Euthanasia (Kellic)

40: The Brother

You'll Never Step Foot In My Room Again You'll Close It Off, Board It Up Remember The Time That I Spilled The Cup Of Apple Juice In The Hall Please Tell Mom This Is Not Her Fault

The world situation sent shivers down my spine as the realisation of just what was about to happen really set in, and I considered the fact that I really should've given Mike some warning or at least the chance to say, before I brought his brother up to meet him entirely all too casually. I didn't want it to be so, but I had an awful feeling that perhaps this wouldn't go down all too perfectly.

But of course I didn't dare voice my concerns to Vic, who hadn't been this happen in weeks now, and really the cause of that being that his slightly insane boyfriend told him he can go and see the ghost of his long dead brother, was probably just a little worrying.

Then again, just about everything in my life was just a little worrying, and in most cases, more than just a little. And perhaps Vic Fuentes couldn't help but be the cause of some of that, and it seemed overall, that the parts down to Vic, were most definitely always the best parts of the bubble of insanity I found myself trapped in.

The way Vic walked up the hill with such determination, almost leading me, despite the fact that I was the one that really knew where we were going here, but I was pretty sure Vic could figure it out by himself, especially when his brother saw him and started freaking the fuck out - that, was the part that I wasn't exactly ecstatic for.

How Mike would react was just something I simply couldn't gauge - he'd either be beyond overjoyed to see his brother again or he'd break into a screaming raging fit, only upsetting everyone, and since he was a ghost I wondered if he'd end up haunting Vic's ass as some sort of revenge mission, but I reckoned that was kind of weird, even too weird for Mike Fuentes, and that was saying something.

My head began to spin as we neared the cliff, the cool air hitting me all too fast with the breeze, but I entirely doubted that something as simple as that could ever be the cause, especially when I was potentially just about to fuck up Vic's life, and Mike's-.... death?

The fact that Mike was dead was really weird to think about and more so due to the fact that I'd spoke to him at first without such knowledge, whereas Vic had only known him alive and then had been forced to come to grips with the fact that his brother was dead and that he was certain he'd never even get to say another word to him again.

I couldn't imagine that - I couldn't do that, and suddenly the fact that I could have very easily reduced Vic into a state like that for a second time, just fucked with my head.

No one should have to go through that once, let alone twice.

"Kellin?" I jumped at that, forcefully pulled from my scattered and insanity ridden thoughts as Vic turned around at the top of the cliff, facing me, his face painted with a confused expression, one that I wasn't surprised at the appearance of - this really wasn't exactly the most normal of situations: taking your boyfriend to see the ghost of his long dead brother.

"So where is he?" His tone came out sarcastic and almost judgemental, letting the thought slip that he still may not entirely believe me, which really made my stomach, flip, because I really could not put myself through such an argument once more - the first time had certainly been bad enough.

"Somewhere." I threw my reply out in a slightly pissed off tone, arching my eyebrows in recognition of the unwelcome return of his skepticism - as if I'd lie to him about something like this: if anyone knew what it felt like to have their heart played with and kicked around like some kind of punching bag, it was me. I didn't want anyone to go through that especially someone I cared about - that was something I just would not stand for at all, even if it screwed me over in the end.