Three Months.

Chapter 11

Vics POV.
I thought moving into a castle with karla would make everything better, but the truth is, it's not. When you know you're going to die, life just isn't enjoyable. no matter what you do. Karla and I are getting married tomorrow, and I kind of hate myself for it. I'm going to be married for her for two months and then die. she's 18 and already going to be a widow. another side effect of the Pidricitin is depression. the suicidal thoughts are constantly there, but I don't want to tell anyone about them because I don't want anyone to think they're failing me. I grabbed my old friend the razor blade, and flipped it over a few times in my hand before putting it back in the razor. I hear a knock on the bathroom door and start washing my hands to make it seem like I'm not doing anything wrong. karla walks in and hugs me from behind.
"baby I'm nervous for tomorrow. I don't know how much more my life can change before I just crack."
I held her close, comforting her as best as I could, while silently asking myself the same question. we walked back into our room and she laid down in her bed and I laid down in mine. tomorrow night, we'd be in the same.
Karla's POV.
So I'm in my wedding dress and I look hella gorgeous if I may say so myself. there's no dad to walk me down the aisle, so jaime does. and I'm grateful to hum for it. alysha, jessica, and Erin are my bridesmaids, and jaime, tony, and kellin are vics groomsmen *I can't remember what they're called oops* and Mike is his best man. finally we say our vows and kiss. the party after was so much fun. I can't believe I'm actually married. That night, when vic and I get to our room, we immediately rush to get our clothes off, and dive into our king size bed.
The next morning I wake up next to vic, which was an amazing feeling. he was curled up, his body fitting into mine perfectly. I wake him up and we walk down go get breakfast together. we had waffles and bacon, and it was delicious. Vic is going to the doctor today for a check up, since it's been a month since he was diagnosed with the cancer. all of us are nervous, and when he comes back saying the cancer has decreased majorly, we are all relieved. the doctors said the Pidricitin is working wonders. he also told me he got put on some antidepressants, as the medicine was affecting him. Vic decided to go out with the guys and celebrate, so we said goodbye and he told me he'd be back before long.
it's four in the frickin morning before he gets back.
"Hey baaaaaaabe. let's go it on in our big big bed", he slurred. he was drunk. wasted. mike came in after him, and I yelled at him. "idiot, you know how he is drunk!" mike walked over to me, grabbed a vase, and hit me in the head with it. no one was around to hear me scream. except tony and jaime and the rest of sleeping with sirens. when they walked in, i was praying one of them was sober. none were. jaime is very sexual when he's drunk, jack, justin, tony, and mike are all abusive drunks, and kellin, vic, and nick are just clueless idiots. I was scared. when that many guys are trying to hurt you, they won't stop until they do. and they hurt me bad. I finally was able to lock myself in a closet. the next morning, I heard laughter.
"bro last night was epic!!"
"dude you started flirting with the refrigerator!"
*muffled laughter came from the other room
"what can I say. I reaaally love food."
"gah I have such a bad headache.
I heard footsteps coming down the staircase and vics concerned voice,
"guys, where's karla?"
*silence.
"oh no. i hope we didn't do anything stupid."
I then decided to come out. I walked out of my hiding spot and all eyes were on me. Vic cried out and came over to me. I punched him in the face. my lip was swollen and cut very deep. it would need stitches. I had dried blood across my forehead from a deep gash that hurt like crap from where the vase had shattered. my eye was swollen shut and my wrist was definitely broken. but the worst? tony had grabbed scissors and decided to "play hairdresser". in short, half of my hair was above my ear, and the other half cut sloppily beneath my other ear. everyone stared at me in shock as I ran out. Vic grabbed me, crying. I just looked at him and ran off. I went to the castle medic, and was told none of my injuries were too bad. I didn't feel horrible, but I know I looked it. when it arrived back from the doctor, all the guys had a cake with WE BE SOWWY written across it. they all apologized profusely and swore to never get drunk again ever. and I couldn't help but forgive them. my gash was pretty bad, but could be pretty much helped with makeup. Vics punishment for getting so drunk was he couldn't kiss for me for 3 days because of the stitches, and it killed him.