Changes are Cruel // Vikklan

Chapter 11

The patter of my feet sounded loudly through the halls. My crying had yet to stop, leaving me breathless and my heart beat to be relentless with its heavy pounding.

I rounded several corners, vision blurry from salty tears. I was relieved when a figure stood at the end of the hall. I continued my pace, begging it was anybody that could help. Anybody that could save me from Mitch's wrath.

The figure had turned around, hazel eyes wide as I neared. "Vikk!" I yelped, crying harder with unforgiving sobs. In his arms I ran into. He embraced me as I shivered in his arms. "Sh, sh, what happened?" I began to tremble and hugged him tighter, crying into the crook of his neck. "M-Mitch." I whimpered barely above a whisper.

I was pulled away from his strong touch, forcing me to lock eyes with him. He gasped, running his thumb kindly down my cheeks, which I winced to. "Your cheek; it's bruised." His tone soft and gentle. I nodded vigorously, biting into my lip. "He beat you, didn't he?" His tone had grew more furious by every passing minute that I shattered in his path. "He t-tried to make me g-give you back to him." I whined, closing my eyes tightly and hanging my head. "I r-refused."

I felt strong, warm arms holding me tightly against his body, providing me needed support and warmth. I melted within his touch. I don't know why, but I felt safe with him. It was like I could do anything, and he would support me. It's funny how not too long ago, Vikk was my bully that beat me senseless. Now, I have such a growing pain to have him by my side everyday of my life.

"Lachlan, you get back here you fucking bitch!" I heard echo through the halls. In yet another swift movement, Vikk had pushed me behind him. That is when Mitch rounded the corner and stopped in his place. "You won't hurt him." He growled, standing proud in front of me.

Mitch seemed amazed that Vikk was here. I wouldn't blame him. I began to back away to the nearest wall, blocking out their yelling and insults. I cowered against the blue, brick wall. I collapsed to the ground, my knees to my chest and arms wove around my legs.

What if they fought? I couldn't bare to see them in pain because of me. I am the reason Vikk betrayed his friends for me. I shouldn't be alive, I see that now. I only cause-this! I whimpered as I sunk further against the wall. Vikk and Mitch were face-to-face, sizing each other up. Then began the punching and kicking.

I watched in fear at the two fighting one another. I jumped to my feet and yelled with complete horror etched in it, "Don't fight!" The two stopped and stared at me, bruised faces and bloody noses. Mitch suffered a puffy, black eye. Vikk had a split lip and a crooked nose; it must be broken. I shivered at their stares, letting my head hang as tears fell down my cheeks. "Don't leave your friends for me. Go to them. They had you first. I won't be here long anyways." My voice sounded raspy and broken.

A breathy sigh escaped my mouth as I sobbed out, wiping my eyes frantically to free myself from tears; which didn't work. I heard whispers, feeling like they were about me. My heart was frantically beating, pounding against my chest relentlessly. I could barely breathe with my gasping self. I shook my head and turned, running. I didn't look back. I heard no footsteps. They had given up on me. I knew I wasn't worth it.

I rounded many corners and finally stopped, standing against a wall firmly. The world felt cruel and dark. It was like the world had seized spinning, dangling mindlessly in the void we call space. All fell so silent. I became blinded by tears. Stumbling around, I finally gave in to the fact I am no one. I didn't deserve to breathe the air anyone desired, craved, and needed.

The hope to keep moving is no where near. I caused you to break up, fight, and move apart from one another. I didn't want that..I never wanted it. Why cause someone else pain? I just don't see the point in me living anymore. Vikk is truly the only thing I have anymore. He wouldn't care if I did leave. He has the group to help him through my death.