I Can't Save You (Kellic)

Chapter 17

When I woke up, I was covered in blood. Most of it had dried onto my clothes, making me stick to the floor as I rose from my position. Vic had already taken care of the body, which I was thankful for cause if I would have had to look her in the eyes one more time, I may actually start to feel sorry that I'm the reason she is no longer breathing.

I take that back, I am kind of sorry. But, for different reasons than a normal human is supposed to be sorry for. I'm sorry because last night, I couldn't look Vic in the eyes without seeing fear.

He was scared of me- again. Deep inside, I knew I could never hurt him. We had been through so much and this boy even turned a switch on inside me. Of course, said switch being emotion towards another human. One that I haven't felt since Highschool towards people that were always out of my reach. So, when I finally have my grip on someone, just to see that I scare them the way that I scared Vic last night, tore me apart more than taking my own sisters life away did.

Having said that, we weren't even that close and honestly, if I was alone, she could have cooked my eggs wrong and I wouldn't have hesitated to put a bullet in her brain.

But, I wasn't. Vic had decided to tag along, which made things different. I was no longer living only for me, but yet another person and myself. Call me selfish, but I've never had to live for anyone else but me. All my life, I thought this was how I enjoyed it. Once again, I was wrong. Turns out the company of someone like Vic is quite enjoyable.

"You're awake." Vic mumbled from the door. I guess he was getting rid of her while I was out. "I wasn't going to clean up the blood. Thought you deserved that job."

"Are you mad at me. Please don't be mad at me." I pleaded. Vic rolled his eyes, almost chuckling, probably at how desperate I sounded.

"Yeah, I'm mad. I actually thought you changed and were going to be normal for once, but oh fuck, was I wrong. You killed her without a second thought. I wish I said no to coming along with you. Lord knows that my parents taught me to say no to people who are insane." He spat, walking right past me and into our shared bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You see, you know I care about him because if he was anyone else, I would have taken a kitchen knife and slit his throat by now. But instead, I settled with just leaving him alone to cool down. Or, get more heated. Either way, I know he didn't want to see me right now and honestly, I didn't want to be in my own body right now.

I got a rag from the sink and scrubbed the blood from the floor, whimpering as I had to put pressure on my other arm. Turns out sleeping on the floor isn't the best thing for your limbs. Neither is having your sister rip your flesh apart to try to escape.

Okay, so I'm getting creepy again. Maybe I am actually insane. Alright, so I'm insane. The floor wasn't in shining condition, but there wasn't any trace of blood left on it. Throwing the forever red stained rag into the sink, I made my way to Vic and I's shared room. He was given at least 15 minutes to think of all of the reasons why he hates me, and I think that's plenty of time. So, before he could magically pile onto the growing list, I knocked on our door. Of course it was locked, so I just waited until he willing opened the door so we could talk; face to face.

Weirdly enough , there wasn't any sound coming from the other side. Fear rose inside me, knowing what people are capable of when they're mad. Not only hurting others, but they have the power to destroy themselves too. I knocked again, calling out his name as I repeatedly pounded my fist (AN// that sounds dirty shoot me) against the door.

"Vic, please open the door." I yelled. Nothing. "For fucks sake if you do not open this door I will bust it down!!" No sound at all. If he was asleep, he would have awoken. God, please don't be dead.

"3...2...1! Fuck that, I'm busting in!!!" With all of my weight, I flung myself against the flimsy piece of wood that was keeping me away from my favorite person.

My light; my sunshine, was gone. The window pried open, he was no where to be found. A note lied on the made up bed. It took everything in me, but I picked up the small piece of paper and hesitantly laid my eyes on the scrawny print.

Dear Kellin,

I'm not sorry for leaving and this is in no way a goodbye note. This note states that I hate myself for getting tricked into treating you like a normal person and actually liking you. You hear that? I liked you so much and was just waiting for you to ask me out. But of course, you killed another human being before you asked me to be your boyfriend. Silly me.

I'm not going home because as I said, you made me realize that I hate it there. Also, that's the first fucking place you'd look, asshole.

I suggest you stay in your little hideaway home and never come out, you paranoid piece of shit.

Fucking sincerely,
Vic Fuentes

Not even halfway through the letter, tears started coming down my face. The one thing that I trusted left me, and it's all my fault. Everything's my fault.

I should have never let him off of chains. God, he left me.

He left me.

My heart collapsed for the second time in three minutes, and as my knees went weak, I flung myself on our bed, crying like I never have before because he wasn't here and I felt like I've lost the only part of me I could find.

AUTHORS NOTE

I think that it's going to be in Vic's POV for a little while Idek. I love you, sweet butt.