" Don't Go." Kellic Fan-Fiction " Completed."

Chapter 5 " The Cheap Bouquet."

I sigh to myself, standing up, In the pitch dark, and walking towards the door opening it, I walk across the hall to my room and close the door behind me. *Trigger warning*

I may have pushed him a little too far, he had every reason to snap at me like that, I'm such an idiot, I think to myself. I open up my secret shelf in my bedroom bathroom, My best friends.

Razors
Bleach
Pills
Lastly, If I'm way too upset, I have rope, already tied in the perfect noose.

I also have some extra things, That I don't like, but they also destroy you, there's drugs, cigarettes, needles, and other shit. I push those to the side. This house doesn't even have a balcony, not that I would do that right now.

I sit on the bathroom floor, as a tear rolls down my face, but I quickly wipe it away. The razor is my favorite, you have more control over your life's will.

I pick one of them up, pulling up my sleeve, I'll only do one arm today, just to calm me down.

One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
Shouldn't I add some more?
Five cut
Six cut
7,8,9
Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Patterns of deep and light cuts trace my arm as I start to loose count, staring at the blood before me. Once my vision starts to fade, I decide to put it down, This foster home is way better than the others so far, I can hold on.

I wipe the blood off of my arm, as more pours out. I roll my eyes, must of went a little to deep. I search around the cabinet for bandage or anything, but can't find any. I look at the deep cut, I think it'll be fine. I think to myself with my head spinning from blood loss.

I pull my sleeve back down, holding it tightly, trying to stop the blood, there has to be bandage or anything in this place. Blood drips onto the floor, forming a tiny puddle, it can't be that deep of a fucking cut, I sigh.

I put all the objects away, locking the cabinet door, and I stand up, walking out of the room.

" There you are!" Vic shouts worried and hugs me tightly.

" You're back fast." I point out, or did time go by too fast for me.

" Mike is in a one month coma, they aren't allowing me in his room, so I came back." He says simply, and my stupid fucking body decided to drip blood onto Vic's hand that was holding mine, and with my luck he notices.

" Are you alright?!?" He asks worried.

I nod. " I'm fine." I say forcing a smile.

He sighs. " Kellin, lift up your sleeve."

I shake my head quickly. " Uh, no..."

" Uh, yes." He insists trying to lift it, but I back up quickly into the wall.

" No!" I shout sending him a glare.

" Kellin.." He says softly.

My head spins, seeing multiple Vics, before they all fade to black.

* who knows how long later*

" K..kellin w..wake up!" I hear Vic's voice in the distance.

I feel a sting on my cheek, causing me to open my eyes, my vision still a bit messed up.

" Kellin, did you do anything else besides the razor?" He asks worried.

I shake my head.

My vision starts to restore when the bandage stops more blood from coming out, yay I didn't need another hospital visit.

" T..thanks." I whisper, a bit weak from the blood lost, I didn't even remember cutting that deep.

" You..scared..me." Vic says softly.

I nod with my eyes closed. " I need rest." I mumble, as I feel muscular arms, pick me up, and put me softly onto the bed.

* A few minutes later.*

I hear sobs from Vic's room, it woke me up actually. It must have been hard for him for that to happen to his brother, and for me to be stupid after that.

My eyes shoot open. Wait.. what if..

I get up quickly running to his room, trying to open the door but it's locked.

" Vic, please open up!" I shout.

The sobs stop, which made my heart skip a beat, but then the door opened to a sorrowed Vic.

I rarely ever show emotion, I basically became robotic, since I'm used to the pain of foster-to-foster home.

" Vic..." I mumble, as he sighs.

" Don't worry about me." He mumbles.

" but..."

" No buts!" He interrupts. " I helped you because you were a bloody mess, I'm fine, I don't go too deep, I'll be okay." He says quickly, trying to close the door, but I block it.

" Vic!" I shout.

His face softens and he sighs. " Come in."

I enter his room. " Wheres your razor?" I ask.

" Where's yours?" He asks.

" I asked first."

" I'm not lending my razor to someone who was pouring blood out of their arm." He says a little too harshly, but I'm used to it.

" I won't give mine to you then." I shrug. " I can go even deeper, that wasn't even deep to me."

He sighs. " You were doing it because of me weren't you?"

" That's what you're doing, right?"

The room fills with silence.

" Now let me see your sleeve or wherever you were doing it." I insist.

He rolls his eyes, rolling up two sleeves, that have tiny cuts; but many, on them.

I use the bottom of my shirt to wipe the little amount of blood off.

" You saw what happened to me, and Tony, don't do it." I say simply.

" You shouldn't tell someone not to do something you do yourself." He points out.

" Do you cut?" I look him up and down. " Everywhere?"

He nods slowly. " So do I." I say making eye contact with him.

As our lips attack like razors attacking skin.

We end up making out in bed, before falling asleep.

A/N: I warned you, there will be triggering scenes.