Hurt (Kellic) ON HOLD

Alone

what am I doing here?

(Kellin's POV)

I slowly wake up in a room that's unfamiliar. Before I can scan the room I feel a nauseating wave ripple through my head. I close my eyes back up to combat it, as I'm just hit with a wave of pain.

I remember what happened, how I had upset Daniel and how he beat me and left me in the park. My arms and torso were so sore from taking the most of the beating. The side of my head felt numb with pain as I got hit there a few times.

I open my eyes again, adjusting my position on the couch, and realize I'm in Vic's living room. As I shift around to get comfortable I let out a groan of discomfort, that knocks Vic out of his trance causing him to look up at me.

He looks from me, to the clock, then me again. He lets out a sigh and starts to get up. His bones pop as if he had been in the same position for hours, and looking at the clock, he probably was.

"Thank you." I manage to get out, feeling a lot better from earlier. I try to sit up as he's standing over me but it hurts.

He reaches his hand out and I wince at the pain in my arms as I move them to block my face for the incoming blow. When it doesn't come I open my eyes and peek behind my hands.

He's frowning and obviously was deep in thought, but he says nothing as he slowly reaches his hands towards me.

"Let me help you get into a comfortable spot." He whispers, grabbing my hand and shoulder to move me into a better spot. His hands are warm and I suddenly realize how cold I am.

I shiver, letting go of his hand to move the blanket around me, my arms numb with pain from trying to block his hits.

He leaves the room and the comforting presence of the room is gone and I feel so alone. My vision gets blurry, the first time today not because I was dizzy, from tears. I take a deep breath in, squeezing my nails into the palms of my hands, and breathing out, careful not to cry.

Vic walks back into the room with painkillers and a cup of water, which I gladly take. I dry swallow the pills, using the water to soothe my throat afterwards. I hand him back the cup and watch him set it on the floor next to him. He sits on the floor in-front of me and looks up expectantly.

This is the first time tonight I really get a good look of him. His skin glows slightly from the moonlight shining through the window and his hair is slightly tangled. Most importantly though, he looks exhausted. His eyes are unfocused and his movements are unsteady. I feel a pang in my heart knowing I did this to him.

"Kellin?" He says, his voice full of anxiety. I look away from him, embarrassed about how vulnerable I was in front of this boy.

"Yes?"

There is a pause before he answers and I find myself dreading the words that will fall from his lips. Oh how much I wish I had let myself die in the park, for it to end amongst nature. That would be better than this, hell, almost anything is better than this.

"What happened tonight?" He asks, and if I was looking at him before I surely wouldn't look at him now. A loose string on the blanket I was covered in was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.