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One Hundred Sleepless Nights

just a note this is set before Sleeping With Sirens released thier newest album Madness

Failing lights, amass one hundred sleepless nights

And I might be holding on too tight

But there is a beast in my heart and he won't let you leave alive

This is the price you'll pay

Thoughts in your head that will never die

So don't you forget what we had

It's like I was never even there

{Vic}

The sunlight that streamed in my retinas burned like a brand into the back of my skull. I groaned because of two things: the pounding headache I had, and me remembering a feud of epic proportions that went down yesterday. I'm not going to say that it was entirely Kellin's fault, but for the most part, it was. The both of us are working on a song for Sleeping With Sirens newest album. It's due to release in about a month or so and everything on the record was flawless–except the song I was in. If only Kellin wouldn't act like such a douche bag–ow.

An unexpected pang reverbed in my head, it was worse than a hangover and I hadn't even been drinking last night. Or had I? Come to think of it, I don't even remember going back to my house–or driving for that matter. I ran a nervous hand through my bed head and scooted out of the blanket's soft and warm embrace. I stopped movement when I heard the unmistakable sound of rustling coming from right beside me.

Oh God oh God oh God oh God

Please tell me that I did not pick up some random chick last night.

"What's wrong baby? Why are you up so early?"

I knew that voice and shit, what the hell had I gotten into.

I turned my head to view Katelynne Quinn, my best friend's wife–well ex-best friend's wife. After what had happened yesterday and the situation right here, I doubt our relationship will ever be the same again.

"Babe–"

"Don't call me that! Shit Katelynne do you know how serious this is!"

I jumped off of bed, veering away from the arm she extended in my direction, "What is everyone going to think of me now? That I sleep around! With you of all people, oh my God."

I heard crying from another room.

Copeland. Her daughter.

This was Kellin's home–his bedroom-his wife–his family.

"Are you serious! With Copeland in the house too? What were we thinking–where's Ke–

I stopped suddenly, darting into the nearest bathroom and slamming the door behind me. Something was wrong with my voice. Really wrong. It was at least an octave higher. Maybe I did some weird drugs and that's why last night's events are a haze.

Bile rose up in my throat and I barely made it onto my knees and to the toilet where I threw up the contents of my stomach. What is going on?

Katelynne pounded at the door, begging me to come out. "Kellin what's wrong you're acting really strangely."

I shakily stood to my feet to rinse my face and mouth. I spat the remnants of whatever had been in my stomach.

"What the hell do you want?" I seethed.