I peeled my eyes open, feeling foggy and disoriented. I rolled my head to the left, gasping in surprise.

Two googily eyes stared at me, and then I laughed at myself for being scared over the stuffed white and rainbow colored unicorn. I sighed, wrapped my arms around it carefully—pain engrossing every movement I made—and tried to squeeze it affectionately. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Now, where the hell did it come from?

‘Have a teddy bear!’ The words rung softly in my ears and then recognition filled my mind. Oh! I shot up in my bed, remembering that Jaime Preciado had said those words, and that the rest of Pierce the Veil had visited me, and that Vic Fuentes had serenaded me with beautiful music…

“Ow!” I cursed at myself, tears immediately springing in my eyes.

“It’s okay, honey, lay back down,” I felt my mom softly push me back into the hospital bed as I continued to cry in pain. Every bone in my body creaked whenever I moved, so the sudden movement of jolting up was excruciating.

“What time is it?” I asked, my voice coming out in an unfortunate croak.

“Seven in the morning,” she answered.

“Seven? Mom, when did the guys leave?” I asked, unable to remember saying goodbye, which disappointed me to no end. Her face fell.

“A little past one in the morning. You had another fit and passed out, and they left shortly after to let you sleep,” she said sadly.

I frowned, angry with myself for falling asleep while I was literally blessed by Pierce the Veil’s presence. “Are you shitting me?” I blurted out.

“Savannah Leigh West!” my mom scolded. I sighed.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“They left you letters, sweetie, saying bye,” she said, handing me a few pieces of paper. A smile stretched across my face, pulling at my tight skin—I must have had lost a lot of blood because I could feel my skin hug my cheekbones exceptionally closer than normal.

“This is so nice,” I smiled. “I told you they were amazing, mom,” I said, looking up at her before reading them.

She shrugged her shoulders. “They seem like nice young men. But it’s just a music group, dear, you don’t really know them,” she said, and then I glared at her. How could she say that to me right now?

If she had any idea what I go through on a day-to-day basis, she would understand that they were much more than a damn music group. But she was completely clueless.

I rolled my eyes, but then I focused my attention to the letters. The first one appeared to be from Jaime—and by the peppiness in the “voice”, I really could tell.

Hey Savi! Do you mind if I call you Savi? Cool. Hi Savi. I just wanted to say that I am really glad you are okay, and all. You took an awful spill there, buddy. Scared the literal shit out of me (okay, not literally. Vic is glaring at me as I right this). But, anyway, I’m happy you are okay, and the Doctors say that you will recover fully soon, which is good. It was cool meeting you, and we hope to see you soon! Feel better, and hopefully you can make it to another show!

Love, Jaime

P.S. The stuffed unicorn’s name is Jeffrey. I picked him out; so make sure to take good care of him. Feed him marshmallows. (Vic just slapped the back of my head for writing that (what a hard ass)—good thing I wrote in pen. Muahaha.)

I giggled stupidly at his letter—my mom staring at me like I had three heads. But he was such a goofy character; it made my heart ache with utter happiness, and I couldn’t help but crack up at his silliness. I put it to the side, looking at Mike and Tony’s letters next. They both said about the same things as Jaime but with a little less energy—how sorry they were that I experienced such a terrible accident, how glad they were that I wasn’t dead, how happy they were to be able to meet me. It was all very heart warming, too. I never expected any of this—Hell, I hardly deserved it, anyway.

Speaking of things I didn’t expect or deserve: the mini concert. Ugh. I groaned, remembering what I had said last night about it: “You made me wish I was in a car accident every time you had a local show scheduled, just so you'd do that again!” I couldn’t believe I actually said that to them. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment. After a few moments of wishing I didn’t say stupid things, I looked at the papers, turning my attention to Vic’s letter, next.


Hey, Savannah.
We are really sorry that we had to leave without saying proper goodbyes. We are really, really upset about it, especially because of the condition you were in. I’m not going to lie—it scared me. You started to cough a lot and… Mike just told me not to tell you what happened. Oops. Okay, well, anyway, I just wanted to say that it was really awesome meeting you! Thanks a lot for your support of the band—it means so much to us. I hate that you had to miss the concert, but I hoped you enjoyed the mini acoustic one. It made me smile to see you smile, so I assume you liked it. We had a lot of fun with it. And if it makes you feel better, we dedicated the concert you unfortunately missed to you. So, with that said, us (being us guys, the crew, and all the other fans) hope you get better soon, and we expect you to report back to us on your health very soon. Your mom gave us your Facebook info, and we will be messaging you soon so you can keep us updated. :)
I hope you can make it to another concert, soon!
Speaking of concerts… we will be attending Warped Tour this year... I hope you accept the two tickets and two full access passes we are going to send you!!
By the way, you’re a very pretty girl, and it personally broke my heart to see you so beat up.
Take care,
Vic.

P.S. Please excuse Jaime’s stupidity; you seem like a smart girl, so please don’t try to feed Jeffery—er, the stuffed animal—actual marshmallows. That’d just be awkward.
;)

I dropped the letter in my lap, a million different emotions rushing through my already throbbing head.

