part 1

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Kellin's pov:

I lay down on the hotel bed. Katelynn and I are still pretty close. considering we got a divorce because i was gay, and for vic out of all people.

it was a rough day and i have no idea why. I guess i just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. i have a day off before the next show. i thought it was going to be fun. guess not. i just wish vic was here.

i put in my headphones and start blasting one of vic's songs. king for a day comes on ironically. once i get to the part i sang, i start singing softly.

"please wont you push me for the last time. screams until theres nothing left. so sick of playing, i don't want this anymore. the thought of you's no fucking fun. want a martyr i'll be one. cause enough's enough were done."

jack walks in, and i don't even notice. i'm lying on the bed, facing the ceiling, blasting rock. i continue singing.

"you told me think about well i did. now i don't wanna feel a thing anymore. i'm of begging for the things that i want. i'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor."

Next thing i know, jack jumps on the bed and pulls out my earbud. "really dude? king for a day? how dramatic can you be?"

i can feel my face go red hot as i sit up. i literally just went from a 0 to a 10 in half a second.

i look him dead in the eyes. "what the fuck is wrong with you?" i don't know why in so fucking angry but i am.

"dude sorry. didn't mean to piss you off. what's been up with you today? you seem a little off." i know he said that with concern, but i answered like he was trying to start a fight.

"i don't know. how about you go fuck off and have fun with the other guys." i ended up yelling as i progressed in what i was saying. he doesn't answer. he looks down at the ground for a second, then gets up to leave.

i suddenly get a call. its from my sister, Harper. "yea whats up." i sound frustrated. "hey kellin you sound pissed off, which is why this is now 10 times harder to say." i get confused and i turn from angry to concerned. "wait what do you mean. what's harder to say?"

she's silent for a second and then answers my question. "kells, mom died." she continued talking but i couldn't hear the rest. no this cant be real. i can't-. my thoughts come back to the part that my sister is still talking.

"harper i can't- i have to go." i click the end call button. my heart starts pumping so hard, i hear it in my ears. i grab my phone and run out the door. the band sees me run but i don't care. i'm going so fast, they won't be able to keep up.

i continue running out of the hotel, till i'm out front door. i can't see where i'm going because theres tears in my eyes, but i don't think i care.

i don't know how long i was running but i can feel my legs get weak. i end up tripping over something on the sidewalk and i go tumbling down. my phone flies out of my pocket, and i don't have any control of my body at this point.

i stop tumbling and i'm now lying stomach down on the pavement. i'm slightly propped up on my elbows so my face isn't touching the ground, but i can barely breath. i'm gasping for air but i can't seem to get any.

this lady walks up to me and asks me if i'm ok. when she crouches down to ask me, i hear my phone go off. its vic. i have a special ringtone for him. "Vic." is all i can get out of my mouth. "what do you need?" she asks in confusion. i repeat myself. "Vic." i try to gasp for another breath. i managed to say "my phone." so she understands.

it stops ringing, but seconds later it rings again. she grabs my phone and starts talking to him. "speaker." escapes my lips just audible enough for her to hear. she puts him on speaker.

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