I Don't Care if You're Sick

King for a Day

Vic's POV

It was three in the morning and Kellin and I were eating cereal, I hadn't had this fun since I had been five on my birthday at Chuky Cheese.

"Tell me about your life, Vic." I smiled at the smaller boy, "I have a younger brother, Mike, he found me when I tried to hang myself. I speak Spanish. My brother and I live together alone because our family abandoned us all alone when I was six and he was four." Kellin gave me a sympathetic look,

"I know you don't want my sympathy, but I know what that's like. My father left my mother and I when I was younger. She felt caraphernelia, like he left everything behind. Then my mother got a boyfriend. Who do you live with now?"

"We live with our aunt and uncle, my aunt's a drunk and sometimes beats us, I always take the beating instead of Mike. But without me there, I'm terrified of what will happen to him."

Kellin left his bed and sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around me. "I'm sorry, I'm sure your brother is strong and will be fine." He gently rubbed my back, sending shivers down it.

He suddenly pulled his arm away in a quiet cry of pain, "Oh, do you have cuts? Sorry I don't mean to pry." He shook his head and pulled up sleeve, "What a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist."

"If you were me you'd do the same. Everything's not alright and I would rather..."

I smiled sadly, "I know. I'm tired, let's go to bed." He nodded and went to the light, turning it down, but it all the way off. He got into bed and smiled at me before closing his green eyes.

I stared at the boy, he had a graceful vibe around him, he was kinder then anyone I had met here and he was willing to listen to me ramble on about my fucked up family and life. He was easy to open up to and he didn't seem like the type to judge or tell anyone your secrets. Besides, who did he even know here besides the nurses?

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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"Hey, Vic, it's time to get our vitals." Kellin gently shook me awake and I stared into his eyes, God they were beautiful.

"Uhg, fine." I got up and noticed a nurse standing there tapping her foot. Geez, I'm not a early bird, it'll take a bit. I got up and followed her, Kellin by my side. "Wait here." She commanded to me, Kellin followed her in and they were in there for a few minutes. Kellin walked out with a small bandaid on his right arm at the crook of it.

"Oh my god did they draw your blood?" I asked in concern, I hated needles. He nodded, "Yeah, it doesn't hurt that bad, you'll be fine. He smiled but I wasn't convinced, "No, I can't do that oh no, oh no I don't want to do that." The nurse stuck her head out of the door way, "Vic, it's your turn."
"There's no way in hell im letting you stick a needle in my arm you psycho." She sighed, "What if someone held your hand." I considered it, maybe I could do that. "Fine... only if Kellin will do it."

Kellin blushed and agreed to it. I smiled at him, we barley met and he was just ready to help me with my unreasonable fear. "Thank you." I grimaced at Kellin as we entered the room and she took my vitals and then readied the needle that would take my blood. I just hated them.

"Okay, ready?" I grabbed Kellin's hand and nodded. I felt slight pinch and started to panic, "Hey, Vic, it's okay. Come on, tell me about Mike. What's he like?" I focused on his voice and answered him, "He's taller than me, he plays the drums really well. He likes gardening and he's really understanding, we used to tell each other everything."

"Okay, it's done." I let out my breath, and smiled, "Thanks Kellin." He smiled and released me hand from his slightly sweaty grasp.

"Okay, now go back to bed, or you can set up for breakfast, its not for another hour but you can stay in the lounge until it is."

Kellin and I decided to just sit in the lounge and set up because we weren't tired even though we'd stayed up so late.

After setting up we sat on the couch and talked about music, what instruments we played, if we liked to sing. We both liked to sing and I played guitar and Kellin could play keyboards. I wished there was a place to play music, that wouldn't been a nice way to cope with our problems. Music was always there for me, when my aunt was drunk, my brother was high and my uncle just shut himself in his room, music took me in and sang me songs that helped me.

"We should start a band when we get out of here. Like how cool would that be? We should right songs! They can't stop us as long as it's not about sex and stuff like that." I nodded, that would be cool, but there was just one problem, "I'm already in a band called pierce the veil. But you should definitely start one too! Dude, we could travel together!" He looked kind of disappointed but lightened up at the thought of touring together, if we ever got that famous.

"I've actually written a song meant for two people called King for a Day. It's kinda about how society is really strict in how you look and act and they push you to do things like suicide, purging and all that shit. Also how we don't have a voice in anything until we're eighteen and we're magically supposed to know how to adult." He laughed at the last part and I smiled.

"That sounds really cool. I'd love to sing that with you. How does it start?"

Sorry for the crappy ending of this chapter I'm just tired.