WARNING: THIS IS DEPRESSING AND CAN BE VERY TRIGGERING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SELF HARM, CHEATING OR DEPRESSING THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!
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Vikk's POV
The dark night sky looms over my bowed head as I walk along the hard pavement.
Simon and them didn't even realize that I had left, nor did they care.
It was pretty late, probably around 1 or 2 am, which also meant it was pretty dark.
So much had happened within the past week, my thoughts were getting too much for me so I took a walk alone.
I'm really glad it's not raining, I would be soaked by now.
Heartbreak sucks, people leaving sucks, everything sucks so much.
I see if anyone is around me, heading into a forest that was once forgotten. My shoes are damp from the dew in the grass, but I don't mind.
Off in the distance, I see a little tree house that was wedged between four perfectly placed trees.
This place was my whole childhood, my teenage years and almost adult life too.
I wish he felt the same though, I wish he could have stayed. I climb up the ladder slowly, trying not to fall.
I open my phone and turn on the flashlight and when I get inside, it's so different.
No more toys or coloring books, but now bottles of alcohol and pictures of Lachlan and I.
It was obvious that he had come here and did this, but why is the question.
I hear footsteps, shuffling very weirdly near me, getting closer. I pull out my pocket knife and stand up scared.
"Who's there?" I ask out. "V-Vikkkk?" they said.
The only person I didn't want to see right now. "Lachlan?" I say shakily.
No answer was given but the rope shaking and a blonde quiff peaking out from the floor.
"Yeeaah" He replies, stepping into the house.
"W-What are you doing? Are you drunk?" I question, seeing the tall boy stumble around. He takes a seat next to the table and leans his head back.
"Yeeaahh maan" He slurs. I frown, knowing this boy isn't the same as when I left him.
"Lachlan, You hated any drug of any sort when I left, why are you drinking?" I asked him, sitting across from him.
"It's better to forget then remember," He says sleepily, but maybe that just him now. "You're not wrong I guess." I sigh, looking down at my hands.
"How're you Vikk?" Lachlan asks, opening his crystal eyes. I stay quiet, unsure as to how to answer him.
"Why are you talking to me anyway? I thought you hated me.." I mumble.
"I could never actually hate you Vikk. Maybe its because I'm drunk. Just talk to me." He says, moving over towards me.
"Not too close please" I start to shake. "Sorry..." He trails off, moving away a bit. "It's fine" I breathe out, playing with my sleeve.
"You still do that eh? Play with your sleeve when you're nervous or anxious?" He says, noticing it.
"Y-Yeah I do. I haven't changed much." I said quietly.
"Do you still... you know?" He asks, shockingly stable. "Uh," I mumble, covering my hands with my sleeves and sitting back in my spot.
"I should really just go Lachlan," I say, starting to grab my things. "No." He says quickly, trying to grab my arm.
"Fuck," I mutter, rubbing it. "Oh.. Vikk I'm sorry, I-I didn't know." He stutters.
"It's okay. Don't worry." I frown, heading towards the door. "P-Please don't go?" He asks sadness hinting in his voice, his sweet sweet voice.
"O-Okay Lachlan." I breathe, sitting back down slowly. "Can I sit next to you?" He asks.
I nod slightly, making space beside me. He moves his whole body towards me and sits on my left.
He goes to reach for my arm, but I pull away and look at him. "Trust me?" He whispers. "O-Okay..." I gulp, letting him touch my arm.
He stares at me softly and lovingly, just how he used to do every day. He holds the end of my sleeve within his two fingers, slowly pulling it up.
I shake slightly, biting my lip out of nerves. He finds exactly what he knew would be there, but probably worse than he thought it would be.
"Did I make you do this?" He asks, ghosting his fingers over my forearm. "Urm no. I've been really depressed lately.." I sigh, feeling very uncomfortable.
"I'm glad we were always prepared." He laughs softly, moving to a small cabinet in the tree house.
"Lachlan that's not really-" I start but get cut off by him speaking.
"Yes it is, Love. I care about you too much." He says, drunkenness obviously wearing off. He returns with bandages, cleaning wipes and tape.
"You know the drill, Vikky," He says, which I did. I took off my sweater and gripped something to ease the pain of the wet wipes.
Once Lachlan was done, he pressed soft kisses to my arm, looking at me after every kiss.
"I still love you so much." He whispers. "I-I'm sorry," I say, tears brimming my eyes.
"Hey hey Vikk baby, don't cry. You're okay" He says, pulling me into his chest. I just let go, no need to hide it anymore.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry." I cry, gripping his shirt.
"This was the most fun I've ever had, you made me smile, you made me laugh." He sings softly. I ease into his grip, remembering the old times.
"I wish I could turn back time relive the best moment of my life.." he continues.
( this is part of "this is the most fun I've ever had" by Caroline Dare)
I calm down completely by then, remembering all the nights he'd sing this to me while I fall asleep.
"It doesn't have to be like this Vikky." He says, rubbing my back softly. "W-What do you mean?" I ask.
"We could be together... We don't have to be alone..?" He says, looking me in the eyes. "I-I can't do that Lachlan.." I sigh, heart hurting.
"You cheated on me... I just can't see you the same way.." I frown at the lovingly drugged up boy in front of me.
"I understand. Can we still be friends?" He asks, a bit of hope left in his eyes. "I...I don't think so.." I stutter, close to crying again.
"I understand Vikk. No more hurting yourself okay? Draw instead. How you used to do. I'll go now. Goodnight, Handsome" Lachlan says, hopping out of the tree house before I could reply.
I sit there, numb to the thought of what just happened.
I rub my arm softly, frowning at the stinging and smiling at the bandages.
Maybe there still is hope for me.
