In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Twenty Two

"What do you mean?", he asked, his voice shaking ever so slightly. I knew that he knew exactly what I meant, though."Vic...", I said softly and pushed up his shirt, "What is this?" He yanked his shirt back down immediately and forcefully, trying to glare at me, "What the fuck?"

I sighed. "You and I both know exactly what I'm talking about and we also know exactly what this is. I want an explanation, though, Vic. I need an explanation." He shook his head.

I was starting to get frustrated - he obviously had serious stuff going on and I just wanted to help him... Or be there - whatever. "Vic, please.", I said quietly, "I just... I just want to understand." Vic squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, I could see that tears were threatening to fall.

"You hate me now, don't you?", he asked me and I almost wanted to laugh at that question. "That's ridiculous and you know it. I could never hate you." He sniffed, "You definitely think differently of me know, though. I know it. I'm not blaming you - I wouldn't particularly want to be with some psychopath-"

I cut him off by leaning forward and pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "Listen", I said as I pulled away, "I don't think you're weird, I don't think you're a psychopath, I don't hate you, I'm not pitying you, I just... I just want to know. You're still the same person, Vic - and so am I." He tried to blink away the tears, causing them to roll down his cheeks and glisten in his eyelashes.

He let out a shaky breath.
"Do you really want to know?"
I nodded.

"This is kind of hard for me to... Talk about.", he swallowed, "So... About half a year ago, I attempted suicide... I failed, obviously. My parents took me to a doctor who diagnosed me with depression, anxiety and a bipolar disorder. I went to therapy for it and got anti-depressants and lithium pills for the bipolar thing. Anyway, people at school found out - don't ask me how - and people started to pick on me a lot. I'm not one for drama, but I'm also not one for just taking everything people give me. So, I ended up getting in quite a lot of fights. My parents didn't know how to deal with it anymore, so we moved. This is how we ended up here. My parents are loving and nice and caring, don't get me wrong, but they're being so overprotective. I go to therapy twice a week, even if it doesn't do shit for me. They insist on it, and every two months I go see a doctor, so he can figure out if I've been getting better or not. I've been trying to stop hurting myself - I know it doesn't solve my problems. Now my parents never stop sending Mike with me wherever I go out, so I don't jump off a bridge or something. Mike is getting really pissed and to be honest, so am I. My parents are just so... Paranoid and... Yeah... I...", he trails off, apparently finishing his story.

So that was why he had been leaving. His appointments had been therapist's appointments. The pills he took were anti-depressants and lithium. I was shocked  and felt really, really bad.

I didn't know what to say. Tears had sprung to my eyes as well, and I sat on the bed, giving him a huge hug. "I'm always here, okay? Call me. Always. I don't give a fuck if it's 12pm or 3am. Call me, whenever you need anything. I'm here, okay? I want you to promise."
I could feel him nod, "I promise."

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A/N; I'm sorry that this is so short (like 666 words) but I'm really lazy and idk.

Anyway I wanted to update at least something

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