The Soul Mate. (Kellic.)

Chapter 11.

VIC’S POV

As soon as my feet hit the dirt lot the buses were parked in, I was sprinting away from it faster than my vans clad feet could carry me. I nearly fell into a tree. After I knew I was far away from civilization, I collapsed under a maple tree that was turning a bright orange, sobbing more than I had in years. I couldn’t distinguish whether I was mad or sad, which just made me even more frustrated. Ice cold pain seared my heart. I knew what my Kellin was going through. Faint white scars that weren’t visible unless you were looking for them littered my arms. I did it for years. Eventually, Mike found out a couple years back and somehow I stopped for him. I wanted him to know it wasn’t an okay thing to do to yourself, because it wasn’t.

Oh, Kellin.

And then I told him I loved him! That was literally the worst possible time to tell him that. I’m such a fucking idiot! Not that it isn’t true, but it wasn’t something I should have said for the first time in front of everyone. I can only make sense of my sudden outburst through hormones. Between thinking Kellin was dead, having memories from when I used to be the same, and the already heightened feelings I have for Kellin due to him being my soul mate, I could have said anything, really. I was already known to not be the most calm headed guy during arguments. Things have never gotten violent, but they’ve become very heated. Also, I know I could never hurt Kellin. I would never forgive myself.

Kellin seemed to be all that was on my mind anymore. Making sure he was okay, that he was happy, that he didn’t feel homesick or upset. I’ve tried my damndest to keep him okay, and I can’t do a damn thing about the horrors in his minds. Right now, I was just so overwhelmed with everything, I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was always good at running away from my problems.

Soon, my sleeves were soaked with tears, my throat was raw, and the sun disappeared behind the horizon. “Vic!” I heard a voice shout. I stayed silent as I saw a dark silhouette running towards me. Mike ran into me, tackling us both to the ground while pulling me into a hug.

"How’s Kell doing?" Was my first priority question. Mike sighed.

"He’s okay, I suppose. Not hurting himself, I mean. But he’s just laid in bed all day going through one of your books crying and mumbling things we can’t make sense of. We’re all starting to freak out a little." Instantly I was on my feet walking to the bus. He needs me.

It seemed that all of the guys had taken their day off to watch Kellin while I ran away and freaked out. Guilt washed through me. I was too worried about myself and how I would cope, and they spent an entire day watching a boy weep in his bed.

"I’m sorry I ran out like that guys, you can go do whatever. I’ve got Kellin." Jack stood up and patted me on the back.

"It’s cool, man. We would have done the same thing if we were in your position." I gave a small smile to them, and Jack and his lover went back to the ATL bus, while my band seemed to be dressing up for a night at the bar.

"We’ll give you guys a little time…" Tony whispered, and I nodded, understanding. They were gone in minutes, leaving me alone with the weeping boy laying in my bed.

He was facing the wall when I saw him, and it was easy for me to slip in behind him and pull him close to me. He was looking through my thick encyclopedia of mythical animals. I wasn’t really obsessive over anything except music and fantasy creatures. It was a guilty pleasure, like Tony with star wars and Mike with Harry Potter. He was open to the section about Sirens. Creatures of the sea, who lured sailors to their deaths by their beautiful screams. Loud, and hauntingly beautiful. They were probably one of my favorite creatures to study, besides Selkies. They were my absolute favorite thing. It interested me how these creatures were thought to be real at some point, and so many claim to see them,so how do we know they aren’t out there? It makes me think that maybe, just maybe, there’s a miracle somewhere out there, waiting to bump into me and stick with me. I put a light hand on his hip and whispered in his ear.