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Scream at the drunken moon

Vic's POV

    He beat me up again. This was the fourth time since I told you last. I've had enough of it. I decided to tell mom that maybe Mike should go to mesa vista, just until he is mentally capable of handling situations. Mom took a while to think about it. But with a little encouragement from me she said yes. 

"I hate you all!" Was the last thing he shouted as the bodyguard people shoved him into a van that said Sharp Mesa Vista Hospital in straight gold font. I hadn't meant to make him hate me but honestly it was a little satisfying to see him get taken away for a little while. Bye-bye bruises and hello silence.

 Or hello guilty feeling in my gut and unsettling feeling in my stomach. Reality sinks in and I just got rid of my biggest distraction. The thoughts of Kellin come back to me. The way he called after me when I left him there that day. "wait Vic don't leave me." He said it barely above a whisper. I heard him. I don't think he knows I did. But I heard him and I kept walking. The events from that day and the day before that replay in my mind on repeat. What the fuck did I do? How could I just throw him away?

 I push my face down harder on the pillow maybe I can suffocate myself. Hot tears sting the apple of my cheeks at I do this. I can still breathe, but not enough oxygen is getting to the places that need oxygen.

 I breathe in and the pillow case sticks to my nose. I repeat this action multiple times till I feel myself start getting light headed. Now I'm getting more light headed with every breath in. I feel a slight high. I giggle to myself and take in another deep breath of pillow. 

I just want to die so bad. Wait what? What the fuck did I just say? Goddamn I'm just as bad as Kellin. I don't want to get sent away. So why would I send him away? I'm so stupid. And I can't get him back until the full four months is up. I sighed and sat up to take a real breath of air.

The house phone started ringing the caller ID said Sharp Mesa vista. Its could only be about Kellin or Mike since my mom is the legal guardian of them both. I pick up the phone and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask patiently. "Hi, yes, I'm calling to speak to one of the guardians of both Michael Fuentes and Kellin Quinn." The person on the other end spoke in a deep and husky tone. "Yes that's me." I replied. "Okay well it is my job inform you of when Kellin or Michael do something bad or something outstandingly good. I'm calling to tell you that both Kellin and Michael got a therapy detention." The man concluded. "Oh god what they do?" I sighed. "Well Kellin seen Michael and lost his wits. He screamed his name and launched himself at Michael. Michael caught him and spun him around during a group therapy session. They were kicked out of group therapy and given a therapy detention." He said. "Okay thank you very much sir have a nice day." I said before hanging up on the man and sighing.

Maybe sending them at the same time wasn't a good idea. I felt a pang of jealousy that my brother can hang with Kellin but I can't. I tear slid down my cheek." why do I mess everything up? I wish everything was back to normal. We should be on tour living the dream...and Kellin should be in my arms. But I ruined everything. And they both hate me.

I'm starting to hate it with them gone. It's boring and sad. It makes me feel guilty. I guess there's nothing to do, but scream at the drunken moon.

{A/N: Ik Ik it's short. Don't chew my head off the next one will be longer I promise. Whose POV should it be in next. Message me answers!}