8: Kellin

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Holy shit.

That was the most accurate description of what went through Kellin's mind during the whole event. He didn't hesitate with calling an ambulance, but nothing seemed to happen how he wanted. So this was the infamous out of body experience.

After the call, he returned inside. He swallowed thickly. "Guys, get up!" he yelled. Mike, Tony and Jaime all came into the room, looking sleep-drunk and not very pleased being woken up at 3 AM.

"Why?" asked Mike suspiciously. Kellin turned around to look Vic's brother dead in the eye.

"Your brother attempted suicide. Keep James away from the balcony. I'm going outside," he explained swiftly, pulling on his jacket and beanie. Jaime got up from his perch on the arm of the couch.

"He what?!"

"He tried to die, Jaime. He threw himself off the balcony," Kellin snapped before leaving the apartment.

Outside, he quickly reached Vic. He was still breathing, heart still thumping. It was an awful sight, but that couldn't bother Kellin anymore as he carefully took the smaller boy into his arms. "Don't die, Vic, please," he whispered hoarsely, tears passing his defenses. It was almost dark already, the sun barely visible behind the houses and the stars appearing.

Kellin pulled out his phone. 3:06 AM. He went to his notes and wrote something down:

I'm better off dead.

He felt like he could do something with it. Write a song, perhaps. For Vic. He had never seen Vic so peaceful before.

"Don't die..."

He could see the sirens. Despite the sirens, Vic remained unconscious. He was sleeping with sirens, basically. That had a nice ring to it.

Kellin mentally scolded himself for thinking such things while Vic was barely alive, but he couldn't force his fantasies back: he wanted to be famous, to have a band of his own. He barely thought anything as they took Vic from him. He was numb. He followed them to the ambulance and messaged Mike:

Anyone of you having a driver's license? My keys are still on the table.

He got a reply that yes, Tony could drive.

Come to the hospital. I'm in the ambulance.

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