Feel (Kellic)

Chapter 26

Hi yes it's been a while but I was on a road trip to San Diego, all the way from Canada. I went to warped tour and shit, so I was pretty busy. Still can't get over how great warped was, holy shit. But anyways, here's a long overdue chapter that's a little more of a filler. The next chapter is going to be a little more... Stuffy..? Lmao

Ps: This chapter was supposed to be a lot better, but I got tired of writing it, so it's cut short, unfortunately. Also, this book is coming close to the end, just saying

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Chapter 26

Kellin's POV

I wake up in a sweat, like I have been for a few weeks. I keep having the same dream; being alone in the middle of the ocean, drowning. I am dying, suffocating on the salty water, feeling it pull blood vessels into my lungs, drowning me in my own blood and the dark waters.

I haven't told anyone that the same dream returns every night. Things have been exceptionally off lately, but my relationship with Vic has seemed to start kicking off and Frankie and I talk a lot more frequently.

There's something wrong though.

I pull the blankets from around my waist, going to the bathroom to forgo my regular morning routine. Today is Saturday. Vic said since things have calmed down (but have they really?) and he wants to take me on a date. Which is extremely sweet, but the dreams have been leaving me feeling sick and the atmosphere seems wrong. I don't know how he doesn't notice it.

In all honesty, I'm terrified of going on a date with Vic. I still can't believe he's my boyfriend. What the fuck was I thinking, getting into a relationship with a ghost boy? I'm insane. I'm mental. This really shouldn't be happening. I want to say that I hate it, I hate the fact that I have finally given into my feelings for the brown eyed boy, but I can't. I actually like it. It makes me feel human.

After showering and finding clothes, my phone buzzes with a text. I don't even question who it's from; mystery song links come every morning now. I still want to know who is sending them, who could possibly know things about me. But I've come to the point where I've realized I may never know.

I listen to the song while fixing my hair, and once that's done, I sit in the middle of the bed. The song seems to talk about everything feeling weird; the air, the dreams, even the people are acting stranger than usual. It's spot on.

I play with the sheets under my hands, staring at the wall. I'm nervous for this date thing, really nervous. Vic even talked to Mr. Davis to allow him to take me out. Ever since the little run away stunt he pulled, the staff has been very wary about where we are. I hate that. I like it better when they never knew where I was, when they didn't bother to look for me. I felt free.

Vic said he would be around by three, and it's already 2:30. I slept in quite long, but my night was restless and I couldn't get out of the dream. I sigh, looking around for something to do. I read all the books sitting in a pile on the floor. I then notice the old newspaper lying on my desk; I recently took it out to just look at it. I never actually fully read it.

I get up, picking up the newspaper and flipping through it. It really makes no sense; there's barely a thing about Vic's suicide in here. I never really questioned it. It must have something to do with his brother maybe.

I land on something that makes the breath catch in my lungs. My hands grip the fable newsprint. The headline is blunt and simple:

Two Unexpected Deaths

I stare at it, my eyes skimming the column. It talks about a bridge, a girl and her friend, a boy. At night. My hands begin to shake as I start reading, not aware that there was ever an article about Hayley's death in the newspaper. But two deaths..?