Band Imagines/One-Shots

Sticking Around and Fading Out (Kellin Quinn)

Imagine- Kellin Quinn holding you while you die

        He supposed it was funny in some non-humorous aspect. There had to be something comical about the whole situation, despite the whole her-blood-is-on-the-pavement thing and the whole well-there-goes-part-of-her-small-intestine thing. So he laughed. A total manic laugh that didn't suit anyone well. It was harsh and piercing to the ears, entirely too broken and sad to seen as anything besides insanity or grief. Perhaps it was a bit of both- yeah, better go with that. It was better to be a little bit of both than just one of the other right? I mean crazy was crazy but sad was sad and oh dear god, had he upset her? 

        She stirred gently in his arms, moaning out a word that sounded just like his name without the K or really any of the letters that followed afterwards. He picked her up gently, pulling her flush against him until he could feel her pounding heatbeat against his chest. He whispered to her name to her, a plead to get her to stay. The laugh was gone now, instead it was replaced with tears and a differnt type of heave of his chest. She could still feel the pain, he knew, since she groaned each time he touched her in the wrong spot. He kept doing that, thinking that she always like it when he rubbed her stomach and chest. He needed to stop doing that, it was upsetting her. He had made her upset. 

        Y/N stirred in his arms again trying to shift, even in her unconciousness, to find a more comfortable position. Well, she was sort of unconcious. She could hear him and the laugh he had produced not even a minute before sent chills though her bones- or maybe it would have if she wasn't already freezing. It was as someone had thrown her out in the snow for a bit and just let her sit there until she was numb. It was like she couldn't quite feel she was cold- probably due from the lack of warm blood that used to course through her veins- but she knew she was. She also knew, simply because of that fact, that she could might as well already be dead and that this was some twisted, sick payback for all the sins she had done in her short life. The laugh was probably fro premarital sex (everyone was doing that now adays though, what was so wrong?), the pain was probably for little things like telling a lie to her parents every once and a while, or actually reading through her friends diary when she had asked not to. Then there was the simple fact that he was here, watching her die more or less. Or watched her die. She couldn't tell whether the air had left her lungs or if the red blood cells were still making their way through her veins. Which ever one though, putting him in pain was the last thing she wanted. Then again whose arms is it better to die in than your beloved? 

        Kellin murmered softly into her hair, pulling her close. He was practically crushing her now, but quite honestly he didn't seem to care. It wasn't as if crushing her or not crushing were going to improve her chances at surviving. From the moment he had pulled her from that car- that stupid car- he knew she'd be dead within minutes. Blood was pouring out of her and all he could think to do was pull her on his lap and kiss her hair. He almost found it funny that she died this way- no drugs or guns or pills- just a girl in her car smashing and crumpling them both as it skidded off the highway and plunged into the trees. There was so much for her to do and the one time she wasokay again, the one time she didn't want to die, she did. 

        He was going to teach her so much. He would teach her how to sing and help her start her own band. He was going to ask her to make a record company with him, show her the ropes and how buinesses worked (he had some expericnes, some band mates he knew ran studios). Instead she was learning how it felt to die, how it felt to have the air leave your lungs a final time before blackness overcame her forever. But even that lesson wouldn't stick. 

        Not even her heartbeat stuck around much longer after that, let alone her.