Euthanasia (Kellic)

31: The Unexpected

I Savour Hate As Much As I Crave Love Because I'm Just A Twisted Guy. Is This The Pinnacle, Is This The Pinnacle, The Pinnacle Of Being Alive?

"Kellin!"

I was awoken by hands shaking my limp frame back to consciousness - his hands, of course. No one else would even dream of caring and I was strangely very content with that - I didn't feel the need for peoples' sympathies at all; I just couldn't seem to get away from Vic's no matter how hard I tried. By now, I'd even given up trying.

"Kellin? For fuck's sake..." His words were heavy and full of a weird kind of resent. He didn't curse all that often, but today he let the curse slide from his lips with ease and without the bat of an eyelash as he seemed to have given up shaking me, leaving curiosity to slowly fool me into pushing open my eyelids.

Perhaps I shouldn't have. And the moment the light flooded my eyes I instantly regretted opening them at all: Vic was curled up crying just across from me, the reason entirely unknown until I remembered my arms and the utter mess I'd made, and perhaps more importantly the promise I'd broken.

I hadn't gotten to forty... I gotten to seventy by now, and that was what pulled my consciousness away, but I just had to fucking wake up, didn't I? I just fucking had to. God, I hated this recurring and undoubtedly vicious cycle.

Fuck.

My fingers curled around the stained silver blade that had caused all of this - I hated my friends now. It was okay when they hurt me, but as soon as Vic got upset that was entirely too far. Vic was crying and they'd caused it, along with me of course, but I had to get rid of them - I'd work on getting rid of myself at a later date.

I kept the blade tightly curled up in my palm as if it might make a break for escape as I stumbled to my feet and made my way over to the draw where the rest of my friends resided. Or Ex-friends, I should say, because no matter what they thought, we most certainly weren't friends anymore.

I grabbed them all; I wanted to leave one in case of emergencies, but what they'd done to Vic was entirely too much, so I grabbed them all. Vic overruled emergencies entirely; I think Vic overruled just about everything, actually. That really was kind of crazy to think about.

Vic only looked up at the sound of me opening the window; he croaked out my name once more, most likely imagining I was to jump from the window, but for once he was wrong in all the right ways. I turned back to him, flashing him a reassuring smile before I threw my ex friends out, leaving them to land in the skip underneath my bedroom window, destined to live in a dump where they belonged.

No one hurts Vic, no one.

"Kellin..." He breathed out, the floorboards creaking as he scrambled to his feet, heading straight in my direction. "Did you really just get rid of them?" He asked, utterly in disbelief of the situation, despite having seen me do so in front of his very eyes; I guess he thought he was hallucinating or something, which was something I didn't blame him for because throwing away the blades was something I really thought I'd never do.

"Yeah." I nodded, turning around to face him, my head bowed a little as the reality of what I'd just done suddenly came crashing down on my already shuddering heart. "All of them." And then, fuck, he started crying again - I'd fucked up again, hadn't I? I hadn't a clue how or why, but he was crying and this just couldn't be good. "Vic-"

"Kellin..." He sighed out for the millionth time, before pulling me against him and just fucking kissing me, which I must admit was a little unexpected but I really had no objections to this at all. After all, it was Vic and he was kind of cute, in a weird, annoying, arsehole, kind of way.