Through The Eyes of a Black Veil Bride .:1:.

 "We are the unholy. We are the bastard sons of your media culture. Our minds eyes and bodies were born of your exclusion. An illusion you hide behind. You don't love a God, you love your comfort. To you we are filth, we are dirty, so be it. We are dirty and unclean, a congregation of the unseen. Together we will set the world on fire. This is the new religion. Rest in peace Andy. Amen!" The solemn man stepped away from the alter after kissing the rosary that hung loosely around his neck. The black and silver beads almost disappearing within his black suit if it wasn't for the large metal pendant at the end, reflecting his rain tinged tears. Stricken with grief, the gathered crowd could only watch in silence as the speaker made his way over to the closed casket. Not closed because of the rain or out of sheer respect but because the body had been too brutally battered, stabbed six times in the chest with a bloodied kitchen knife. Many had believed it was an act of murder, but detectives discovered something unnerving. The knife had been in the hand of Andy himself.
   
Now, as the rain poured softly down, one women stood out in particular. The lace of her black veil covered her face, collecting rain drops like a freshly spun spider web, as she bowed her head in respect. Behind that veil you would find a pale complexion, high cheek bones, a full set of lips, beautiful deep brown eyes, and none other than the spouse of Andy Biersack. Helena Lee Rush finally lifted her gaze to the rain speckled coffin, only to have fresh tears surge to her eyes and blur her already fuzzy vision. She dropped her head in her hands as the anguish washed over her like a flood. A single wail escaped her lips, a haunting moan that drifted through the silence, drawing the attention of the mass. Each individual looked at her with sorrow in their eyes for this was not the first time Helena had experienced the pain of a widow.
   
Helena had been loftily wedded five times before Andy, each partner coming to a fateful demise. Most pitied her without question. Others looked down on her as bad luck, refusing to associate with despicable scum such as her. Whether it was a curse, malediction, or a jinx Helena feared this phantom would patronize her for the rest of her days. In time this dejected little tale had spread its way around like a disease, making the widow less and less desirable by the minute. This created yet another terror for the desolate future of the poor girl. Even with this thought on her mind she withheld the urge to loose her perfect composure, until the death of Andy had finally broken her to pieces.

Now crying softly to herself, Helena was approached by a friend of Andy's. As Jake walked up and heard her soft whining his sadness only grew, hating that more than one friend had been hurt so recently. He sat down with her to wrap his arms around her and she leaned into his embrace. She was incredibly grateful for the much needed comfort that everyone else failed to give her as there was a circle of empty seats surrounding Helena now.

"Why?" Helena whispered into Jake's clothing, barely audible above the pounding of the rain and the low chatter of the crowd.

"I....I'm sorry?" Jake narrowly caught the question or understood what it was directed at.

"Why. Did he. Have. To go," Her words broken with hiccups in her breathing as she attempted to collect herself enough to speak.

This was enough to make Jake cry, "I'm not sure, Helena. I'm not sure."

When the service had concluded and Helena ventured towards her car, Jake stopped her, knowing well enough she was not in any condition to drive. He then drove her home himself and helped her inside, making both of them coffee. Now they sat in silence at the kitchen table, still grief stricken from the day's events.

"I just can't believe it," Helena was the first to speak.

"I know. It... just isn't right. He wasn't meant to leave. Not now. Not so young," Jake had to agree. A few moments of silence passed before Jake spoke again, "Are you going to be okay?"

"I'm not sure. It will be strange to be in this house alone," Helena thought for a moment before a look of curiosity and uncertainty crossed her face, "Would you stay with me? Just for tonight of course."

Jake thought it would do no harm, "Sure. If it makes you feel better." He flashed his first smile of the day.