The New National Anthem (Vic Fuentes fanfic)

Cemetary Weather

song: Cemetery Weather by Isles & Glaciers

seriously guys checks out this song it's so beautiful and omfg guess what the guy that sings the chorus SOUNDS SO MUCH LIKE VIC ITS INSANE like please just listen to it and comment if you think he sounds like Vic too or if I'm just crazy

MIKE'S POV

The second we boarded the plane and sat down, Vic passed out in his seat. I couldn't blame the guy, he'd been constantly worrying at Katrina and was only himself onstage. I was glad that we were going to get her, as the whole band loved her, but I feared the worst. All the times I'd seen Ashley in high school when her and Vic dated, she'd seemed perfectly normal and happy. But the things Katrina's told me about her told a whole new story.

The thought of Ashley harming Katrina made me cringe. Honestly, she was the most intelligent, strong and perfect person I'd ever met. Kitty just ended up in situations she didn't deserve over and over. Well, nobody really deserved the awful events in her life, but she had done absolutely nothing to grow up like that.

It surprised me how little she seemed to be affected to her childhood. Other people would probably be messes and never mention it, but Katrina was fine with casually talking of how she was beaten as a child. Once I asked her about it, and all she said was that she simply "didn't let herself" get sad about it. It was a pretty strange concept, especially for someone so young, but I guess she's had plenty of time pm to practice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane will be arriving in San Francisco in fifteen minutes, please return to your seats and stay seated until we land. Thank you for flying with us"

Turning to the seat beside me, I lightly poked Vic until he woke up.

"What?" he spat like I was waking him up for school, which actually happened a lot when we were younger and still went to school

"Hey, we're landing in fifteen minutes"

Vic attitude suddenly changed and he nodded.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I checked it, only to see it was our tour manager. I declined the call, totally not in the mood to get interrogated. Instead of it getting left at that, texts started coming in.

Where are you?

You guys seriously can't miss a show

I heard you got driven to the airport, you not have left

Rolling my eyes, I deleted them all. Don't get me wrong, he was a good guy, but didn't understand the line between business and personal needs. Everything was just a job that couldn't be incomplete

The following events were a blur. We got off the plane, left the airport and found a taxi. It took a lot longer than it should have, mostly because Jaime insisted he could whistle to get a taxi. Obviously he couldn't, but succeeded in wasting about fifteen minutes. Even in the quiet and solemn state we were in, Jaime didn't fail to make us laugh.

Once is a cab, we headed off to where Ashley's apartment was said to be. Vic had somehow managed to get her address and phone number, but how he did it was beyond me.

Overall, everything so far seemed fine. The area we were driving in to Ashley's place was pretty nice looking. but something in the back of my mind kept saying something wasn't right. There had to be a reason why Ashley never stopped by the house after the trial, or why she never answered any calls.

I sighed and adjusted my SnapBack. Everything was probably fine. Maybe she forgot our address. Maybe Ashley's phone broke or something. Yep, that was it. There was all a perfectly normal answer to all this.

The driver slowed down to stop and I tossed thirty dollars into the passenger seat. Vic double and tripled check that we were in the right place, then led us all into the building.

"Fourth floor, apartment 13" he muttered, pressing the four button in the elevator.

Shitty music played while we rode up and would've driven me insane of I had to listen to it for another minute. The idea of deathcore blasting out of the speakers popped in my head and I smirked at how some people would react.

Seriousness snapped back in when the elevator doors opened with a ding. I quickly strode down the hallway behind everyone else, a little lost in my own thoughts. Apparently I was a little too out of it because I soon bumped into Jaime, who stood in front of a dark wood door. Two shiny gold numbers marked it as apartment 13. This was it. The moment of truth. Whatever was behind the door affected us all, for god sakes Katrina could either be dead or perfectly fine.

NO ONE'S POV

Vic knocked on the door.

Nothing.

He pounded his fist on the wood yet again.

Still silent.

