Vic's pov:
I woke up to Kellin on top of me, I carefully rolled him off and got up to get dressed. Once I had pants on I made my way into the kitchen to get a few drinks and head back to the studio to work on some songs. Mike saw me and gave me a hug. He said he would join me in a few hours. I made my way back quietly and sat down at my desk and started to write down the day and time. I got my other songs I wrote, the newly written ones I had done when Kellin and I were apart. I made sure to hide them so I wouldn't have to explain the meanings. I started writing the intro into hell above so the song wouldn't be 6 minutes long. I almost had it down when I felt an arm wrap around my torso. I look to my side to see Kellin smiling. He saw what I wrote and kissed my cheek.
"Can I hear some of the songs you wrote so far Vicky?"
"I want to write, maybe later?" I said hopeful that he wouldn't force me to sing the songs about us.
""Pleassseeeee Vicky" he said with puppy eyes. How could I say no?
I grabbed the papers I hid and looked through them, before I could sort through them he grabbed two songs and handed them to me. I went into the booth and grabbed my guitar. I sat down at the mic and settled down on the stool. I put the music on the stand and that's when Mike came in. He came in along with Tony. The first song we played was A Match Into The Water, he looked pleased so we moved on to the second one... Props and Mayhem. This was about the time Kellin and I broke up. I was mad and hurt, needless to say, in a dark place where I turned to cutting myself non-stop and drinking myself to death. I started to play, his smiled turned into a serious expression and when we got to the lines,
Does it even make a difference When I'm sober, I feel pain
As we run under the stars
Through cemetery backyards
Celebrate the way the night hides scars
His face gave me a look that told me he knew what this was about, his expression stayed the same throughout the song. Once we were done Tony wanted to play one hundred sleepless nights to practice so we did. Kellins face stayed the same throughout the song, he avoided eye contact with me. We finished the song and I headed out of the studio, I needed to avoid everyone and go get a drink of alcohol. I knew Kellin would be mad. Of course he would. I sat down at the island in my kitchen with a bottle of vodka and some tequila. The others were talking about something that needed fixed in the songs while I downed both bottles. I didn't care if it may kill me, I drowned the pain in Me and that's all that matters. I stumbled into the studio and sat where I previously did to think of some songs. I struggled to see straight, let alone thing straight. I thought of s few good lyrics to use but writing them down turned into gibberish. Mike took notice of my behavior and gave me a concerned look. He pulled me aside in the booth and told me he knows about Kellin and I, he has known since before it happened and he knows about my alcohol problems right now and offered his help. I knee he would help me but I was so far gone that no one could even think of helping me now. I just wanted to drink, drink becsuse of my life, my ex girlfriend who had a baby to someone else, to me being a fuck up with Kellin and with Mike, to not being able to finish this album, to everything in life. Everyday was a constant reminder of this. Kellin came in and wanted to speak privately to me, yay! I get to be yelled at again! Sarcasm. He looked at me in shock that I was drunk, but I didn't care. He stood still for a moment and then he kissed me. We were behind the door so no one saw. Once he was done he apologized thousands of time for how he was when we broke up. Then he proceeded to hit my chest becsuse of cutting and being drunk. Apparently he didn't appreciate my drunkenness as much as I did. I tuned him ouy and thought of some sick ass lyrics so once he was done I ran out and wrote them down. Before I could finish writing them down I fell into darkness, apparently I was too tired to care or god took pitty on me and killed me.
