memory {boyxboy}

1; Mistake

A/N: I don't really know what happened to the other story, but here's a make up one ):

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Introduction

{trigger warning}

I messed up.

I didn't mean for it to happen... it just did...

This was my last chance from him and I blew it.

"I'm so done with you." he seethed. "You're just pathetic, you know how many times you hurt me?! I'm done with your shit and I don't ever want to see you again. I want you out of my life, and I mean it this time" He shoved me to the door slamming it in my face.

Numb. Everything around me was spinning.

I couldn't cry. I couldn't feel a thing.

I don't deserve him, I never did. I really do love him but I just keep messing it up. So why do I keep hurting him?

I walked slowly to my apartment, thinking. I don't even know why he gave me so chances, I don't deserve him at all. I hate myself for causing people pain.

I knew I should've taken my father's advice before he left...

No one would care really, it would just be one less person in the world. My chest ached for the pain, and I finally had the courage to cry.

I covered my face as I sobbed into my hands.

I walked to the bathroom, grabbing the blade.

If he saw it or not, I wrote a little note explaining some stuff...

I wrote his name on my arm saying 'I'm so sorry' after that I couldn't stop hurting my self. The burns, the cuts, the marks, I wanted it to end. My life was a total shit. I couldn't feel a thing.

I wanted to go deeper, so I went deeper, and deeper. Until the point where where I saw dizziness consume me,

This was it.... this is it...

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/-Starter of Chapter 1-\

Vic POV

I was absolute done with him. He cheated on me, he broke my heart, he makes me feel pain so I give no shits about him.

"Where's Kellin?" Mike asked jogging downstairs,

"Gone... for good this time" I stated in a cold mono-tone

"What? Aw man, I hope he's still up for game night today" Mike loved Kellin. Not in the way you think, just brotherly like. I clenched my jaw as my little brother was so oblivious to how I was feeling.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't want you near him"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so" I scoffed, being a big brother.

"Just because you hate his guts doesn't mean I do. You can't tell me what to do, and just for that I'm staying the night as his place."

"Michael Christopher Fuentes, you better not"

"Watch me" he said slamming the door behind him, causing me to groan. Being the older brother sucks, especially when you're the smaller one.

I turned on the tv but eventually got bored of it because my mind was scattered. Minutes later I grabbed my phone, trying to call one of my best friend, Jaime when Mike called me,

"Wh-"

"Get over here...now. At Kellin's place" I knew that tone of voice. Something was serious.

I shot up quickly, grabbing my shoes and car key.

When I reached Kellin's place, an ambulance and two police cars came rushing by.

What the hell is happening?

I rushed out of my car, sprinting to his apartment.

What did Kellin do?

The thought of that made me run a little but faster, but I stopped in my tracks, with wide eyes.

I saw it... I saw him getting rushed into the ambulance truck. I felt like my shoes were glued to the ground and I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Kellin...." his arms were surrounded by what it looked like thousands of them. Some of his arms were bruised,

His clothes were burnt. I rushed inside the house where some polices were held, investigating the bathroom.

"You should read this" Mike handed me a pierce of paper then he walked away with teary eyes.

It read,

'Dear Vic,

You probably won't see this.

Anyways, I'm sorry, I know I'm a fuck up, but I can't help but to be one... To let you know now, I just found out my mom died recently and I guess I took some drinks. I'm really sorry, I really do love you, but I know you don't love me back. I don't deserve you anyways at all. I just went through a lot of shit as a kid and I'm sorry. You probably don't care that I'm dead rig-' I crumbled the paper.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't help the fact that he's dying.

"Is he going to be ok?" I asked one of the officers nearby.

"There's a mostly likely chances he won't survive this. His wounds are very bad." I slumped my shoulders in defeat.

"Can't you save him? Can't you so something about it?"

"I'm afraid not, I'm sorr-" I shook my head and ran out the door for some fresh air.

How can he just attempt kill himself like that?

"It said something, you see here" I heard a police officer say, showing another police a photography of Kellin's arms. I turned around with my full attention towards them.

"Vic, I'm so sorry, is what I think it said" and that was enough for me this break down.

He killed himself because of me...

Worse yet, I killed him...

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