Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

9: Kellin

**Kellin's POV**

I talked and talked, yelled and screamed, but even I noticed that in the reflection of the mirror my mouth wasn't moving for some reason.

I figured that it would look to Vic as if I was ignoring him, though I honestly wasn't. I wanted answers just as bad as Vic did. Other answers perhaps, but still...

I sighed in disappointment, got up, and shrugged out of the room. There was no point in trying to communicate with him like this. It just didn't work.

"So you can fuck around with me, but you won't speak to me?" I heard Vic yell after me.

"Oh shut up." I muttered, a little annoyed at the whole situation. And without the intention, I closed the door with a violent push. This whole thing had really taken its toll on me.

If I really was dead, was this it then? Was this what happened after you died? It just didn't seem to make sense, like at all. Then the thought finally occurred to me; was I in fact stuck here? Or was I just here because I wanted to be, because this was my home? I never once left. I never much did anyways, only when I really had to. And lately I hadn't exactly found a reason.

I then decided to walk down to the front door. I took a deep breath as I opened it and slowly walked out.

"See? No big deal." I told myself as I stepped off the porch. I looked around me once more and it was only then that I realized how odd it was how every day was so gloomy and misty. I remembered how the days used to be sunny and honestly way too fucking hot to be true.

"See! I'm not fucking stuck here! But this is my house, and I can leave whenever the fuck I want!" The second my feet hit the road in front of the house, I found myself back in the hallway again, facing the front door.

"No..." I whispered. "That did not just happen."

Another two, maybe three times I attempted to run out onto the road. But every time I found myself somehow teleported back in the house again.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. Desperate for answers, I dropped to the ground and curled up into a ball of misery against the front door. "This isn't happening." I muttered, panicked. "This can't be happening. Not to me. Why to me? What the fuck happened to me? Where am I? What am I?"