Kellin and Vic go to the same high school but no one knows what Kellin looks like because he keeps his hair in his face. He has heard the rumors and the jokes and shit said about him but he doesn't intend to let it get to him.
Kellin has Falling I...
"Jesse you should cut my hair?" I giggled and held up the end. "For real bro?!" He asked.
I nodded and took another hit of the blunt. It was weed but it was good fucking weed.
"Get the fuck in the bathroom!" Brandon shouted and pulled me. We ended up skipping school over the past week, we were way too high to go. I sat on the toilet and waited for Jesse. He came in with scissors and a electric razor. As I had been waiting I dropped my phone in the toilet.
"Do whatever man. Just keep my long hair bitch." I warned and closed my eyes. I was kinda happy with the outcome. Besides the fact of being high and goofy the whole time it was pretty good. The only reason he shaved half my side was because I moved and clipped it too far.
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I giggled and took a picture on Jesse's phone, posting it to Instagram. I have a few thousand followers. I don't think anyone from school follows me. "Jesse...." I leaned onto him. He pinched my cheeks and frowned. "You still thinking about lover boy?" He asked. I nodded. "You know what that means?" He made a smile on my lips. "What?"
"One you actually love him, and two.... You're not nearly high enough." He passed me the joint. I smiled and pressed it against my lips. I wanted to get some heroine but they didn't have any. We've got a bunch a weed and alcohol on Brandon's dresser. Nate and Marie were here too, they live with Brandon and Jesse now, but we wouldn't let them see us in this state.
I couldn't let anyone besides these two, see me like this. My other four guys seen me when I was on heroine, they didn't deserve that. These two are high with me.
I need more.
I knew I shouldn't have. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but knowing that Vic thinks I'm a bad person kills me. I knew the truth, but those were words I never thought I'd hear from him. After hearing it from everyone at school who didn't know, and then hearing him... I couldn't bare to look into his eyes knowing he felt that way.
I knew my eyes went green, that's something that happened when I felt hurt, or scared. That was one of the weaknesses I had, when I was scared, they knew. I was hardly ever scared though. Only twice, Brian and Kate, they were almost killed. Well Kate was almost killed.
"What do you think Brian's doing right now?" I asked Brandon and Jesse. "I think he's fucking mad bitches!" Brandon raised his joint to him. Jesse nodded in agreement after lighting his and raising. "Get all them bitches, Brian... You deserve it you old bastard." I joined them.
"I don't think he'd be proud of you guys. He told you his thoughts on drinking and smoking." A voice popped in, it was Marie.
"Marie get out of here, just let us be for a little bit." I shoes her away. Her eyes flashed of hurt, then changed to sorrow. She scoffed and left.
Great, I really am a horrible person aren't I?
I hated this.
Vic's POV
It's been five days since the fight, he still won't fucking answer me and I can't take it anymore. Mike is at some fucking rap concert with Tony and mama and papa are at work.
I drank, and drank, and drank. I was too tipsy to even fucking walk after fifteen minutes. I crawled to the bathroom, and stood up in front of the sink. I had to hold tightly onto the sink to reach into the cupboard. I was looking for my raiser. It took me a few minutes in my state to find it. I threw it down on the ground, breaking the top of it and the blades, five of them, flying around. I didn't care though, no I didn't care at all. I fell as I tried to pick them up, cutting my knee on one of them. I grabbed it, pulling myself back up and looking at my wrist. Do I seriously want to do this?
My answer?
Oh, yeah. I pressed the blade against my wrist, tearing it down. I felt my skin break and the warm blood as it trickled down my wrist, falling into the sink. I felt a smile creep onto my lips.
As I went deeper with each cut and slice my mind began to fade and I forgot almost everything, everything except for what I wanted to. But it was blurry in my mind, I could barely see it. I wanted to see it clear. I need to. I gripped the sink tightly and wrote his name in the pool of blood in the sink.
"Vic?" I heard Mike call out as the door shut.
I regret this
"MIKE!!"I yelled and let my voice break.
I fell onto the ground as the bathroom door was kicked open. "V-Vic!" He gasped and grabbed a towel, putting it against my arm. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.... Mikey I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I started crying harder as he was crouched in front of me. "Hey Hey hey, it's okay Vic. You're gunna be fine big brother." He said as he was getting on his phone.
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "I need him... I can't live without him. W-Without his beautiful eyes.... I can't." I breathed out and let my eyes close. "No Vic don't fucking close your eyes. Stay here, maybe you can't live without him, but I can't live without my big brother. Vic stop it." He let a few tears fall from his eyes.
"Mama and Papa are on there way along with the ambulance. Vic you'll be okay." He moved to my side and tightened the towel, cutting off my circulation.
"I love you Mikey, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." I opened my eyes and leaned into him as more people busted into the bathroom.
