Weee! Chapter three!

Disclaimer: I don't own BVB

Andy's POV

It was hard for us to see Andi in this state and know there was nothing we could do about it. And nights. Nights with Andi were horrible. We were all kept awake by her terrible screaming. It hurt us, all of us. Each scream tore through me, seeming to rip through my heart and take a chunk away with it. It hurt to know that the only thing I could as she writhed around, crying out to her mom, was hold her tight and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

As the days went on, Andi seemed to get worse and worse. She stopped sleeping all together, stopped eating. The only thing she continued to do was cut. She didn't talk. She just sat there, staring into space.

I could see that Jake was hurting, not being able to do anything. He tried. Believe me, he tried. We all tried. Our attempts only seemed to push her away even more. Each and every day, she became more and more secluded.

Finally, CC had had enough. It was a sunny morning. I had barely gotten any sleep that night, with Andi screaming all night. I got out of bed and went to shower, got dressed and put my eyeliner on. When I came out, Andi was gone. I walked downstairs, confused, to see that she was at the table. She had a plate in front of her, but all she did was pick at it. Suddenly, CC stood up, knocking his chair backwards.

"That's IT!" He shouted. Andi jolted back, staring up at him with wide eyes. We all had the same expression. "I am so tired of this! God Damnit Andi, EAT!" He screamed angrily. "Stop this!" He exclaimed. "Look, I know you lost your mom. I know you're sad, but that doesn't mean you can stop taking care of yourself!" He said, shoving her plate at her. "EAT." He practically shouted before stomping out the door, slamming it shut behind him and leaving us all stunned.