Beyond The Sea Blue Light

Shattered Pieces Falling Down Again

FYI, Vic does show up in this book...quite a lot actually... ;)

Also, (insert plug here) if you like this, you should check out my other book A Choir Of The Coldest Hearts! There's like ghosts and magic and the afterlife and it's really cool and fun. okay bye for now. 

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He can't be. That's the only thought the surges through my mind. But I know it's true. It's hard to believe though. I almost expect them to laugh, telling me it's all a joke. I keep expecting to see Vic at any moment. I imagine him standing just around the corner, waiting to wrap me in his arms. I can imagine him lying next to me, my hand in his as I rest my head against his shoulder. I can almost see him standing next to me, his arms around me. I see him sitting on the couch, smiling at me. Worst of all, I see him lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath him as he gasps for air.

I heal cuts and bruises all night long until my head is swimming. I still keep going though, some part of me hoping that if I keep myself busy I won't have to deal with the realization that Vic is gone. It's easier than trying to face the fact that's he's gone. It's easier to focus on the multitude of injuries everyone has sustained. Everyone's bruised and bloodied, sorely beaten up from our escape. I heal Alex's gunshot wound first, my hands covered in his blood as I focus my energy on it. It takes a toll on me and I can barely stand up after healing it, random images flooding through my mind—a young brown-haired boy raising his hand in school, running down the sidewalk toward home.

Surprisingly, my anger fuels me, keeping me going. The thoughts whirl through my mind, my anger burning in my chest. How dare he leave me alone? He promised we would get out together, he said it over and over again. That we would be free. I know my anger is stupid and pointless. I hate being alone and he knew it. He abandoned me and I hate him for it.

I stumble away from the living room, into the kitchen where I lean my head against the glass sliding doors, staring at the empty lawn. Tears flood down my cheek as I bite my lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. How could he leave me? He should have stayed. He should have—I slam my fist into the glass door, making them rattle.

"Shit!" I wince, clutching my hand the anger goes out of me, the realization that it's all pointless. What good is it going to do? He's still gone, no matter what I do.

The energy disappears with the anger at last and I slump to the ground, exhaustion running through me. I lean my head against the glass doors, cradling my bruised hand, letting tears slide down my cheeks, making no effort to wipe them away. What's the point anyways? There will just be more. My body suddenly feels heavy as I close my eyes, my eyelids drooping as I pray for the sleep to come and take me away.

"Hey," Jack's voice comes from in front of me. I can hear him kneeling down next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. For a moment, I imagine it's Vic instead, shaking my shoulder. "Kellin. You awake?"

I mumble out something incoherent and he sighs. Air rushes beneath me as I feel myself being lifted and carried upstairs. As I drift in and out of unconsciousness, I can almost feel Vic lying beside me, but when I reach over, he's not there.