Hell above. And below. And right in front of us. A kellic fanfiction

I'm sorry I can't see you truly love me

Vic's POV

*Vic has trouble remembering things, so this chapter shall be written as a journal he keeps.*

Entry 1.

   I have no way to keep track of time here. Gerard is holding me in an old hotel room, that looks as if it survived a fire. I hate not knowing what will happen tommorow. My memory still sucks ass, so I decided to write in this jounal I requested Gerard get me.

Aside from the fact he's totally fucking crazy, he lets me live pretty comfortably. Usually whatever I request, he gets. I just can't have any way to communicate with anyone, and I can't go outside. He painted over the windows, and boarded them up so I couldn't escape. As much as a try, I can't find an exit. Even when he goes to sleep at night, he locks the door and his room is connected to mine, so he would hear if i tried to bust it down.

Oh, I forgot, Gerard also makes me suck him off. I don't understand how girls do that. Or guys. Or anyone for that matter. It tastes nasty, and I swear to god, it makes me nauseous.

Maybe you put that aside when you love someone. I long for the pale boy. What was his name again? Ke... Kell... I still can't think of it. I remember us though. Well, that little of 'us' there was. I had always thought he was attractive, and I remember helping him when he hurt his head. 

At Warped Tour

Oh my god. I WENT TO WARPED TOUR. OH MY GOD. ( If you haven't noticed Vic of tommorow, you basically write all of your thoughts here.) 

Wait. No. I didn't just go.

I preformed.

Pierce the Veil.

Mike

My brother

Jaime

Tony

My best friends.

We made it.

We had actually made it.

End of Entry 1

Oh my god. 

Suddenly, every tour expierience I've ever had flashed before my eyes.

(A- This is based before collide with the sky was even thought of c:)

A Flair For The Dramatic

Selfish Machines

Our albums.

All my dreams were coming true

But Gerard was stealing them from me

I couldn't let him do that.

Not after I worked so hard.

More flashbacks, these more recent

My  bands tortured faces, possibly dead. 

Gerards face.

The two images flashed back in forth in my mind.

It was then I realized Gerard has taken everything away from me. 

So why not let him take even more? 

I have nothing else if my band and the pale boy are gone.

So I'll be his slave.

I have nothing else.