Kill Me

Graffiti

I drop the knife that I was cleaning and run upstairs.

I walk into Calum's room and when he notices me, he smiles. I hesitate before walking further.
"Hey." I whisper while I sit next to him on the bed.
"Are you.. Are you hurt?" He asks while he tries to sit up too.
"I'm fine. Nothing but some bruises and scratches." I say pushing him back.
"What happened?"
"You got shot."
"By who?"
"Dylan."
"That son of a-" He begins but I cut him off.
"Calum, leave it. The important thing is that you're okay."
"I got shot."
"But you're not dead."
He sighs. He closes his eyes and opens them a second later.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
"I left my gang to help you."
He looks at me with a confused look, clearly looking for some details.
"After Dylan shot you, I prevented him from shooting you another time. He went to Dean and he said that if I didn't follow him, I was out." I explain.
"And you didn't."
I shake my head.
"I couldn't let you die." I whisper.
He nods.
"You really.. You really don't remember anything?" I ask a little insecure.
He shakes his head.
So, he doesn't know that I said that I loved him. Great.
"I'll think it will come with the time." He says.
I nod my head and smile.
"You need to sleep."
"But I just woke up!"
"Sleep." I point my finger at him.
He sighs and doesn't move.
I walk away, downstairs.


It looks a lot better already. I see that I can sew the couch easily and the blood is from the floors.
Michael passes me and begins to repair a hole in wall.
"Should I sew the couch?" I ask.
"Could you do that? It's not like we could afford a new one." He chuckles.
I nod my head and smile.
I walk to the kitchen and grab a needle and thread. I walk back to the living room and begin to see the couch.


After two hours I'm finally done with the couch and see that all the blood is as far as gone. I stand up and begin on the rest of the furniture, like chairs, beds and pillows.



We work the whole day and the next one after it.


After 3 days I'm finally done with repairing everything.

I look around and it already looks a lot better.
The blood is gone, no torn up couches anymore, guns and knifes are back in the basement and the tables are standing like they used to.


I walk to Calum's room. He's doing better, I can tell.
I smile. He sits on his bed with Luke, clearly discussing something serious. He looks very focused... And very good without his shirt on.
I smirk and sit next to him on his bed.
"Watchu doin'?" I ask while I look at the papers.
Before I can read them, he lays them away.
"That's a secret." He smirks.
"But I wanna knoooowwww." I whine.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's a secret."
"But-"
"Lana. No."
I sigh and lean my head on his good shoulder.
I pout and stare at the wall in front of me.
I'm not really mad at him, not even a little bit, I'm just pretending.
He tries to give me a kiss but I reject him by turning away. I stand up and walk away.
I hear him sigh and beginning to talk to Luke again.
Luke was nicer, not that he's nice now, but politer than first.
"Hey Mike." I say while I sit on the couch next to him.
"Don't bother cutie, he's too lost in his game." I hear Ashton say for the table.
I walk to him and grab a chair. I sit down and look at what he's doing.
"these are cool." I say while I look at his drawings.
"They are just sketches." He shrugs.
"Ever thought about it to graffiti them on a wall or something?"
"Nah, I can't graffiti anyway, so it was no use."
"I can learn it to ya."
"You want to?"
"Sure. I should have some paint at Dean's. I could get them and learn it to ya."
"No, Lana, it's too dangerous to go back now."
"Don't be such a wimp, C'mon."
I grab his hand and we walk to my room. I grab a bag to put them in and we walk out.


"Lana, maybe it's better if we go back." He says while we walk to Dean's house.
I ignore him and walk further.
"Lana.."
"We're here." I smirk while I sneak to the back side of the house.
I search for my window and climb up.
"C'mon." I whisper while I try to teach for my window.
I hear that he sighs and follows my example. I finally can reach for my window and try to open it. When it works? I quickly climb in. I begin to search for the sprayers.
Ashton climbs in too and begins to search in my closet.
"Any clothes you wanna take?" He asks as he looks at my ACDC shirt.
"Now you say it. I want some clothes from Charlie." I smile.
"Lana, you realise that you're playing with your life aye?"
"I know. Just keep searching, I'll go to Charlie's room."
I walk out of my room and l sneak to Charlie's. I open her closet and pick out her favourite clothes. I pick some dresses that are not too terrible also and walk out again. I sigh in relief when I see my room but freeze the moment after. I see Dylan walking upstairs and try to find a hiding spot. When I don't find it I quickly throw the clothes in my room and close the door behind me. Dylan notices me and looks at me for a second.
"Lana?" He asks while his expression shows confusion.
"Uhh... Hey Dylan." I say a little louder so Ashton knows that he's here.
"What are you doing here?" He asks while he reaches for his gun.
"I.. Uhh.. I came to say that I'm sorry. And that I never should've been so stupid.." I say while I stop his hand from reaching his gun and lay my hands in his.
"I know that you won't forgive me, Dean won't either, but I just wanted you to know that... I do love you.. And I do want you. I just was afraid that Calum would kill you..." I lie.
He seems to believe it tho, because his expression softens.
"You love me?" He whispers.
I hesitate but nod my head eventually.
He smiles and laces our fingers.
"I love you too." He whispers while he leans in.
I can't back away so his lips touch mine. I kiss him back a little.
"Dylan." I mutter.
He pulls back and looks at me.
"I'm sorry Dylan, but if Dean sees this, I'm dead. I better go back." I say.
"Yeah, I want you to come back tho." He smiles.
"I will."
"Good. Now go." He lets go of me.
I smile at him before opening my door and walking in.


Ashton sits on the bed and looks up when I close the door behind me. I walk to the bed.
"Already found the paint?" I whisper.
He nods his head.
"What was that about?" He asks while he points at the door.
"I needed to, if I wouldn't say that, he would kill me." I explain while I put the clothes in the bag.
"Lana, Calum needs to know."
"I will tell him."
"Good."
"Let's go." I climb out and walk away. He follows me immediately.
"You're not looking forward to telling him, are you?" He guesses.
I nod my head.
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"That he'll be mad at me."
"You hadn't a choice, he'll understand."
"You think?"
He nods his head and smiles.
"C'mon, let's get back." He takes my hand and we run back.


I walk into Calum's room and take a deep breath. Here I go.
"Calum?" I ask while I walk to his bed.
"What's wrong?" He asks while he sits up next to me.
"I gotta tell you something.."
"What is it?"
"Well..." I hesitate.
"Ashton and I went to Dean's house to get my paint.."
"You did what?!"
I nod my head before continuing.
"Everything went fine, I wanted to get some of Charlie's clothes to take with me.. When I walked back to my room, Dylan caught me. I hadn't a choice... the only thing I could make up...." I begin to stutter.
"What did you told him?"
"That I love him.. And that I want him but that I was afraid of you.."
"Lana..."
"Calum, it's not a big deal..."
"It is Lana!" He grabs the sides of my face.
"You're mine. And I'm not going to let that son of a bitch touch my girlfriend!" He stands up.
"Calum.. Please.."
"No! He's going to die. Right now."
I stand up too, grab the sides of his face and kiss him.
After a few moments I break it and look into his eyes.
"I love you." I whisper.
Memories seem to flash through his mind and he kisses me again.
"Love does strange things to you." He replies when he broke the kiss.
"You remembered." I smile.
He nods his head.
"I love you too Lana, so damn much."
I hug him tight and nuzzle my head in his neck.
"He's still going down." He whispers...