Phlegmatic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 20

(Okay, so, if your confused, currently Lachlan has injured his head and has blacked out. He has been out for an hour now. That doesn't mean good news. Vikk is ready to jump, and the group is arguing.)

Vikk's POV

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to jump. I was ready to slip my fingers from behind me, ready to tip right into the freezing current.

He needs you.

I took a sharp inhale of cold air as I ruffled my hair for the last time I would feel the silky black locks.

He will be right after you.

I let my dark, brown orbs scan the landscape a last time. This would be my last glance of life; of beauty. A last inhale of the sweet, yet intoxicating scent of today's air.

Don't jump.

I felt my grip loosen, my breath hitched within my throat. Here we go; my last look on life. The last hug I would receive from earth's loving touch.

Mitch's POV

I collapsed on the floor. Everything spun around me. My breathing hitched as a high pitched siren sounded in the distance, beyond the house's walls. My eyes widened. Without a word, I was out the door, my hand covering my mouth as an ambulance sped past.

I heard shuffling behind me. Everything felt like it was falling. I couldn't move, I could barely breath. My bones felt broken, wishing for my downfall. Wishing that I would collapse and smash into the concrete.

I felt my hand involuntarily grip over my lips harder. Only two names would come to my mind as I thought who the ambulance was called for.

Vikk

Lachlan

Preston's POV

I did care. I wanted to care. I was afraid to speak, in fear of the others downing me. I was on Mitch's side, no excuses about it, I just couldn't speak my opinion. It was like the urge to tell my opinion was there, but my brain said to hold it back.

I nervously rubbed my hands through my hair as Mitch stormed out of the room after having an argument with Jerome. We would never expect that. They were always so close.

I looked over at Jerome, who looked so dazed. I heard the smash of a heavy object falling. I was nearly on my feet to rush towards it, when the blaring sounds of an approaching ambulance rung through the air beyond the house. I rushed to the front door, Mitch already on the sidewalk with his hand clutched tightly to his mouth.

I looked up just in time to see the white and blue-like van race by, it's lights flashing brightly. "Vikk..Lachlan.." I whispered, instantly regretting not speaking up. I regretted being so silent, knowing Mitch was dieing on the inside and we did nothing. How cold could we be? We could have saved them..I knew the ambulance was for one of them, but who?

I watched Mitch wobble on his legs, him looking suddenly weak and sick. I barely caught him as he plummeted towards the cement. His eyes locked with mine, a nervous tingle setting in. "You did care?" He whispered, barely audible. I nodded, biting my lip.

I heaved Mitch up to his feet, having my arm around his shoulder to make sure he was stable before I let him stand alone. "I cared from the start. I was in fear of being downed." I whispered back. My stomach was churning and twisting. He didn't speak, only a small smile crossed his face. I watched as it faltered before he shoved away and let his gaze land on his feet. "Lets just wait until the call..We will know who it was then."

I began to turn to head inside when I was met with Jerome and Rob. They stared blankly. I shoved past, Mitch in tow. It was shameful how they didn't care, or did they actually care; to afraid to admit it?

I tripped on the doorway into the living room, falling to the ground with a loud huff. I slid my arms under me, heaving myself up and onto my knees. I stared at my lap, my legs shaking. I held my hands out, my palms sweaty and shaking as well.

"Get up." I lowered my head at that voice before I slowly stood and kept walking until I was against a wall and leaning my back against it. I let my body slide down it to the ground, curling my arms around my legs. Why was Jerome and Rob being so cold hearted? Rob didn't have to say that so coldy. He could have at least helped me, but instead he tells me to get up. Get up my ass. I have the right to take as much time as I wish to stand after falling. I'm not on Rob time.

I mumbled incoherent curses to myself as I let my gaze stay plastered to the top of my knees. Rob was glaring, Jerome doing the same. Mitch scampered over to me, sliding down beside me. "What is up with them?" I felt his hot breath against my ear as he whispered. I could barely manage a shrug as I rested my chin on my knees.

"I highly doubt that ambulance was for either of them. They are fine! Trust in them and stop acting like emo girls!" I stared up at the two, a cold glare burning into them. How dare they make such a selfish comment? "Fuck. Off." I growled. "Did Preston just cuss?" Jerome whispered to Rob, not so quietly. "Let me repeat myself; Fuck. Off. You selfish pricks!"

It went silent with nothing but the anger rising in the glares we all exchanged between us all. "Don't talk to me like that." Rob demanded coldly. "Don't talk to you like that? Don't talk to me so rudely then! Can't you just get it through your thick skulls that our friends have most likely commited suicide. Does that say nothing to you?" I yelled, my teeth clenched tightly.

Once again, it was silent. The only thing that knocked us from our stare off, was my cell phone ringing in my pocket from an unknown number. With a deep and hollow breath, I answered it. "Hello?"

Nothing is the same. My breaths are hollow and this place is dark. I can sometimes see a light, but I run away. I am not ready to leave. I haven't even made up to Vikk yet! I can't leave! He deserves, before I pass on, to know that I care; that I love him more than the galaxy can hold. He is my everything.