Imaginary (Kellic One-Shot) [Punk, Rock, and Metal]

So this story is kind of weird and meant to screw with your mind a little bit. Hopefully it’ll at least somewhat confuse you. c:

Also, I am entering this in @Fanfic's one-shot contest :)

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"Hey."

The voice comes from right next to me, though I could swear I was completely alone just a moment ago. It’s Vic, as always, sneaking up on me. He likes to do that, it seems.

"Hey," I reply, smiling widely. I’m sitting out on the wooden swing on the front porch of my house, and he’s sitting beside me.

"Kellin, I want to know something," he says thoughtfully, staring off into the distance as the sun sets in front of us.

I shrug. “Uh, okay. What?”

He bites his lip, frowning slightly. “I want to know why you keep me a secret from other people. You didn’t used to, y’know, when we were younger. But now…you act like I don’t exist when you’re not alone.” He turns to look at me, and I think he sounds a bit hurt.

I sigh. “I know, Vic. I’m sorry. But nobody else can see you or hear you or feel you. Not like I can. They think I’m crazy whenever I talk about you. I had to stop being so open, or else I’d probably be locked up in the nuthouse by now.”

Vic nods slowly, reaching forward and lightly running his fingers across my arm. I don’t understand how people can tell me he isn’t real. He is. His touch is real, his words are real, he is real. He has to be.

"Kellin!" my mother calls. "Dinner!"

I glance over my shoulder at the door. “Okay!” When I turn my head back around, I find that Vic is gone, just like that. I still don’t know how he disappears so quickly.

Once I’m inside, my parents both give me weird looks, and it’s only after dinner has begun that they tell me why.

My father clears his throat. “Kellin,” he says slowly, “your mother and I heard you outside just now. You were talking to Vic again.” He says Vic’s name almost mockingly, the way everyone does.

Shit. “Uh,” I stutter. “No, I wasn’t.”

"Kellin, we heard you say his name," Mom says. "Don’t lie to us. Were you talking with him?"

I look down at my plate, letting my hair fall into my face. “Yeah.”

"Kellin," Dad says disapprovingly. "You told us that he’d gone away."

"Well, I lied," I snap, suddenly wanting to defend Vic. "He never went away. He’s the only one who never went away."

After a short moment of silence, Mom calmly says, “Honey, he’s not real.”

That sets me off.

I stand up from my chair. “Yes, he is!” I yell, balling my hands up into fists. I want to say something else, but I bite my tongue, figuring that a full-on rampage wouldn’t be such a great idea. Taking a deep breath, I storm out of the dining room and upstairs to my bedroom, where I slam the door and lock it behind me.

"You okay?"

Vic is sitting on the edge of my bed, looking over at me in concern. I shake my head and sit down next to him.

"They don’t take me seriously, Vic," I say. "I don’t understand. Why am I the only one who can see you?"

Vic kisses me on the cheek. “Because you’re special.”