The Feeling With No Name

8|| What's the difference between life and death?

Vic POV

I was absolutely thrilled that Kellin was pregnant. I've always wanted a baby. Yes, I was older than Kellin, he's 19 and I'm 21. I may not seem thrilled, but I really am. I feel like shit because of everything I did to Kellin..... He's so sweet and broken.... He came from a very broken family.... He was raped when he was younger..... His mom beat him...... and that's why he came to live with me. My mom absolutely adored him..... Why did she have to go? Why of all people did she have to get sick? I was snapped out of my deep thought when I heard Kellin yell....

"Damnit!!!! He's gone!!!! Oh my god!!!! He's my best friend and he's gone....." He sobbed.

"Hey, hey calm down sweetie. It's ok." I said while wrapping my arms around him. Then we heard the thud that sounded like it came from the bathroom. Immediately, Kellin stood up, wiped his eyes, and walked to the bathroom to see what was going on. He opened the door slowly and as soon as it was open, I looked to Kellin and he looked back at me.... Fear in his eyes. He gasped loudly and screamed.

"JUSTIN!!!!! NOOO!!!!!!" he screamed and ran into the bathroom. I stood up and walked to the door to see what was going on. Then I saw him. Justin covered in blood, lying on the bathroom floor, unconscious......

Kellin POV

"JUSTIN!!!!! NOOOO!!!!!!" I screamed lunging towards Justin's unconscious body. I grabbed his arms and looked to see if I could find where the blood was coming from. "Vic, please go get a doctor, or a nurse!! Someone!!!!" I screamed. As soon as I said, Vic ran to the Nurse's station. I was in a panic, and this was all my fault. I was the one who did all of this. I was the one who went against what Justin was saying...... I did it all......

"What's going on?" The nurse asked. I popped my head out of the bathroom so she'd know where I was. Tears were streaming down my face, but I didn't care....

"My friend.... He's-" I started to sob.....

"Oh my god!!! Sir?" She said pointing to Vic, "Could you go get the doctor across the hall? Hurry!!!"

"It's all my fault.... He's nearly dead and it's all my fault!!!!" I sobbed. I grabbed Justin's feet and attempted to drag him out of the bathroom. But I was stopped in the midst of all my sobbing.

"NO!! You should NOT be lifting that much weight. You could rip your wounds back open. Set his legs down and back away.... You can sit beside him while we work but you need to worry about your own health too. Ok?" She yelled.

"Y-yes ma'am..... But I just-I can't this is all my fault...." I continued to sob as I collapsed onto my bed. Then I felt arms wrap around me tightly. I turned around and hugged Vic as hard as I could, then switched positions to where we were now lying down, arms wrapped around each other. "This is all my fault, Vic..." I whispered between my sobs.

"Shhh... No, Kellin, stop thinking like that. It's not all your fault.... Please...." he said, starting to cry himself... "I can't stand seeing you like this, Kellin... Please don't do that." he whispered in my ear. Then the doctor came in, along with a nurse pulling a gurney, and a police officer. They loaded Justin up onto the gurney and tightly wrapped his wrists with a spare sheet from my room closet. The police officer walked over to my bed where Vic and I were lying.

"Hello sir. I just need to ask a few questions about that young man." He said, pointing to Justin being wheeled away on the gurney.

"Ok...." I still sobbed. I'd calmed down a little but I was still quietly sobbing. The officer gave me a look of sympathy and began his questions.

"So.... What's been happening with your friend, um Justin is it?" He asked. I nodded, "Ah ok, anyways what's been happening the past few days with Justin?"