Lifeline *Kenny Holland fic*

Prologue

Kenny 

"Are you okay?" My younger sister, London, asks me, coming into my room.

"Yeah." I say in a monotone voice.

"You sure?" She looks worried about me, but I'm used to it. That's the look everyone gives me anymore.

"Yeah."

"Um okay, well mom wanted me to come tell you that dinner was ready."

"Okay. Thanks Lond."

"No problem." She gives me a weak smile before she leaves my room and I continue to lay there for a moment on my bed, not wanting to get up.

Finally after a couple of minutes, and hearing my mom yell up the stairs to me, I finally get off my bed and head down the stairs to get my dinner. All my sisters who still live at home are seated at the table eating their food, worriedly glancing at me, when I get done there. Mom is in the kitchen and I walk out there to grab a drink and my plate of food, London giving me a worried stare as I pass her chair.
When I get into the kitchen to grab my food, mom stops me. "Kenny, honey, I'm worried about you. Ever since you and Andrea broke up you've been acting different. You've seemed so depressed and it's beginning to worry your father, sisters, especially London, and I. You need to get help Kenny."
"I'm fine." I say, going around her and to the fridge to grab a Pepsi.

"Honey no you're not."

"Yes I am mom! Just drop it. I'll be fine, you don't need to worry about me." I snap, going to the stove, still dodging my mother, and grab my plate of lasagna. I take my stuff to the table and sit in my normal spot and begin eating quickly, not really tasting the food, just wanting to get it done so I can go back to my room and be alone again.

After about five minutes, I've devoured the lasagna and Italian bread and little salad that was on my plate. I chug my Pepsi and take my dishes to the kitchen and put them in the sink and head back upstairs to my room quickly, avoiding the still worried stares coming from all of my younger sisters.
I get up to my room and shut the door behind me, not wanting anyone to come interrupt me. I don't know how long I'm up there alone before there's finally a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I ask, not really caring because I don't want to be bothered.

The door opens and it's my father. "Kenny, I talked to your mother and we both agreed that it's best that you talk to Mr. Evans."

Mr. Evans is a family friend, he's a psychiatrist. He has a daughter my age and twin boys that are London's age. He's a nice guy and everything but I don't know if I really wanna talk to him about my problems. He might tell my parents and then my parents will be even more worried about me than they already are.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes you do."

"Fine when?"

"In twenty minutes. He's waiting for you."

Fuck.

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Ten minutes later, I'm driving down one of the main streets of town that heads straight through downtown. I look in the window at a store I pass where a giant pink unicorn sits staring back at me. I almost slam on my brakes and run inside to go buy it for Andrea but then I remember she left me.... Almost two months ago.

Damn everything reminds me of her.

I shake my head and continue driving, casually looking in other store windows I pass, seeing what else is inside the buildings. Thankfully nothing else reminds me of Andrea..... Well for now anyways.
I continue on my way. I look away from the road in front of me for a second, only a second, and look down at the time on my dashboard.

In that second, I hit ice.

My brakes stop working and there's nothing I can do. I'm sliding.

The last thing I remember is colliding with the edge of the bridge before I'm surrounded by complete darkness.

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"If you can hear me, open your eyes..... Please." A voice that sounds like it's underwater says.
I struggle to open my eyes but it's no use. They're stuck together. I give up for a couple minutes and stop trying. I don't know where I am but all I know is that I'm peaceful here and that I finally feel... happy... again.

After a couple minutes, I feel someone playing with my hair. I wish I could open my eyes to see who this is touching me and where I am but I still can't open my eyes. I continue fighting to open them but it feels like there's weights holding them closed.

Next I feel something being poked in my arm. I want to flinch in pain, yell, DO ANYTHING, but I can't. My body is numb and I can't do anything about it.

I don't know how much time passes, but I stay in my peaceful dark little paradise that's as dark as my soul has become since Andrea shattered my heart into millions of tiny pieces and I plummeted into this depressed, mopey state I'm in now. I feel almost happy for the first time in months since our breakup.

That's when I hear muffled crying. "He needs to wake up. He'll wake up won't he?" It sounds like my mother.

Why is she crying? What's wrong? Where am I?

I hear another voice, this one belonging to a man, and still muffled like everything else I've been hearing. "We would like to think so but at this moment we are not sure. When he was found, he was laying on the concert, losing blood at a rapid pace.... The large amount of blood that he's lost as well as how hard he hit the pavement, has caused him to be knocked unconscious and we aren't sure when he will awake."

What happened to me? They couldn't possibly be talking about me right? I'm fine. Nothing happened to me. I'm fine. This is a dream.

I hear a door open and another voice. "Is he doing any better?" It's a girl's voice.

"Who's this?" My mother asks.

"This is the young lady who found your son after he crashed."

"I was driving on the other side of the road when I saw him crash. I immediately slammed on my brakes and ran over to where he laid in the street." She explains and starts to get choked up.
The voices become muted again as I plunge back into my dark little paradise.

Finally, some time- I don't know how much time- later, my eyes become a little less weighted and I slowly open them. I blink once, letting my vision focus better and that's when I look into her set of beautiful blue eyes, the eyes of my lifeline.  

a/n I was actually crying while I wrote the crash scene... omg. he just means so much to me and idk :( I love him so much and thinking of him getting hurt (even in a fanfic) makes me really sad. Well, i hope you like this story. Kelsey and I came up with it together and the idea started burning inside me even more once I watched the Lifeline music video. It left me speechless, I cried. It was just so perfect and amazing and I'm so glad Kenny wrote it. (Btw the lifeline he talks about in the song is US, the FANS. Just incase you didnt know that. But yeah, now you do.) Anyways, Happy New Year! I love you all so much! Have a great day! Be sure to comment and vote and an update will be coming soon! :) LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS FIC :) IM CURIOUS AND IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT YOU LOVELY READERS THINK :D Thanks for reading, i hope you all had a safe New Years Eve/ Day :) I'm off to bed now because I gotta work at 10 so yeah! Night my loves. Stay beautiful... You are all my lifeline, just saying ;)

Love,

Shelby Lynn Holland Lee Pottorff <3 :)