[SDMN] Imagines

Random #3

(A/N- This is really sad, I'm sorry 😫 I'm also not using anyone's real name)

I sat against the lockers during lunch checking my social media sites. I went onto tumblr and saw the Sidemen tag had 10+ posts on it. I only scrolled down to one post to see a screenshot of a tweet from Josh.

"I'm really sorry to say Vik isn't with us anymore. He died in a car crash two days ago."

I refused to believe it. I had to though. That's what everyone was talking about. It was the truth, Vik's gone. I dropped my phone and instantly started sobbing. I could feel the hot tears stream down my face nonstop.

"(N) what's wrong?" my friend Katie put her phone away and bent down to me. I buried my face in my hands, shaking my head. I opened my mouth repeatedly trying to speak but nothing would come out. Only a scream in agony. Is this even real life? Is it really happening? Why?

"Noooo!" I sobbed. My other friend Samantha, Sam, came by at the right time. I needed her now more than anything. Correction, I needed Vik now more than anything. "Vik's dead..." I squeaked out. "I hate anyone whoever doubted him, mistreated him, said awful things to him! I hate them!" I screamed. Katie didn't exactly get it but Sam did. Even though none of my friends watched the Sidemen or Pack, she seemed to understand how important they are to me.

No more of Vik's bright smile, happy attitude, helmet boy accent, H2M streams, innocent face, adorable laugh, him wearing animal hats, his 500th GTA video, he'll never turn twenty, never get married, never make another video to help us through our darkest times. The Sidemen and Pack will never be the same without him. Will they even continue?

"Why?! This isn't fair! I don't want to do this anymore. Not if he isn't here. He made me happy. I can't do this. He introduced me to the Sidemen. Vik always had the best puns." I cried. "I need him..." was the last thing I said. I refused to talk after that. The only time my mouth opens is to eat. I no longer have motivation to go on. My role model, inspiration, is dead. I became depressed over this. Never forgiving the world. The most frustrating part is knowing he will never come back. I can't look at a picture of him or listen to his voice. I won't let myself.

But, what would Vik want me to do? He would want me, us, to keep going. Never stop or look back. He loved us so much and will never stop. We are Vik's everything, and he's ours. He would be just as lonely without us. I don't want him to feel this way. I'm going to do this. And I'm going to do it for him. I love him.