No Reflection|Kellic

Chapter 27

KELLINS POV
'Kellin?' A voice whispered.
I wiped my tear stained eyes and sniffed, 'Yeah?'
'I was gunna ask if you were still awake, but yeah..' I heard Jaime say.
'I'm still awake too.' I heard Tony's hushed voice.
When neither Mike or Vic came home last night, he started to become worried too.
'What's the time?' I whispered.
'Four am.' Tony answered.
I nodded, though no one could see as it was nearly pitch black.
' I miss him..' I sobbed quietly.
'I miss him and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours.' I cried.
'I know.' Jaime whispered.

He was just as worried as me.
Another tear rolled down my cheek, adding to the small damp tear patch on my pillow.

'It'll all be okay.' Tony whispered, though he didn't sound too certain.
I sniffed slightly in response.
I guess he was just trying to see the positive side of things.
Which Jaime and I were finding extremely difficult..

MIKES POV
*Yesterday*
'Hey!' Vic laughed, pushing me back.
'What's the time?' I asked.
Vic checked his watch.
'4.50 .' He said.
I nodded and nudged him slightly as payback for shoving me again.
He chuckled slightly, 'Shit! The shop shuts in ten minutes!' He exclaimed.
'Chill, it's only across the road.' I laughed, but he was already off, running towards the road as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Then it happened.

It all seemed to be in slow motion..

The truck sped around the corner, showing no signs of slowing down.
Still smirking from Vic's panic, I watched the truck and frowned slightly at its speed.
It's tires screeched, as it went faster.
My eyes traveled to the middle of the road..
My brother just about to run right in front of it.
'Vic!' I screamed.
He stopped, but it was too late.
He had stopped, but right in front of the truck..
'Wha-?' He called back, before letting out a shriek.
Bang.
The Lorry smashed into him and suddenly, the world seemed to stop.
My heart dropped to my stomach as my legs gave way.
'Vic..' I whispered, collapsed on the floor, his screams echoed in my head.
Through violent sobs, I managed to pull myself up.
I stumbled towards his still body on the side of the road.
There was already a large crowd of people around the area.
The world was spinning, but that didn't matter.
I reached his body, no life seemed to be in it.
'Oh my god.' I choked out a sob as I saw him.
His once tanned face was already pale, large streaks of blood coming out from his head, mouth, and nose.
I shook his body but it was lifeless.
I shook it again, not wanting to believe it.
My brother.
My brother is..
He can't be.
No, not my Vic.
No.
My brother is dead.

I scooped up his deceased body and held it close, his crimson blood running out onto my shirt.
I screamed in anger, clutching him in my arms, feeling a crowd of people's eyes on me, but that didn't matter.

'Wake up! Vic, wake up!' I cried, tears burning my eyes.
But he didn't wake up, not matter how hard I pleaded. He just wouldn't wake, and I don't think he ever would again.

The sound of sirens echoed the streets, but my mind had closed down, all that mattered was the boy in my arms.
The boy I looked up to all these years.
My brother, my older brother.
'Viccy please.' I sobbed.
His shirt, which was white, was now
colored a dark red.
His lips slightly parted, his hair stuck to his face with already dried blood.

Suddenly, He was being taken from me.
Someone was taking him.
'No!' I screamed, holding him like my life depended on it.
'We have to take him sir.' A voice said.
I screamed at them, gripping onto him. But I was too weak, my chest ached and my throat burnt. I slowly let go, and In blurry vision, I saw him being zipped into a body bag.
I curled up on the cold tarmac and sobbed my heart out, knowing he's never coming back. That I'd never see him again...

VICS POV
My head was throbbing and everything was blurry.
How long had I been asleep?
I had a weird dream.. it was like I re-visited every moment of my life but I was watching it, but the end was wrong.
I don't think I've ever been hit by a truck.
Mike was there, it was horrible.
I shook the thought out of my head and slowly sat up, looking around.
Wait, I wasn't in the old recording studio, I wasn't with Kellin..
Where was I?
Then I recognised it, I was back home in San Diego.
I frowned.
Why was I in San Diego?
Why am I not with Kellin?
My heart felt like it stopped, Did I dream the whole thing?
I couldn't have.
It felt so real..
I paced around.
It has to have been real.
I decided to go outside, get some fresh air.
My neighbour, Mrs Ashdale, was watering her roses.
'Hello Mrs Ashdale! It's been ages!' I smiled.
But she carried on watering her plants.
I frowned, I guess she was quite old.
I walked up to her and smiled, 'Hi.'
She looked up, but it was almost like she looked through me.
I frowned, 'Is something up?' I asked.
No reply.
I shrugged and walked back in the house frowning
I walked upstairs into my bathroom, sighing and splashing Icey-cold water in my face, everything felt different.
Everything was so strange.
I dried my face on a towel and looked up into the mirror.
My stomach dropped.

No reflection..