Ill Hold You Close And Show You You're Not Broken.

~Gloomy weather babe~

Kellin~

I slide out of Vic's bed with a sigh. There's a small ache in my chest and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hate to do this to Vic but its for the best.

I walk downstairs quietly, no one is here so I make my way outside. I walk home slowly. I take in my surroundings considering its the last time I'll ever see them.

A cool breeze makes me shiver and blows the hair put of my face. My shoes crunch against the leaves on the sidewalk. The sick feeling in my stomach grows as I make my way closer to my house.

I narrow my eyes as I look around, the early sun blinds my eyes but it looks nice in the cool crisp morning. I inhale deeply. I bite my lip as it trembles and tears prick my eyes.

I walk faster so I can get this over with. It will be so much easier on Vic and my family. If I was dead a while ago Vic wouldn't have to hurt my dad. He wouldn't have relapsed that one time. My dad wouldn't have gotten beaten up. My parents wouldn't have to deal with having a stupid faggot for a son. Mike wouldn't have been shunned by his family for assaulting me.

If I was gone everyone would be happier.

I reach my house and open the door. I cautiously make my way upstairs into my room. I look around and admire each feature.

I walk over to my desk and sit in the chair. I pull out a pen and paper and begin writing.

I decide to dedicate it to Vic, the only person who really cares. Along with Justin but we haven't talked much lately so I don't see the point.

Dear Vic,

By the time you're reading this I'll already be gone. I'm sorry. You were the only one who cared and put up with me. I will miss you and you're loving touch. I want you to move on although it won't be that hard. I'm only doing this to make things easier for everyone. I love you so much, I don't really know what else to write but I love you and I won't forget you.

By now hot tears are streaming down my face freely. I'm practically gasping for air. My head hurts. I fold up the paper and put it in my pocket.

I walk over to my closet and grab my box of blades. I walk out of my room and head downstairs. I go outside and begin walking back to Vic's house.

As I walk my chest feels like it's on fire. Not from walking but because of the Immense amount of guilt I feel for doing this to Vic.

I run a hand through my hair and tug at it harshly as I let out a strangled sob.

I reach his house and walk in. I left the door unlocked since I had this planned out. I cautiously look around, no one is up yet. I mean it is really early. Probably 7AM

I walk into Vic's room and hold my breath and try to stop crying. I set the note on his nightstand. I lean down and kiss him softly.

I walk out his room and go outside.

I walk down the street and make my way over to a bridge near a highway.

The walk was long and I was left panting on a sidewalk near the bridge.

I pull a blade from my box and begin making slashes all over my arms.

I then climb up on the bridge and stand on the edge.

The wind blows through my hair and for once I feel free and in control.

I look down at the crashing waves. I close my eyes and sigh contently.

I lift my foot and then I did it.

I jumped.

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