Secrets |Sidemen FF|

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Sams POV,

Is it bad that I'm actually happy for Tobi and Josh?

They both seem so happy, and to be honest I'm kinda enjoying being single. I get to spend my time with Po and Marie more, and I've grown a lot closer to Po since everything, she's honestly the best person I could ask for at this time.

"I hope Viks okay." Po says and I nod, walking back into the school. "I feel like shit that we had to leave." I spoke and she nodded. "Yeah, JJ will keep us upda-" she suddenly stopped her sentence, before looking in front of her. I looked up at what she was looking at, and saw it was Simon, and Kacey. Together.

"They're talking?" I ask and Po shrugged. "What the fuck are they doing with each other, why is Simon with that freak?" Po asks and I shake my head. "What an idiot." "Oi!" I heard Po suddenly shout, my eyes widened as Simon looked up and saw it was Po. "What do you want?" "What did you say to Vik?" She asked, and simon rolled his eyes. "Why does it bother you?" Kacey asked and I laughed dryly. "Cause the poor fucker is in hospital right now." I spoke and Po nodded.

Kacey and Simon both froze. "What do you mean." "His anorexia, he hasn't been eating, infact he has eaten but it hasn't stayed down, no, the boys just reaching 4 fucking stone, and you making him run away from you guys, from himself, caused him to collapse, and give out." Po says and Simon shook his head, whilst Kacey was still in shock. "How could his body just give out?" "Because of it shutting down due to it being starved to almost death." I whisper shout, and Simon sighed, his face going red in almost guilt.

"You where the one that started it." Po said, pointing at Kacey. "And you're the one that made him go over the edge." She pointed then at Simon. Simon didn't say anything, nor Kacey. "What hospital is he in?" Kacey spoke, his voice small.

"One that you're not getting the name of."

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Viks POV,

I walked down the dark street, wiping my eyes furiously as I sobbed loudly, the street being dead and lifeless, the only life here was the flickering street lamps that just added to the eerie feeling I already had.

How could he tell people that.

I didn't, I didn't think anything would get out, I loved him and trusted him too much to believe he wouldn't. And yet he did, and he told so many more lies than what actually happened.

I thought it was love.

He thought it was just a fuck.

I felt like screaming, letting everything just leave my stupid body, my mind, sanity and soul, I wanted everything to just leave, and for me to collapse on the pavement and be dead long enough for me not to be able to be saved.

All the girls spit at me.

Boys come up to me and use me.

And he left me.

I've lost everything, I've lost so much and yet I'm confused as to how I haven't lost myself yet.

I hate myself for being so naive to believe he wouldn't tell anyone, that he went out with me to use me, make my life a living hell.

The orange lights only added to that feeling.

I felt like I was burning, and yet I didn't want to be put out, I almost wanted to feel the pain, I deserve it, wanted to feel the pain escape my heart and course through the whole of my body. And kill me.

Humanity is sick. And twisted,

I continued to walk, the shadows of the night tempting me to come and join them, reaching out to try and grab me, but I dodged the hands and kept on walking to a destination I didn't even know where. I just needed to leave, and escape.