Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 14: The Music

I apologize for the irregular and slow updates. my life is basically upside-down and I'm so tired all the time. but I'm still writing every chance I get, though!

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One not-so faithful morning, I was woken up to the buzzing of a mobile phone. Vic groaned beside me, rubbing his eyes and mumbling some words in a barely recognizable language.

He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the call. "What?" Was all he answered it with, his voice still groggy from sleep. "Yes, I was still sleeping, Mikey. What do you want?"

Yeah, Vic had stayed the night, for the first time. He had caught up on how bad my days were getting, and he simply refused to leave the other night. Normally speaking I would've launched something at his head for being so persistent, but I knew that he was just scared, even though he managed to hide it quite well. . . I knew better, of course.

"I know what day it is, little brother, but I really don't care. I'm not celebrating it this year, and that's final." Vic said firmly, then waiting for his brother to continue whatever conversation they were having. And then he sighed. "I am not a party pooper, Mikey. I just have more important things on my mind than a birthday." He said in barely a whisper, subconsciously holding his arm around me a little tighter.

Oh, so today was his birthday? Well that was good to know. . .

The rest of the conversation consisted of small talk and more attempts from Mike to convince Vic into celebrating his thirty-third birthday anyway, but Vic was having none of it.

"Why don't you want to celebrate it, huh? If it's something you should be learning from me, it's that you should live every day like it's your last. . . celebrate that you got to live yet another amazing year." I urged the second that Vic ended the call with his brother.

"Well, it hasn't exactly been that amazing." He then murmured ever so softly below his breath. I could tell that he didn't really mean for me to hear that, but I definitely did. My hearing had no issues.

He planted a soft kiss on the top of my head and I sighed. "How are you feeling?" He then asked me.

"I'm afraid to move at this moment in time."

Vic chuckled lightly at that. "No, you just don't want to move because you're too comfortable lying half on top of me."

I removed my head from his chest and tried looking up at him, ignoring the pain that I felt shooting up and down my spine. "Yeah, that must be it." I agreed, grinning lightly at his disheveled morning hair.

I then took a slow, deep breath as I rested my head back on his warm bare chest. Every single day I could feel how much harder it became to breathe. It was as if a pile of heavy bricks lay on top of my chest every time I inhaled, and getting punched in the back every time I exhaled.

There wasn't a single soul in the world that I would wish this kind of pain upon. It was insane. Not to even mention my back, how constantly sore I felt, and the waves of nausea that would unexpectedly show up.

Like right now for instance. . .

"Oh god." I gulped as I tore myself away from Vic, pain coursing through my body as the burning sensation traveled quickly up my throat. I covered my mouth with my hand for a second and leaned over to the bucket beside the bed, bile mixed with blood evacuating my body.

"Jesus." I heard Vic spit out, worry lacing his voice before I then felt his fingertips trailing carefully up my back. "Ana, you're all bruised up." He told me.