If I Were You, I'd Put That Away.
Hold On, Love
Vic's POV His lips pressed against mine in a cold sweat; his hand around my neck. I could feel his lips spread as he pressed his tongue against my bottom lip, begging to get inside my mouth. When I do just that, he glides his tongue across mine and pulls away. I could feel his short, raspy breath on my lips. “Vic... I-”
Before he could finish I grabbed his face and reconnected my lips to his once more. I need this, right? This is what I wanted. I couldn't take being alone anymore. I slowly dropped my hand to his lap and ran my fingers under his shirt. I could feel the goosebumps rising on his skin as my cold hands sat on his sides. What are you doing, Vic...? This is your best friend. I pull away from him and look at his perfect face. I could feel the tears begin to form in my eyes and I glance down. I can't let him see me cry. I put my forehead against his chest and I hear him sigh.
“Vic.. Are you okay?” he said softly as I felt the tears fall down my face. He grabs my face and makes me look at him.
“Vic, why are you crying? What happened? What's wrong?” His voice getting louder with each question.
“I can't take being alone anymore, Jaime...” More tears fall from my eyes as I say this.
“What do you-” I can't talk about it... I run out of the living room and into the only room that has a lock on it. I can hear him calling after me, but I can't deal with all these questions. I look at myself in the mirror and all I can see are the bags under my eyes from all those sleepless nights... I hear him knock at the door, interrupting my thoughts.
“Are you okay, Vic? I'm sorry.” What is he sorry for? He did nothing wrong. He continues talking while I quietly search the cabinets. I know it's here somewhere.
“Vic... what are you doing in the bathroom? Come on... Let's just go to sleep, okay?” I hear him lean against the door and sigh. I found it. I look down at the blade that caused this mess. I lift up my sleeves and lay it on my wrist, waiting for the courage to do what I haven't done in three years. It's a matter of seconds before I'm continuously swiping the blade across my arm in fast strokes, which I learned made the deepness of the cuts hard to control. Before the blood starts flowing, I look down at my arm to see how deep they were. I didn't expect to see the fatty tissue in my arm when I did so. Slowly the blood started to flow down my arm and dropping to the floor, forming a puddle. I decide that I'm okay now... That I can talk to Jaime again. I let out an exasperated sigh as I begin to get up to put on my hoodie. As I stand up everything goes black.
Jaime's POV:
“Are you okay, Vic? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you. Are you okay? Vic.. Answer me..” I hear the slight creak of the cabinets in the bathroom open. What the fuck is he doing?
“Vic... What are you doing in the bathroom? Come on... Let's just go to sleep, okay?” I say, trying to hide the worry that now laced my voice. I need to know he's okay. I need to make sure he's not doing anything. I lean against the door of the bathroom and sigh. What is he doing? I don't think I can wait anymore. I hear Vic release a breath and then a loud thud on the ground. I feel my eyes widen with fear as I knock on the door again, a little bit louder this time.
“Vic?! Vic are you okay?!” When he doesn't reply I run to the kitchen in search of a knife to unlock the door. It takes me a few seconds to get the door to unlock and I open the door. I look to where I heard the noise and I feel all of the blood drain from my face. What the fuck?! I run over to him and carefully take his arm in my hand to examine the damage. 17. There are 17 cuts, and it looked like 9 of them needed at least 6 stitches. FUCK. My vision starts blurring, and I realize I'm starting to cry. Stay strong, Jaime... He needs you now more than ever. I grabbed my phone from my pockets and dial 911.
“911, what's your emergency?”
“Hi.. uh.. my friend.. He uh... he.. we need an ambulance at 547 Grand Avenue, 92109.” I said in a rush.
“woah there. Slow down... Can you explain what happened?” The lady questioned on the other side of the phone. I let out a sigh and tried to calm myself down before I spoke again.
“My boyfr-.. best friend cut himself. Uh.. I think he needs stitches. He's already lost a lot of blood. I think he fell and hit his head on the counter or something. He's unconscious.” I hear the lady shuffling some paper before she speaks again.
“You said 547 Grand Avenue, correct?” She sighed.
“Ye-yes ma'am...”
“Okay, an ambulance is on the way. You need to wrap his cuts in something to sustain the bleeding. The paramedics will be there in 5-10 minutes.” As she said this I took off my shirt and wrapped his arm with it, the blood seeping through too quick for comfort.
“uh.. yeah.. Okay.. Thank you. Bye” I hung up my phone and looked at Victor. Why did he have to do this? Couldn't he have just... talked to me? I began moving his hair out of his face as I heard a slight groan escape his lips. I look down to see his eyes start opening.
