Crimson Blood and Colorful Tears
This should feel something like Fire
~*POV Kellin*~
Suddenly, I was all alone. I tried to yell after Vic, to tell him he was delirious, but I couldn't form words, or even sounds. What could've made him think that I didn't care? When in reality, I probably cared too much. I should chase after him, prove him wrong. But I can't move, I can't think.
I just sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the spot where Vic sat. I didn't cry after he left, I couldn't. Crying made it real, right now this was fantasy.
Eventually I wandered back to the bus, the only one still up was Justin. He looked at me when I walked in, but I didn't acknowledge him, I couldn't explain myself to him, that would also make this real. I walked past him and collapsed into my bunk. I layed their for what seemed like an eternity before finally falling into a restless sleep.
I woke to a pounding head, and a crushing realization. I fucked up, and Vic doesn't believe that I care about him. The tears that had been dry all night finally broke free. I just sat there, in my bunk, silently weeping for that lost boy.
~*POV Vic*~
Once I got back to the bus, I ran past my bandmates and straight to the bathroom. The guys knew something was up, but no one said anything to me. Not like they care if I'm ok or not, I'm just the voice that makes them money.
I slammed the door and pulled out my blade. I thought ending this toxic relationship would make me feel better, but their was just something about the look in his eyes before I ran away. It made me doubt everything that I built my whole reality around. Maybe someone did care...
I used the blade to shove those thoughts to the back of mind. No, silly boy, you can't allow yourself to think like that. Either way, the tears ran down my face. I sat their in the bathroom, blade in hand, silently crying for that lying boy.
Suddenly, I was all alone. I tried to yell after Vic, to tell him he was delirious, but I couldn't form words, or even sounds. What could've made him think that I didn't care? When in reality, I probably cared too much. I should chase after him, prove him wrong. But I can't move, I can't think.
I just sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the spot where Vic sat. I didn't cry after he left, I couldn't. Crying made it real, right now this was fantasy.
Eventually I wandered back to the bus, the only one still up was Justin. He looked at me when I walked in, but I didn't acknowledge him, I couldn't explain myself to him, that would also make this real. I walked past him and collapsed into my bunk. I layed their for what seemed like an eternity before finally falling into a restless sleep.
I woke to a pounding head, and a crushing realization. I fucked up, and Vic doesn't believe that I care about him. The tears that had been dry all night finally broke free. I just sat there, in my bunk, silently weeping for that lost boy.
~*POV Vic*~
Once I got back to the bus, I ran past my bandmates and straight to the bathroom. The guys knew something was up, but no one said anything to me. Not like they care if I'm ok or not, I'm just the voice that makes them money.
I slammed the door and pulled out my blade. I thought ending this toxic relationship would make me feel better, but their was just something about the look in his eyes before I ran away. It made me doubt everything that I built my whole reality around. Maybe someone did care...
I used the blade to shove those thoughts to the back of mind. No, silly boy, you can't allow yourself to think like that. Either way, the tears ran down my face. I sat their in the bathroom, blade in hand, silently crying for that lying boy.
Notes
DID YOU GUYS SEE WHAT DID WITH THE END OF THE TWO POV'S? BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT WAS CLEVER AND OH MY GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY MIND'S THINKING ANYMORE BUT I DON'T CARE.I don't really know why I'm so hyper all of a sudden, but for fuck's sake I am. I'm going to go run a marathon, and then I'll probably write some more... Hope you don't mind a lot of updates today... <3
Title Cred; Sleeping With Sirens
@Diana Frobisher
It astounds me that people still read this.
5/12/14