Hold On Till May (Vic Fuentes Fanfic)

Hold On Till May (Vic Fuentes Fanfic) Chapter 7

*Flashback*
I walked into Vic's house. Thursdays were the days he was home alone while his parents worked late. I called his name as I slammed the door. "VIIIICCCCCCC!"

Usually he would run down the stairs or come out of his kitchen but neither was the case. This is how I immediately knew something was wrong. I ran upstairs and searched everywhere. The final room I checked was the bathroom.

There he was sitting in his bathtub sobbing with a knife in his hand.
Deep cuts went up and down his arms and he was sitting in a pool of blood and water. I took one look at him then pulled his naked body out of the water and called an ambulance.

While we were waiting I sat him down on the couch and tried to calm him down.

"Baby, please stop crying"

"You hate me now don't you? Or you at least think I'm a horrible person" He was collapsed in my arms sobbing like a child. I stroked his smooth hair and shushed him.

"I could never think that about you. You're a better person than I am. And you've held on this long. I held on till May for you so hold on till May for me."

"You never cut yourself. You said you wouldn't become that stereotypical emo girl." His crying was subsiding but he still lay trembling.

"Well..." I pulled up my sleeves to expose the lines that lined my forearms. Some were small, white and barely noticeable while others protruded and were a dull redish pink.

"Kat..." The look in his eyes was shocked and hurt.

"I'm sorry, Vic. I'm so fucking sorry." Tears started pooling in my eyes as Vic gave me a look. We stared at each other, both with red, puffy eyes.

Moments later sirens drew closer and stopped outside the door. Two medical workers rushed in and put Vic on a gurney and rushed back out. I sprinted out and they let me into the back with my boyfriend who was only half conscious at this point. I held his hand the entire time until we reached the hospital. They hurried him into the building and by the time I caught up Vic had already been taken into an operating room.

I sank down onto one of the benches in the waiting room. Hours passed. Those hours became a day. I hadn't eaten or slept but I didn't feel it. Everything was numb and all I cared was that Vic was going to be alright.

Finally a doctor walked out. "Is anyone here for Victor Fuentes?" I stood up and walked over to him.

"I am. I'm his girlfriend. I don't know where his parents are." It took everything I had to even get those words out. I was wringing my hands with fear and felt an anxiety attack
coming on.

"We called them but no answer. Can you try to get in contact with them?" He had a worried look on his face which scared me.

"Of course. How is he?" My heart was beating a mile a minute and my breath came in short gasps.

"He isn't doing so well. He lost a lot of blood and apparently took some prescription drugs but we are doing the best we can" My heart seemed to come to a complete stop. He had attempted to kill himself.

*End of Flashback*

I looked over at Vic sitting next to me on the couch. He was deep in thought and scribbling hurriedly in his notebook. His face was serious and it made him look adorable but my eyes kept glancing down at his arm. Most scars were barely noticeable unless you were looking but there was one big that stretched from his wrist to his elbow. There was the exact same one on the the other arm.

He looked up and saw me staring at him. Vic gave me a smirk and looked back down to what he was writing. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder.

"What are you writing?" I tried to read the writing but the handwriting was illegible.

"I'm working on a new song. I have lyrics but they aren't making sense together." Vic's features were in a concentrated scowl.

"Sing me some." I loved hearing his songs even if they didn't make it with the band. He looked so happy and they were always his true feelings.

"That night it should have been over
But you would have been left without closure
My wrists a bloody mess
It was the only exit
I took too many pills
And that's all I have. It sucks I know. I'm just out of it." He looked at me and I saw all the hurt in those brown eyes. I leaned over and kissed him. His mouth was soft and warm and I didn't want to pull away but I did.

"It was amazing. It's about that day isn't it?" His thumb drew circles on the back of my hand.

"Yeah" He confessed. Maybe in that moment I really realized how hard it would be to lose him. How his pain was my pain. It hurt me to think about him going through what I did. And that just made me love him that much more.

"Vic, we're gonna be okay." I looked at him and knew it was true. We were going to make it through together.