Come Back, A Vikklan FanFic

Chapter 17 Inner Demons

Note, I suck at writing cute and fluffy stuff. I tried :P

Rob POV

We finally make it to Chipotle, but it takes about twenty minutes to order our food because of the line. Usually when Preston and I come here, the line is much shorter. I guess everyone likes getting food on Thursdays.

We eat outside. It is so peaceful, the wind light, like a feather. I take a glance at Preston, the wind moving his hair slightly. He is so handsome. I don't deserve him at all, he deserves someone much better than me, yet he stays. I need to make it up to him, somehow.

I wake from my daydream by everyone laughing. I give them a questioning look, but they just laugh harder. I guess I will never know. Once we finish our food, we decide to go to the park. It is a ten minute drive from Chipotle. 

We get there and I run over to the swings. I may be twenty-three, but I love the swings. Mitch and Jerome get out next and walk over to the slide. Mitch gets in Jerome's lap and they slide down together. They look so cute.

Preston sneaks up on me and grabs my waist. He puts the swing to a stop. I turn around and he plants a kiss on my lips. Since he is too caught up with the kiss, I lift him up and spin him around, earning squeals. I just laugh and sit back down on the swing, him now in my lap curled up. 

I take a glance at Lachlan, and he catches my glance. A sad smile dances across his face. I look back at Preston, and he is eyes are closed, his breaths are long and relaxed.He looks so adorable. I carry him bridal style toward Lachlan.

"What's on your mind, Lachlan?" I ask. 

"Oh, it's nothing." He replies. It is obvious that he is lying, but I decide not to push him to tell me. 

"Well, just remember, if you need to talk to anyone, you can talk to me. Okay?" I ask. He nods, walking over to the monkey bars. What in the world is on his mind?

Lachlan POV 

 Why can't I just let it go? Why can't I just find someone else to love? Why did I have to fall in love with someone who died? And most of all, why can't anyone notice how much I am suffering? It's as if I am a ghost.

I should just tell Rob, but I feel like he doesn't really even care. Why would anyone care about me? I am just a waste of space. Besides, I bet that if I were to die, everyone would be happy. I would be happy. I would be able to see Vikk again.

You should do it. You have so many reasons to do it. Just one, deep cut into your wrist, and all the pain will be over. No one would care. They won't have to take care of a fat, depressed, bitch anymore, and you can see Vikk. Win win situation. 

Just do it! (References. XD)

That is it. I am going to try tomorrow. The inner demons are too strong, and I will make sure no one can save me. If they do, I will keep trying, over and over again until I am dead.