Looking for something to bring me out of the darkness...

Its about to fall apart.

Kellin's POV

So, school started yesterday, but I didn't go. Instead I stayed with Vic, I felt like he needed a friend with him. I mean, he tired to kill himself for gods sake, I didn't want him to be alone, especially now.

I'd been staying here ever since Sunday when Vic was admitted. He can go home tomorrow, But he isn't allowed to go to school for a few days. They said he can go next week, because they don't want to put too much pressure on him.

He admitted straight away to the therapist that came that he tried to commit suicide. He then proceeded to say, "The thoughts were in my head then, I didn't know what I was doing, I felt like I was alone. But now, with Kellin. I know I'm not. And i will never be alone again" What he said kept playing in my mind. Did that mean he wanted to be friends forever? Its not that i wouldn't want to be, Its just that, Its weird to think that he's thinking so far ahead... I mean, Vic is a great guy and all, but i just didn't think of him as someone that thinks for the future, I thought of him as someone who just lived for the days, you know?

Anyway. The nurse, Martha, just came in to remove the saline drip from Vic's arm. We spoke for a little while, Just small talk, until she left to go get Vic's release papers which he was going to sign today. Then a thought occurred to me... I didn't have to sign any release papers, I just left. And by law, someone has to sign release papers to be able to let a patient leave the hospital... So who signed mine?

When Martha came back into the room, I pulled her outside to speak to her. "Martha... I didn't sign any release papers for myself before I was let go.... So who did?" She looked scared, like i'd caught on to something. "Uh- I uh... I have to go, I've got a job to do" she ran off through the white hallways that were all too familiar. That was weird. After the small encounter, i went back into Vics room and made small talk with him. There wasn't really anything to talk about. Although i've only known him for a week and a half, he knows more about me than anyone else, and it feels like we've been friends for years. I thought about asking him if he knew who signed my papers, but i didn't want to ruin a perfect friendship.

-THE NEXT DAY-

We left the hospital at around 12:40, I hadn't seen Martha at all, but I wasn't worried; I knew she had my number and would talk to me eventually.

After leaving the hospital we went to Vic's apartment; which was surprisingly close to my parents house. We walked through the front door and I was immediately met with a calming aroma. It smelt like cinnamon and apples. It was beautiful. "You like the scent huh?" Vic said, I think he saw me take a deep breath through my nose to smell it more. "Uh, Yeah... It smells really nice, Like REALLY nice... what is it?" i asked curiously. "I don't even know, Its just something my mother bought me a few years ago and i just ordered a bunch off of the internet. They only sell them near Christmas which sucks. But I really like the smell." He smirked. But it soon dissipated when we walked into his living room and i could smell copper. There was a trail of dried blood on the floor leading to what I guessed was a bathroom of some sort. Seeing that made me tear up as i started to remember why i moved to San Diego in the first place. "I have to go." I said as I ran out of his house and down the road slightly. I heard him shout after me. "Wait, do you even know where you're going?" I just kept running. Trying to forget what I'd just seen.

_later_

After a short time running, I came to my house. I pulled my keys from my jeans and put it in the lock. I turned it and opened the door. I walked through the small hallway into the living room and put my keys in the bowl in the centre of the coffee table. I then walked through the doorway from the living room to the kitchen to make myself some food. I wasn't hungry but i hadn't eaten for the past few days so I thought i ought to eat something at least. When I got in the kitchen, My mother was sitting on a chair at the small island counter to the left of the room. "Where have you been Kellin?" She asked sternly. "I was at a friends house" I lied and shrugged. I then went to the refrigerator and pulled out some ham and the cheese and placed it on the counter. "Don't get too comfortable here Kellin." I turned and looked at her with the bread in my hands. "What are you saying?" I was confused. "We're moving Kelly." She said heartlessly as she took a drag from her freshly lit cigarette. I looked at her angrily. "WHAT?" I was fuming. "How are we moving?! we just got here Mary! How could you make us leave so soon?" She didn't look phased. "You've got 6 months and then we're moving to Los Angeles." She took another drag. I made my sandwich and threw the knife into the sink and shoved all the ingredients back in the refrigerator and walked upstairs, flipping her off as I walked away.

I went up to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me, not forgetting to lock it. I took my phone from my bedside table (I left it there when i went to the hospital) It was still connected to the charging cable. I checked my messages and saw that i had over 200.

Mostly from my old friends, which i didn't care enough about so i didn't bother to read there messages. But i had 24 messages from one person in particular...

Aaron.

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Hey Kellin, It's Aaron, I was just transferred to a mental institute in San diego. I was wondering if you wanted to go for coffee or something? saturday 12:30

Kellin? Are you ignoring me? sunday 17:13

Kellin... Did i do something wrong? Monday 9:29

Omg, Kellin what did you do? tuesday 23:24

Kellin, please tell me you didn't do anything stupid? tuesday 23:57

kellin?

kellin?

kellin?

kellin?

please answer me... Wednesday 00:01

I'm coming to San Diego, Please meet me at The hospital tomorrow at 3pm. I need to make sure you're okay... wednesday 1:35

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And that was the last message.

That's only a few hours away.... Shit, I have to go see Aaron.