“Vi-” I start, only to hear the sirens coming down the street.
Before he could finish I grabbed his face and reconnected my lips to his once more. I need this, right? This is what I wanted. I couldn't take being alone anymore. I slowly dropped my hand to his lap and ran my fingers under his shirt. I could feel the goosebumps rising on his skin as my cold hands sat on his sides. What are you doing, Vic...? This is your best friend. I pull away from him and look at his perfect face. I could feel the tears begin to form in my eyes and I glance down. I can't let him see me cry. I put my forehead against his chest and I hear him sigh.
“Vic.. Are you okay?” he said softly as I felt the tears fall down my face. He grabs my face and makes me look at him.
“Vic, why are you crying? What happened? What's wrong?” His voice getting louder with each question.
“I can't take being alone anymore, Jaime...” More tears fall from my eyes as I say this.
“What do you-” I can't talk about it... I run out of the living room and into the only room that has a lock on it. I can hear him calling after me, but I can't deal with all these questions. I look at myself in the mirror and all I can see are the bags under my eyes from all those sleepless nights... I hear him knock at the door, interrupting my thoughts.
“Are you okay, Vic? I'm sorry.” What is he sorry for? He did nothing wrong. He continues talking while I quietly search the cabinets. I know it's here somewhere.
“Vic... what are you doing in the bathroom? Come on... Let's just go to sleep, okay?” I hear him lean against the door and sigh. I found it. I look down at the blade that caused this mess. I lift up my sleeves and lay it on my wrist, waiting for the courage to do what I haven't done in three years. It's a matter of seconds before I'm continuously swiping the blade across my arm in fast strokes, which I learned made the deepness of the cuts hard to control. Before the blood starts flowing, I look down at my arm to see how deep they were. I didn't expect to see the fatty tissue in my arm when I did so. Slowly the blood started to flow down my arm and dropping to the floor, forming a puddle. I decide that I'm okay now... That I can talk to Jaime again. I let out an exasperated sigh as I begin to get up to put on my hoodie. As I stand up everything goes black.
Jaime's POV:
“Are you okay, Vic? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you. Are you okay? Vic.. Answer me..” I hear the slight creak of the cabinets in the bathroom open. What the fuck is he doing?
“Vic... What are you doing in the bathroom? Come on... Let's just go to sleep, okay?” I say, trying to hide the worry that now laced my voice. I need to know he's okay. I need to make sure he's not doing anything. I lean against the door of the bathroom and sigh. What is he doing? I don't think I can wait anymore. I hear Vic release a breath and then a loud thud on the ground. I feel my eyes widen with fear as I knock on the door again, a little bit louder this time.
“Vic?! Vic are you okay?!” When he doesn't reply I run to the kitchen in search of a knife to unlock the door. It takes me a few seconds to get the door to unlock and I open the door. I look to where I heard the noise and I feel all of the blood drain from my face. What the fuck?! I run over to him and carefully take his arm in my hand to examine the damage. 17. There are 17 cuts, and it looked like 9 of them needed at least 6 stitches. FUCK. My vision starts blurring, and I realize I'm starting to cry. Stay strong, Jaime... He needs you now more than ever. I grabbed my phone from my pockets and dial 911.
“911, what's your emergency?”
“Hi.. uh.. my friend.. He uh... he.. we need an ambulance at 547 Grand Avenue, 92109.” I said in a rush.
“woah there. Slow down... Can you explain what happened?” The lady questioned on the other side of the phone. I let out a sigh and tried to calm myself down before I spoke again.
“My boyfr-.. best friend cut himself. Uh.. I think he needs stitches. He's already lost a lot of blood. I think he fell and hit his head on the counter or something. He's unconscious.” I hear the lady shuffling some paper before she speaks again.
“You said 547 Grand Avenue, correct?” She sighed.
“Ye-yes ma'am...”
“Okay, an ambulance is on the way. You need to wrap his cuts in something to sustain the bleeding. The paramedics will be there in 5-10 minutes.” As she said this I took off my shirt and wrapped his arm with it, the blood seeping through too quick for comfort.
“uh.. yeah.. Okay.. Thank you. Bye” I hung up my phone and looked at Victor. Why did he have to do this? Couldn't he have just... talked to me? I began moving his hair out of his face as I heard a slight groan escape his lips. I look down to see his eyes start opening.
“Vi-” I start, only to hear the sirens coming down the street.
You should make a sequel!
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