W H O . . ?

Me

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CUSSING, MENTIONS OF EXPLOSIVES AND GUNS

That was all that Keith felt. He was scared. And it didn't help seeing this ginger with a gun in his pocket. Pico took the gun out of his pocket, seeing Bf's eyes widen, and tossed it away from them. This calmed Keith down a bit but he was still shaking and looked like he was going to cry.

"What are you d-doing here?" Pico said, trying to ignore what happened the other night. Failing, obviously.

"E-excuse me, sir. D-do we...know each other?" Keith said confusion overtaking his fear.

Pico was shocked. She was right. He really HAD forgotten everything. Pico was devastated. Tears welled from deep inside and fell down his cheeks. He dropped to his knees. Keith immediately, almost instinctively, ran to his side to comfort him.

"H-hey hey, Its okay. Im just...confused about whats going...on..." he trailed off, seeing the expression on Pico's face, he had somehow made it worse.

"I mean, for all I know, I could know him. I just can't seem to remember anything! He could be my best friend! I wish there was someone I could call. I could try my girlfriend, but I don't remember how kind she is, or if she's kind at all..." Keith was thinking, mumbling a little bit, too distracted to realize that Pico had stopped crying.

*PICO'S P.O.V.*

Broken.

That was all I could feel.

Breaking.

MY heart.

Cracking.

MY soul.

Shattering.

MY mind.

Blown into pieces.

And anger

Lots and lots of anger.

Ready to erupt like a volcano.

Ready to blow like a bomb.

Ready to fight like wild dogs.

But not for anyone.

Not for Keith.

Not for Layla.

Not for anyone else.

But ME

Blamed.

I should be blamed for what has happened.

I should be punished for this.

I should be KILLED for this.

But no one will do it.

Not Keith.

Not Layla.

ME.

I have to do it.

I have to.

I HAVE TO.

Sorrow.

Most of the anger is covered.

By sorrow.

Like an emotional roller coaster.

Like being in an ocean, waves of sadness wash over me.

Like a mountain to scale.

It's shattering.

Feel.

That's how I feel.

Broken.

Breaking.

Cracking.

Shattering.

Blown into pieces.

Like a volcano.

Like a bomb.

Like wild dogs.

Blamed.

Sorrow.

Anger and Sorrow.

Like a roller coaster.

Like being in the ocean.

Like a mountain.

Shattered.

Feel.

That's how I feel.

ME.

It goes dark.

*KEITH'S P.O.V.*

A very tall guy had saw me panicking by the ginger. I had realized that he had stopped crying and then I tried to get him to look up but he wouldn't move and then he just passed out! So I started freaking out more and the tall guy came up to me and asked what was going on. His voice was kinda glitchy and when I say he was tall I mean he was TALL.

But, anyways, I told him what happened and he called someone. And soon enough a girl, with very curly, dark locks had shown up in a vehicle and the tall guy picked up the ginger, got in the car (somehow) and told me to get in. I did. Only realizing what kind of danger I could be in. Oh, shit.

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