fading // calum hood [hiatus]

"Calum?" my voice sounds around the filthy and rather empty space. Dirty containers along with endless amounts of beer cans, boxes piling with dust, broken glass, and a dull carpet stained by what I hope isn't blood is littered around the sleazy room. "Ivy?" a voice slurs from a corner. His grey long-sleeved shirt is smeared with a deep shade of red, eyes red from the alcohol, striving to stay open. Sitting on the ground, he rubs his eyes and takes another look at me, "Is that you?" he croaks. The papers I held in my hand falls as my jaw drops along with it. A forbidden tear rolls down my cheek. What?