Three Months.

Chapter 15

Karla's POV.
kellin and I stood hand in hand watching vics breathing and heart rate. Nothing slowed. My heart was hopeful, and then the heart monitor went from a steady beeping, to slower, to slower, and then silence. we watched vics chest rise and fall in a steady motion, to slower, to slower, and then nothing. I waited for him. I grabbed his hand and started pulling him. I slapped his face as if to bring him back to reality, but he didn't even flinch.
"PUT HIM BACK ON" I screamed.
"I CHANGED MY MIND."
I sank to my knees, pain tearing through my body.
The rest of the day was a blur. I remember signing papers and interviewing for news companies on his death. death. I had never experienced death. my pet hamster died when I was little, and I was sad, but that did not feel like this. Poets describe death as beautiful. death is not beautiful. religious people describe death as the beginning of a new life. I pray they're right. Optimists describe death as the end, but not a bad end. I don't think any of that. death is permanent. death is not only physical, but emotional. with vic permanently gone, I felt a hole in my heart. when he died a part of me died with him. my whole world was completely wrecked.
Kellins POV.
I thought vic would make it. he makes it through everything. But he didn't make it through this. now my best friend was gone. I sent out a tweet, '@piercethevic has passed away. keep all of us in your prayers.' immediately the whole pierce the veil fandom became the my chemical romance fandom. My best friend. gone. I didn't think the reality of it would ever sink in. just then ronnie texted.
'hey man. I just heard about vic. I know it's tough, I went through the same thing with Anthony. well meet up for lunch later.'
I responded, 'thanks ronnie. means a lot.'
my phone was flooded with texts and tweets, fangirls and friends and families. my whole world was torn apart. I knew it couldn't get any worse. right?