Make Me a Promise here Tonight // Vic Fuentes ✘

Tear this Place Apart Until You Find Me Hiding.

"Why'd you do it?" Vic asked me, his arm wrapped around me securely yet lazily as we laid down in his bunk, facing one another.
After the whole crazy situation that had taken place just hours prior, we had made our way down from the roof and out of the venue. Tony and Jaime were given a brief explanation of what had taken place, so they'd understand why I was so jumpy and strange tonight.
It's like my mind was messing with me even more than usual these past couple days. It's stronger and it tells me things....
All the guys were asleep by now because they had yet another show tomorrow and it was really late so they wanted their sleep. Vic sacrificed that whether I liked it or not because he was determined to stay up and figure out what exactly was going through my head when I was up on that roof. He knew there was something off about my behaviour.

"I........don't know," I answered, looking up at him as our eyes connected and he seemed to be searching for something through them. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shifted them downward and began fiddling with the bottom of his shirt where there was a small, loose string from the hem.
"What was going through your head? What made you all of a sudden decide to.....nearly attempt that?" He pried. He has every right to worry. It was strange and spontaneous what I had done. I understood his confusion.
"My head?"
He nodded.
Should I tell him? I feel like I can trust him, but there's something deep inside telling me that he'll think I'm crazy just like everyone else does. I guess I'd never know his reaction until I told him.
"Well...........a voice."
Nice way to start things off, idiot.
"What kind of voice?"
"It's like a second voice..," I answered, not daring to look at him as I continued to mess with the hem.
"A second voice....," he said, testing out the sentence on his own tongue and thinking for a minute. "What did it say?"
"It told me to kill myself," I whispered.
His body tensed at that sentence and I nearly flinched because I was incredibly nervous right now.
"How often......do you hear this voice in your head?"
There's the question.
Should I answer truthfully? Of course I must, it's too late now. I've already dug my hole.
"Too often."
"Does this voice always tell you to kill yourself?" He asked, flinching at his own sentence.
I shook my head, then nodded. "Well, it always leads up to that, but it doesn't always just say "kill yourself". It knows me--considering it technically is me--and just points out the reality of things. Eventually I just put myself down but it's all truth so I have to put up with it."
He was silent. Dead silent. The silence went on for so long that I looked up at him to see he was just looking down at me. All of this news was flowing through his head. I saw it in his eyes. I saw the sadness. He didn't like seeing me like this and I understood.
"Don't judge me," I finally said, looking back down.
This time he looked down at my hands as well as I continued with my fiddling.
"I'm not judging you, Melody. Don't you dare think that for one second. I'm concerned..," was his answer.
"Have you ever went to anyone or maybe a doctor about these.....voices?"
I shook my head rapidly, fear in my eyes.
"They'll think I'm crazy, Vic. I can't go to a professional because I don't want to risk them taking me away....," I protested, not even realizing that under my emotional pressure, I had gripped the ends of his shirt, balling up my fists tightly.
"I won't let anyone take you away from me, Melody. I would never allow such things to take place," he soothed, sliding his hand down to mine that were still tightly gripped at the hem of his shirt. I felt his touch and immediately calmed down as he stroked circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. "Okay," I said.

"Well," he said, searching around the bunk then finally snatching up his phone and looking at the screen for a moment.
"It's really late so we should probably sleep..."
"You can. I'm sorry for keeping you up since you have a show tomorrow," I said. "But I can't just force myself to sleep when my mind is still fidgety."
"Okay.........," he said. "Then.......will you just lay with me? Please...?" He sounded like a little kid as he practically begged for me to stay with him. I knew that he didn't want to risk me being alone and hurting myself again. Honestly, I didn't want to be alone right now either. I knew I was a danger to myself.
I smiled a little at his behavior and nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I'll stay," I whispered, still looking down at our hands and he smiled at my answer.
"It's awfully late though...," he spoke. "You sure I can't find a way to make you tired? Because......I think I can." I looked up at him and he just looked into my eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Um...........I don't know......honestly....," I said, looking back down.
"Is there something else on your mind....?" He asked, curiosity in his tone along with concern. I shook my head quickly. "No, nothing. I'm fine, okay?" I said, smiling up at him. He watched me for a moment before finally nodding. "Okay."
Everything was silent after that and he reached his arms out, wrapping them around my waist and gently pulling me closer to him so that now we couldn't get any closer. He stroked my back in soothing circles that had me closing my eyes in total relaxation. I wanted to just forget about everything that had previously taken place, and this was working like a charm. "Thank you," I whispered.