[Jaime]
I woke up, startled awake by the dream I was having, and let out a sigh. It may have just been a dream this time, but it actually happened before... and it was horrible. I noticed the wetness of my cheeks, and move my hand up to touch it, wiping away the tears.
I was back in... Kellin's house or wherever he had kept us. It was dark, I wasn't sure where we were, and Vic was standing there, telling me things I'd rather not hear.
"You're a fool. I've never loved you, I can't believe you actually thought I loved you." Kellin walks up behind Vic, wrapping his arms around my man. "I love Kellin." That's when I had to start holding back tears. "No one will ever love you." I know Vic, I know. "You should have just killed yourself. But we'll take care of that," Vic smiles, and Kellin holds up a knife, running the blade between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at me, an evil glint in his eyes and a look of enjoyment on his face. He approaches me, and holds the blade to my chest. Vic doesn't move, just watches with an evil smile. Kellin runs the blade along my skin, leaving a trail of red in it's wake. I didn't even flinch, I had done it to myself so many times before. "You're getting what you deserve," I bring my attention back up to Vic, and Kellin moves the blade to my arm. He begins to slice at my wrist, and I can't help but take a sharp breath, clenching my fist in pain. I feel everything start to go black, but I can still here Vic. "You disgust me. Come on Kellin," I hear what I assume is the blade clatter down beside me, and Kellin makes his retreat to Vic. I black out, not able to hear anything anymore.
I get up, out of bed, breathing out a sigh. I retreat to the washroom, something I've become accustomed to at this time of night, and I close the door, not bothering to lock it. I take out my blade, taking a look at my thighs, which are littered with cuts. I run the blade along, creating a few more, but then sigh, because I've pretty much run out of room on my thighs until some heal. I look down my body, deciding on a new place to cut, then think of the fact I have a whole bunch of bracelets I can wear... Vic won't suspect a thing, I often switch from wearing them to not wearing them when we're at home, and a good thing too. I drag the blade along my wrist, creating five or ten cuts, and not feeling enough pain to bring relief. I push harder, digging much further into my skin, and drag the blade along, doing it several times on both wrists, feeling a lot more relieved now. I am bleeding a lot, but I don't think much of it, and when I go to stand up, I go weak in the knees, and collapse back on to the floor, hitting my head on something, and then everything goes black.
[Vic]
I had felt Jaime get up earlier, and I'd been laying awake waiting for him to return, so I could cuddle my Jaime. He was taking unusually long, so, curiosity getting the best of me, I got up to find out what he was doing. I let out a groan as I stretched, almost falling but catching my balance on the bed. I walk out, first looking towards the living room and kitchen, to see no lights on. I walk over to the washroom, and the door was closed. I knock, to receive no reply. I call out Jaime's name and knock again, once again, no reply. I check the door handle to find it unlocked, and slowly pull the door open, calling Jaime's name again. I sink to my knees, tears already spilling at what I see.
"Oh god... oh shit..." My breathing is ragged, and I think to call 911. I get up, quickly making my way to where I know a phone is, and I grab it and bring it back to the bathroom, dialing 911 then putting it on speaker, setting it on the floor. I pull off my shirt, wrapping it around one of Jaime's wrists, then reach for a towel, the nearest fabric thing, and wrap that around his other wrist, trying to stop the bleeding. The 911 operator picks up, and I start to explain my situation, talking quickly and trying to make my voice understandable between the tears.

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Hold On 'Til May - Fuenciado
CasualeMy first attempt at writing a fanfic ;) Vic Fuentes is gay and out. Since he met Jaime Preciado, he's had feelings for the boy, but he's never told him, in fear of it fucking up their friendship and the band. Vic finally tells Jaime, and Jaime rejec...