I didn’t really know what to think. I didn’t really know how to react. So, I just sat there helplessly as tears dripped irrationally down my face.

“Aw, sweetie!” My mom immediately ran to my side. “What’s the matter?” she asked, wiping a stray tear away.

I shook my head, unable to form words for a moment. “It’s s-so nice,” I said, smiling through my tears. These, I realized, were tears of joy.


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Home sweet home. I sighed, gently plopping down on my queen-sized bed. I still was extremely sore all over, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I mean, I would rather jump around my room in excitement, but that would hurt too much. So, I settled for cuddling with the mass of stuffed animals I received from the guys—specifically Jeffery. I felt like a child, but I also felt very, very cared for. Who would have thought that the guys of Pierce the Veil would go into such extreme measures to make sure one fan—out of thousands—was okay.

I was afraid that my parents would breathe down my neck and want me to be in their presence thanks to me almost dying, but I was relieved to find that they were going to let me lock myself up in my room for the rest of the day—and hopefully the week.

To my relief, high school was no more for me. The official last day was next week, but, given the extent of my injuries, I couldn’t go to school. Being a senior, I didn’t have to take finals anyway, so there really was no problem missing the last week. I wasn’t going to attend graduation (thank God), and the school was going to send me my diploma in the mail. Plus, I was already accepted to the University of San Diego, so I wasn't stressed about missing anything.

I felt a little star struck, to be completely honest. I was no fan girl, but I also was not expecting to be able to hang out with my heroes. I didn’t particularly enjoy special treatment normally—I hated being in the center of attention—but that was… nice. And the fact that I was going to go to Warped and see them again made me unbeatably happy. I didn’t really know what to do with myself. There wasn’t a San Diego date this year—Warped tour 2008—but they were sending me tickets for the Pomona date, which was about two hours away.

I nearly choked on my own breath at my mom’s words.

‘I don’t know, Savannah. You need a lot of recovery time; Warped Tour may not be a good idea,’ she frowned pessimistically. I took a deep breath, calming myself before I blew up on her. I was normally a well-behaved kid, even when I didn’t get my way, but if I couldn’t go to warped tour this year I was going to scream.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me, mom! It’s two weeks away. That’s plenty of time! And it’s free, might I remind you,’ I said, a sour taste on my tongue.

‘I’m just worried about you, Savannah. I don’t want to see you get hurt, again,’ she said sadly.

‘Mom, I’ll be just fine. I promise. Besides, I have two all access passes. Do you know what that means? I have access to everywhere. So if I need space, I will definitely be able to find space,’ I explained, trying hard not to sound like a brat, and trying even harder to keep my tone gentle. It might have stretched the truth a little—who knew what I was going to be able to do with that pass? But, it didn’t matter. I could most definitely take care of myself, especially because I would have a friend with me.

My mom sighed. ‘Okay, Savannah,’ she shook her head. ‘We’ll talk about this later, okay? We still have to figure out how to get you there and all of those details, too,’ she added, being the overbearing mother she was. ‘Go get some rest,’ she nodded to the stairs, so I made my way slowly but surely up the stairs and into my room, not entirely convinced that I won that debate.

I was going to make it happen, though. I was not about to miss another concert. If my parents knew what music in general meant to me, they’d understand my unyielding desire to see them live.

My mom had told me to go get some rest, but that was the last thing I could do, now. Maybe I would fall asleep, but my mind would be busy with dreams about what was in store for me in the next few weeks. I tended to be a serious over thinker, so I kept replaying meeting Pierce the Veil over and over and over again. It helped, knowing that they were there for me; otherwise, I would be stuck thinking about the accident…

Bits and pieces of the crash would invade my mind in terrible bursts, but, for the most part, I kept my mind distracted. I plugged my earphones in, blasting Pierce the Veil’s music, imagining the already perfect songs acoustically, just like the way Vic played them for me.

‘Are the doctors dancing in, while the ambulances sing?’ I flinched when Yeah Boy And Dollface played in my ears—this specific part of the song triggering an intense flashback. This was the last thing I heard before waking up in the hospital… I could almost feel the glass and metal pressed against my mangled body, the warmth of the blood dripping out of my gashes, the way my world constantly flipped around and around and around…

I shook my head, forcing the memory out of my head. The song changed, and I instantly felt better, letting Vic’s singing melt in my heart, Mike’s drumming beat in my chest, and Tony and Jaime’s guitar and bass playing flow through my veins.

I felt momentarily peaceful, like I was floating on thin air. All the pain in my body faded away as I laid still, Jeffrey the Unicorn being my pillow. All of the scary thoughts in my head dissolved as I focused on the music. It really was amazing the effect music had on me. With out it, I would probably be crying in pain. But, now, I was in a blissful state, letting myself fall unconscious as my favorite music serenaded me to sleep.


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Buzz. Buzz.

I sighed, my phone vibrating, interrupting my serene slumber. I picked it up, my mouth dropping to the floor and my heart swelling inside of my chest. I had totally forgotten that he said he was going to do this, and I defintately didn’t expect this to come so soon…

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Notes

SORRY FOR THE DELAY OMG


This chapter was written by Claire :)

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