Stalker (Kellic) (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

The silence was too loud.

All you could hear was thumping hearts and racing pulses. The wet trails down his cheeks were enough to know he wasn't okay. And now, he couldn't be okay because Matty was gone.

His eyelids felt heavy, drooping closed every now and then. But, when they would close, flashes of his best friend's body appeared. Everything was red. A deep, dark red that tainted the floors and his skin and his head. His mind would be forever burned with the image of Matty's body. And he didn't want that.

The tears came again, silent too. And he wanted so badly to just scream as loud as possible, for everyone miles and miles to hear his pain, to feel his pain. Because the pain was too much for him to handle. He couldn't scream, though. The lump in his throat only let out choked sobs that caused sympathetic looks. Looks that he absolutely despised.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. It won't hurt forever." Vic whispered into Kellin's hair as he sat, holding him in his lap.

But Kellin didn't know whether or not Vic was telling him the truth. Maybe it wouldn't hurt forever, but the thought would always be there, lingering, waiting to be remembered. Kellin didn't know what to do anymore.

Matty was his light. He was a light that made Kellin happy. The light that led him out of the darkness. The light that showed him how to live. But now his light was burned out and done. Gone. Forever. And Kellin was starting to fade away. He didn't want to fade.

"Things will change." He told Kellin.

But change wasn't ever really good or bad. It weighed down the scale with a fifty fifty chance of either or. Change fell onto that spectrum of things. The spectrum of things like society and people and such. And change. . . change laid in the center. Untouched. Unreachable. But this time it felt that the change wouldn't be good. It felt bad. It came in the form of a gut feeling Kellin had. Twisting his insides, eating him away. He didn't like the feeling. It was different. It was new. And he just wanted it to go away.

Vic's soft whispers quieted the screaming that was the silence. Breaking the barricade of thoughts that never seemed to stop flooding, his voice soft and smooth, deep and enticing.

"I'm here for you, Kells. I'm never gonna let anything happen to you as long as you're with me." Vic promised him.

Kellin leaned in closer to Vic, embracing the warmth and comfort he offered. But Kellin still felt so cold.

The silence had come back.

The day turned into night, leaving the once baby blue sky to turn into a deep dark hue of bottle greens and lonely blues.

The two stayed together in bed, only moving to reposition themselves under the sheets. Nothing was sexual about the moment. Sex was the last thing on either of the two's mind. In that moment, they only wanted safety and comfort. Something the two could sufficiently supply each other, but only for that moment. There was no telling whether they'd be able to supply such closeness to each other again, or maybe they could, forever. Of course, though, there was no telling.

The tears had dried now, but the soft hiccuping of Kellin had reverberated around the walls of the room, bouncing around in an annoying manner. Then, he craved the silence. He craved the stillness. The stillness that was the feeling of feeling that time had stopped, that the earth stopped moving, and that the only thing giving it all away was the transformation of the sky.

The phone rang. Kellin's phone. Lynn was calling him, worried. She hadn't seen Kellin since he stormed off in a fit of rage and sadness. Those two things and a set of car keys never led to anything good. And there was, of course, the matter of the fact that Kellin had drove off with her car.