~*POV Kellin*~

I got out of my bunk and silently walked to the front longue. The other guys were all up before I was, so their was coffee and breakfast waiting for me... Not like I wanted either one, but it was a nice thought. I sat down at the far side of the couch, as far away from the others as I could get. I couldn't talk about this with them yet, I doubt they had a clue, but I wasn't planning on telling them yet.

When I sat down, Jack looked up and chuckled, "Morning sleepy head! Vic wear you out yesterday?"

The other guys laughed and looked at me, I felt like I was going to be sick. But instead of running away again, I plastered a fake smile on my face and said, "Something like that..."

After a few minutes of them hounding me for details about a night that never happened, I got up and walked back to the bunks. I sat on the floor in front of mine and rested my head in my hands. I can't cry, not again, I need to be strong, but all I want to do is go to sleep and not wake up for a very long time. So long that everyone forgot about me and I could forget about them.

~*POV Vic*~

I eventually got up after an eternal sleep and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. But when I saw my reflection, I stopped cold. My hair was ratted and messy, my eyes were swollen and red, rimmed with dark circles. I looked like a zombie, no wonder Kellin would never love me, not only am I worthless, I'm ugly too...

I took my shirt off to look at last night's damage, my arms were almost completely covered now. I took off my pants to examine my thighs, they weren't as bad as my arms, but they still were practically covered too. I ran my fingers across my forearm, I can't even find the old scars now, even if I looked for them.

I picked the razor off of the counter, I didn't even bother to hide it now. It's not like anyone cared. I found clear spot on my right thigh and proceeded to run the razor down it. I bit my lip as a response, it felt so good, yet so bad.

Kellin's face appears in my mind, my first reaction is to push harder. But the I do something else, I ease off the pressure. Kellin's imaginary face smiles a bit. I take the blade off of my skin, his smile gets bigger. I put it down and put my clothes back on, he's now grinning ear to ear, like he's proud of me. Maybe he does care... But maybe it's just my imagination running wild again.

Vic, you really are losing your mind.

~*POV Kellin*~

I winced and recoiled in pain; How does Vic do this to himself? I looked down at my wrist, one bright red line stood out from my white skin. The blood rolled down and threatened to drip. I wiped it off with toliet paper and put a bandaid over it.

I had the thought that doing it would make me feel better, but god was I wrong. I feel so guilty right now; How can I help Vic when I can't stay strong myself?

I walked out of the bathroom and straight off of the bus, determined to make Vic understand that I really do care about. That I might even love him...

Notes

Is this sad to you? Because I got a little emotional writing Vic's POV, but that could just be because the situation I put him in was all to familiar...

I really hope you guys decide to stick around for a while longer, your comments and views mean so much to me <3

Title Cred: Peirce the Veil