Who Will Fix Me Now? (Kellic)

Chapter 7

*Present day*

"Kellin, it's time for your session with doctor Fish." Said Jenny, doctor Fish's secretary. I nodded, got up from my seat in the waiting room and walked into Fish's office. He looked at me as I entered and sent me a small smile which I returned.

"Hello Kellin, you look much better than last time. Did you get any sleep or was it just another sleepless night?" He wanted to know as I made myself comfortable in the chair on the opposite side of table.

"I slept for maybe two hours and I'm actually feeling a lot more alive than last time." I told him truthfully. He nodded, writing it down.

"Are you ready to talk about you and Vic?" He asked and I nodded. "Alright, so do you know anything about the drugs Vic used to take?"

I nodded once again, gulping loudly.

"Y-yeah, I...well, I...at first I thought that they were his, like, I don't know, regular drugs, but I was so fucking wrong. Sorry for the swearing, but I was so stupid, so, so stupid..."

*A month ago*

He was getting out of control, literally. I couldn't even tell what was happening, I was so confused. I thought that when I apologise we would go back to normal, but we didn't. He continued taking them. Every fucking day, I had to watch him come home and lock himself in the bathroom. It was obvious he was doing drugs in there yet every time he walked out he looked pretty much normal, well, as normal as a person can look after sniffing drugs or whatever the fuck he was doing with them.

I neraly jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud bash above my head and then Vic's voice, saying, "Fuck". I immediately got up and rushed upstairs as the worst kinds of scenarios flashed through my mind. What if he had hurt himself?

I made it to the bathroom door and turned the doorknob, trying to open it but Vic had locked himself in there. I knocked on the door almost frantically.

"Vic? Please tell me you're okay." I said, placing the palm of my hand on the door. I heard some kind of movement inside and then Vic spoke up. I had never been so relieved to hear someone's voice like I did at that moment.

"I'm fine, go away." He said, brushing me off. It pissed me off a bit but I tried to ignore it as I began talking again.

"Please, just open the door, those drugs aren't the answer, Vic and you know it." I didn't want my best friend to feel like that, like he needed drugs to be happy. It may sound selfish but I wanted to be his source of happiness.

"Kellin, just...ugh, just go." He sounded frustrated at the other end of the door but I was having none of his fucking bullshit.

"I'm not going anywhere until you open the door. We can talk this out, just let me in. I want to help you, Vic. Don't you want me to help you?" He went quiet for a long period of time, the house was so silent I could practically hear the beat of my heart. It was beating quickly, I was afraid of what would happen. I even thought that he had fallen asleep since he wasn't responding nor making any other sounds but then I heard him move. His footsteps were getting closer to the door and my heart was beating so quickly I had a feeling it will leap out of my chest. He unlocked the door and I took a step back. The door the flung open, revealing angry-looking Vic.

"I don't need your fucking help." He spat as he pushed past me and headed for the stairs. I followed him down the stairs, not quite done with the conversation.

"Yes, you do, Vic. I want you to be happy and not for fifteen fucking minutes because of the drugs, I want you to be happy for the rest of your life. Please, let me help you, you're so fucking important to me, you know that." He stood there in the middle of the living room, staring at me with an annoyed expression, his arms folded across his chest. Who the hell was this boy standing in front of me?

"You can't help me, Kellin. Get it through your thick skull already." He yelled, stepping closer to me. I was getting a bit scared of him.

"I don't want to, I just wanna help you get better." I said in barely audible voice. He walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders roughly.

"You. Fucking. Can't." His grip tightened and I yelped out in pain. Vic noticed my scared expression and let go of me. I wrapped my arms around my frame and glared at him through watery eyes. He had a scared look on his face as he stared back at me. "Fuck!" He whispered to himself before he hurried out of the house.

"Vic, what-" I wanted to call him back but he was already gone. I shivered and looked around the room. The atmosphere made me feel uncomfortable. My knees gave up on me and I collapsed to the floor, using the couch for support so I didn't hurt myself or anything. I ended up sitting on the floor anyway, with my knees pulled to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs, trying to keep myself warm. The fire from earlier was long gone and I just didn't have the energy to set up a new one.

I felt lonely and scared. The sun was setting down and I really didn't want to be alone in the house when there was no light. I crawled on the couch slowly, shivering as the cold air hit my skin. I pulled the blanket over my whole body, even over my head, making sure there was no hole for the cold air to get in.

"Fuck it." I whispered, my voice shaky. I yawned and closed my eyes, attempting to fall asleep. I had always thought that sleep makes things better and I was going to stick with my theory. Just then I heard the door open. Vic was back. I sighed in relieve as I felt the couch sink down from the weight of Vic's body. He pulled the blanket off my head, I could see his phone shining at his face as he looked at me with sympathy. I stared back but my face didn't show any emotion, I just stared.

"Kellin, I...I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, I'm such a fucking idiot, I shouldn't have yelled at you, you did nothing wrong. Can you please forgive me?" He asked, his eyes held unshed tears. I didn't even consider not forgiving him, he was my best friend and all that behaviour was only aftermath of those fucking drugs.

"Yeah." I agreed. "But promise me you'll try to get better." Vic nodded furiously and pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"I love you, I love you so fucking much." He whispered, running his hand up and down my back. A grin spread across my lips and I didn't even care if he only said it in a friendly manner because afterall, love is love.

"I love you too."

*****

Okay, just fucking shoot me.

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like two fucking weeks, I didn't want to let you guys down like that but I was just tired all the time and when I wanted to write this chapter I just didn't feel like writing it. I don't know what was wrong with me but I think it's all better now :) I'll try to write another chapter sometime this week.

Once again, I'm sorry. I love you all, my little pumpkins!