WARNING: MENTIONS OF GUNS, DEATH, THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE AND JAIL. IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING, PLEASE DON'T READ!!!!!!
Lachlan's POV
I look down at my hands, the image of them stained in blood burned into my mind.
Just a day earlier i had my hands covered in blood with a gun in my hand.
I couldn't hear the dull screams of those around us.
I couldn't hear the sirens coming for me.
I couldn't hear anything.
I could only hear the fading heartbeat of my now dead lover and his attacker, killed by me.
My hands and head slowly betray me, showing me visions of Vikk, lying in front of me.
"It's all your fault" he says. "If you would have done something, id be alive" he continued. I knew it wasn't truly him. I knew this was my mind playing tricks.
I hope it is.
"Lachlan Power?" A security guard said. "Y-Yeah?" I answered, standing up.
"Time for breakfast." He says, unlocking my cell and letting me out, following closely behind me. I walk forwards, not trying anything.
Truthfully, there's no point in living now. Vikk was gone and I'm spending 30 years in prison.
I miss his face.
His laugh.
His smile.
His voice.
His everything..
-Flashback-
"W-who are you?" Vikk stutters, a man in a black sweater coming closer to the both of us.
Our house got broken into to, while we were sleeping. This is what we woke up to, a man in a black sweater in our house.
"You'll see." He laughs, hands in his pockets. "Dude what the hell. Back off." I say, standing in front of Vikk.
"I'm not scared of you." He says, pulling a gun, pistol, out of his pocket. "W-Woah back up. We're not doing no harm." Vikk says, standing beside me again.
"Hands up." He says. We both throw our hands up as he points the gun towards us.
I knew i had a gun in my side drawer, where we live is really sketchy.
"Black hair kid. Come here." He says, meaning Vikk. "W-What?" He stutters, eyes going wide.
"I said. Come. Here!" He shouts. Vikk quickly gets up and goes towards him. "Show me where your money is kept." He said.
Vikk looked at me and nodded. He walks out of the room, just in time for me to get my gun out of my drawer.
I load it and remove the safety, walking out of the room to find them. "Let him go," I say, aiming my gun at the man.
"Oh how funny." He laughs. "You really think I'm scared of a blondie with a small gun?" He says, holding his much larger gun to Vikk's head.
"I think you might want to drop the gun, blondie." He says, reloading his gun.
-Flashback Over-
Next thing i knew, Vikk was bleeding out and so was the man.
I still don't know who it was, nor do I want to know. I have nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.
"Take a seat." My guard said, leaving me at a table with 5 other men.
Food was served and I didn't eat any of it.
I wasn't hungry anymore, all i can think about is that blood...
His blood.