The four Pierce the Veil guys stood awkwardly for a minute. Not one of them had a backup plan, considering they just assumed someone would be at the door to open it.

Another agonizing minute of quiet passed.

Suddenly, Tony plucked a hairpin from the pocket of his Key Street jeans, only just remembering it. Kneeling down to the doorknob, he began picking the lock. The other guys watched intently, unaware of Tony's ability.

But that's just how he was, very quiet but also very intelligent. Tony carried around little bits of random knowledge for occasions like this. They were always useful one time or another. As for the hairpin in his pocket, he just kept little things in his pockets to entertain him. Had they not needed it to pick a lock, he probably would have bent it out a shape a couple times before giving up and throwing it away.

Tony continued fiddling around until a faint click was heard. He stood up, opened the door, and let everyone walk in. Mike high-fived Tony before walking the through the doorway, leaving him to go in last.

The guys spread out and silently tip-toed through the apartment. It was disgusting, with the smell of rotting food, alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Vic made his way down a hallway, most likely with bedrooms. An open door caught his eye, and he slowly walked toward it. Just poking his head through, he was able to see Ashley passed out with a collection of liqueur bottles around her. It pained him to see his former girlfriend down a path so dark, but no pity was felt when he thought of how she treated his daughter.

Leaving her to sleep off a hangover, Vic walked over to a different room. The door was closed, and he trembled even thinking what could be behind it. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he hesitantly turned it and pushed open the door.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next. His own daughter, unconscious in a pool of her own blood. A scream left his lips and Vic ran over to where she lay. Tears freely flowed from his brown eyes at the sight of her looking so vulnerable and broken.

By then, Jaime, Mike and Tony had hurried over. They saw Katrina with pained expressions and felt their hearts break for Vic. Jaime couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the sobbing man and began to take him out of the room. Vic screamed at kicked, desperate to get back to his daughter, but he was no match for Jaime, who was much taller and could easily hold him back.

Tony whipped out his phone a dialed 911 with trembling hands. Mike, however, couldn't feel anything and stood frozen in the doorway. A piece of crumpled white paper next to Katrina caught his gaze, and he slowly went to pick it up. Sitting down on the stained carpet, he began to examine the slightly smeared pencil marks. It was completely covered, front to back with doodle, tiny words and anything else Katrina had felt like adding. One side was filled with four superheroes, and at a closer glance, Mike realized it was all four of them. The drawing of him held a bottle of whiskey and a blunt, with a middle finger raised. He smiled at the cartoonish muscles she had added, and how she had even thought to put in a Slytherin crest on his chest to go with his Harry Potter obsession.

The drawing of Tony held a light saber and a tiny turtle, summing up his interests perfectly. Jaime's character had hair that was spiked a lot like a porcupine, wearing a soccer jersey and holding a taco.

But the largest figure, in front of them all, was Vic. He was drawn wearing his favorite tie-dye Thrasher hoodie, but with a superman logo across the chest. Vic's hair was given extreme detail to each and every curl, as Katrina was probably making fun of how much time he spent of his hair. His signature beanie wasn't forgotten either.

On the very bottom of the page, Katrina had written two sentences that Mike would never forget for the rest of his life.

When I was little, I decided that the point of life was to be happy. But I'm not happy now, so what's the point?

Mike clutched the sheet of paper, ignoring everything else around him. The only thing he noticed was Tony pulling him up off the ground and leading him out the building to go to the hospital.

"Jaime and Vic rode with Katrina, we'll meet them there" he explained.

All Mike could do was obediently nod and follow him. Katrina's "suicide note" was still in his hands, but he folded it up and put it in his pocket before Tony could notice it. He wasn't really sure if he ever wanted to show it to anybody.

A/N: Whelp, I did promise a longer chapter, sorry it took a little longer though. School is just my first priority unfortunately, as much as I absolutely love writing on here. I hope you guys don't mind.

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Much love,
Rachel