Haunt - the phone call book 2 ~ bastille fan fiction

Part 11

"I'd rather not talk about it," Kyle replied quietly. As he was trying to block his thoughts of Dan.

"Oh...ok I understand." Will nodded.

"....So where is Janna?" Woody asked.

"Oh, she is in bed I think,"

"Still? It's like twelve or something,"

"Yep, she likes her sleep."

"I would've guessed!"

"Yep...well I'm gonna go find Afro cat."

"Afro cat?"

"Y'know Ruffles,"

"Ruffles?"

"Our flipping cat god sake woody!"

"Ohhhh, sorry you never really told us his name."

"Oh oops sorry. well, now you know!"

woody nodded.

"Wait it is a he right?"

"Yep it was last time I checked,... you can go check if you want."

"Err no thanks, I don't really go round looking at cats crotches."

"Haha ok, didn't you say that you and Chrissy were going to get cats?"

"Oh yeah we are still thinking about it, we might get some after we get married."

"MARRIED? WHEN IS THE WEDDING? HOW COME I DIDNT GET AN INVITATION? WOODY I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FRIEND HOW COULD YOU!?!" Kyle shouted and stood up and waved his arms around like an octopus.

"Woah calm down Kyle,-"

"Yeah calm y'all tits Kyle." Will popped in, and made Kyle sit back down again.

"We haven't even planned the wedding yet!"

"Ooohhhh ok."

"God sake Kyle. You really need to rest y'all tits gurl." Will said in sassy voice.

"Haha I just imagined that on Kyle's grave stone instead of rest in peace, it would be Rest in tits." They all laughed.

"WOODY YOU GENIUS!" Kyle shouted.

"More like Rest your tits." Will added.

"There should be a place on his grave that says 'Rest your tits here' and have a little arrow pointing where to place them!"

There was an awkward silence.

"I think we went a step too far."

"Wow we are real mature guys."

"...real mature."

"Yep that's us......well I'm gonna go find the cat now." Kyle said as he walked out the door.

As Kyle went to find the cat he felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he got out his phone to see what it was and it was a few messages on one of his tweets saying:

"Dan is dead there is no fucking point in being a stormer anymore. It was all Kyle's fault I think Kyle should just go kill himself. Just go die alone Kyle. No one cares about you anymore, you were the reason why dan isn't here. Go die, don't come back thinking we're gonna start loving you now. Because you are a stupid bitch. GO KILL YOUR SELF GO DIE IN HELL."

As Kyle read the messages the words kept going round and round his head like a washing machine. "Maybe I should," he thought. That made the voices come back. But this time he was going to do what they said. There was no turning back. Not now. Not ever.

The word suicide stuck in his head for hours even until the man was done and had left and woody & Will had gone back home. Janna had gone out to get her cast on her leg removed around an after the others had left. Kyle was now alone. The voices were getting worse. Reminding Kyle about how much of a disgrace he is, how he has made his best friend kill himself, how he has ruined the band, how he has wrecked everyone's lives who surround him everyday.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked at the marks on his neck from the night before. He looked at the tears rolling down his face. He looked at his neck again, and remembered what happened, the dream, the suffering in his sleep, the feeling of not breathing, the time when he was gone for a few minutes, gone from the reality.

"I wish I never woke up. I wish I was actually dead. Why didn't I die on the plane? Everything would have been perfectly fine with out me. Why do I still exist? What is the point of living anymore? All that is going to happen is that I'm going to get more and more sad. The voices won't ever leave. why won't they leave me? oh it's because everyone wants me to die. To be gone from this world. To be, forgotten. Because no one FUCKING CARES ANYMORE. All I got as soon as I got back was hatred and pain. Why can't this stop? WHY CANT THESE FUCKING VOICES STOP?" Kyle screamed in agony. More tears kept pouring down his face, as he banged his head against the wall.

"I'm just a waste of space and time." Kyle mumbled. Then he walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife.

"I know how to stop these voices," He said as he put the knife against his wrist.

"Lets s-see if anyone r-really c-cares."

Kyle shut his eyes as he pushed the knife into his skin. He screamed and cried in pain. He lifted the knife out from his skin, blood started appearing on the surface of his skin, it was painful, but he continued to keep cutting him self.

"The more you cut, the less pain you will feel," the voices told him repetitively.