I'll Make This Feel Like Home (Kellic)

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Yo, because I'm an absolute shit person, I have once again dropped a story, but I will be picking this one up. For some reason this story did very well, and I just kind of gave up on it, but I'm back, so here's a chapter. (I would suggest going back and skimming through the rest just so you can refresh your memory)

Time was an illusion. It must be because how would you explain how I've been in bed for 'two days' but it still feels like the same day as when Vic betrayed me. Yet in the same time, the sun has risen twice and my watch has hit '3'- four times like it has right now.

I don't even know why I'm here anymore. There truly is no reason. It's not that everything revolved around Vic and now that he doesn't talk to me anymore, everything is just fucked up, but it is a part of it. Every time I've come here, it was for safety reasons and Vic was always one of the first to speak to me.

As someone who doesn't find much joy in life and finds it hard to even start my day, I strive on the little things. At first it was music, and then it was people, surprisingly. Tay, Jenna, and Vic had quickly become people that I trust, but one of them fucked up. What a surprise. I was getting close to Vic, and then he stepped over the line of platonic company and kissed me. He then bribed me to ensure that I wouldn't tell anybody, and then has proceeded in not talk to me at all. What am I supposed to do with that?

There was a knock coming from the doorway that pulled me from my thoughts. I sighed heavily, averting my eyes in the direction.

"You're still asleep?" It was Tony. I hadn't really talked to him the past few days. Well, I really haven't talked to anyone.

I didn't respond to Tony's observation, instead I just rolled over in my bed, until I was laying on my belly, and facing the wall.

"Come on, this isn't healthy." I heard Tony say before feeling the bed shift. I rolled back on to my back to be met with him sitting by my hip. He smiled down to me, but I couldn't return it.

"Please get out of bed." He pleaded.

"I don't feel good." I croaked, finally. Technically I wasn't lying, because technically, I really did feel like shit.

"Fine," he stated before standing up again, and then leaving the room. I guess he was tired of just seeing me constantly mop around, but I don't blame him.