and something told me to sing. I saw you go back with him and something told me that you were headed for trouble. I followed after you didn't come right back out and I listened at the door to find out what was going on. When I heard you scream, I knew right then and there that you needed help. When I came in and saw what was happening I just had to do something. So I... Kicked him. And... I don't know. When I saw that tattoo you got earlier, I realized what I'm doing this for. Fans. Fans like you. If I took my life, I would be hurting them. I'd be hurting you. I couldn't do that. And I saved you, so I have to set a good example. Saving your life just to take mine would be pointless and stupid. And there's a chance that taking my life would result in you taking yours anyway, as well as many other fans. That's the last thing I want. Lives to end because of me." He's silent. "Andy?" I call. "Yeah?" he answers. "Thanks for saving me," I say. He smiles. "No problem." I look at my phone. I missed a text that said the friend's car; the one who was supposed to pick me up; had a total brake failure. Not good. "Shit..." Andy looks at me worried. "What's wrong?" he asks. "The person who was supposed to pick me up is having major car issues." It goes quiet. "You know... I could take you home." I blink. "Seriously?" I ask. "Yeah. You're family'll probably want to know from an outside source that you're okay." My head and heart drop in sync. "Andy... My family died. I'm alone." His eyes go wide. "Well, I don't want you to be alone tonight. So, you're coming home with me. No arguments." I smile as we head to his car. "Wasn't gonna."