Chapter 14

                                    

                                          


Song of chapter: House Of Wolves by Bring Me The Horizon 





                          
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Chapter name: Save Me From Myself 


                          
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Kayleigh's POV 







                          
The scrapbook turned out very well, and as much as he hated to admit it, Vic thought so as well. I could tell, but he doesn't like to share his feelings. The small smile on his face said something else, It was quite strange seeing his smile because I don't usually see it. It was rather nice to be honest. He seemed happy, and I am glad that Coby was the one who put the smile there. 
                          
Coby was extremely tired, so we let him sleep for a good couple of hours. He has been very tired lately and hasn't had much energy either, so we had given him time to rest. I am really scared to let him go, I don't want him to leave us, me. He is the only family I have left, well I do but I don't talk to them. My mum isn't really a mum. Coby is the closest thing I have to family and letting him go will kill me. 
                          
So, Vic and myself sat in Coby's room, watching the TV because Vic said he didn't want to leave yet. Silence was the only sound between us, besides the small sound of the TV coming from a miniature speaker in the remote that controls the bed level. I wasn't quite sure of what we were watching, since I wasn't really paying attention because of the horrifying thoughts about Coby running through my head. I heard a few chuckles coming from Vic when something funny would happen. And I let it ring in my head, hearing his small laugh again, and again letting a small smile creep onto my face.
                          
"You alright? You were crying and now you're smiling like an idiot," he asked,while turning to look at me. I put a hand over my cheeks, being a little confused and felt tear stains slowly stop running down my cheeks from my eyes. 
                          
"Oh, uh- I don't know." My face went a little red, covering them with my hands hoping Vic wouldn't notice. He went to looking back to the TV and nothing really happened until Coby woke. 

                          
"I am so tired, it's not even funny," he grumbled, while flicking through the channels on the TV. 
                          
"Its 4:00. Nothing will be on now except the news," I piped up, whilst yawning and stretching my arms out, "oh shit it's four o'clock. Vic we need to leave!" I panicked and jumped out of my seat, grabbing my jacket that sat on the chair in the corner. 
Vic also jumped up, and started heading to the door before giving Coby a hug and said goodbye. I blew Coby a kiss, but then realised that I should probably say goodbye properly because, who knows what might happen while I am gone. 
                          
"Bye, baby brother," I whispered while engulfing him into a hug and walking out with nothing more than a small wave. We walked down the hallways, Vic's hands in his pockets and looking at the ground. 
                          
"When is the concert?" He politely asked.
                          
"Tomorrow night, you still want to come?" 
                          
"Definitely. Thank you f-for invit-ting me, I have always wanted to see them live," he stuttered, clearly not adapted to saying thank you or even being nice to me. 
                          
"You're welcome, I saw them on one of your posters so I thought I would ask you," 
                          
"It's very much appreciated," where this politeness was coming from was extremely confusing, but I liked it. It was nice to have someone being nice to you for a change. We kept walking in a comfortable silence and continued on to the car where we talked about absolutely nothing, but I was 100% okay with that. Sometimes silence is the best thing. 



                          
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When we reached out destination, I had to quickly trod off to my room before I took Vic to his, so I could pick up some more clothing for the next day and a bit. Vic didn't really mind, I guess he was just glad he didn't have to spend an extra few minutes in his room. I mean, there is literally nothing to do in those rooms so I can understand. 
                          
We got to my room, which was a little bigger than Vic's but much, much more decorated. I hade posters covering every inch of the walls and am overflowing book shelf in the corner. It was quite like the room I had at home, but heaps smaller and I have a lot more books than I used to. Vic just sat on the bed which was situated on the opposite side to his and waited patiently for me to get a bag together of necessities for tonight and tomorrow. My mind wondered to how I am going to see my favourite band tomorrow, its so surreal. I could never have imagined going to a live Sleeping With Sirens concert. Ever. I didn't think I would at all. 
                          
"I cannot wait for tomorrow," I turning around to see Vic looking through all the books in my shelf. I had most of the books from my childhood on that shelf, it was my most favourite thing in the world to do, reading. I had Sense And Sensibility by Jane Austen to Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. My all time favourite books, in one book shelf. Vic seemed to be quite intrigued by them, so I let him continue looking through while I put together my bag. "All done, I can take you back to your room now," I turned around again, and waited for Vic to follow. "Can I borrow this book?" He asked, holding up The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. That book is the most precious thing ever, it was given to me by my grandmother on my 14th birthday in 2008. She being my favourite person in the whole world, and still is although she mightn't be here. 
                          
"I guess so, but please don't ruin it." I asked, whilst agreeing with him. I really do hope he doesn't ruin it, like I said my favourite thing in the whole world is that book. 
                          
"Thank you," he smiled while reading the blurb and following me out the door to his room. 



                          
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Vic's POV 




                          
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I haven't been happy in a long time but it felt that today was quite enjoyable. I cannot exactly recall what happiness feels like, but I am pretty sure its close to what I experienced today. Nothing went wrong, which I was half expecting something to but it ended up not happening so I guess I was glad in a sense. I like Coby's company, a lot. Not in the gay sorta way, I am 100% straight but I mean like a brotherly sorta way. He is like me, minus the psychotic-ness. I hope he lasts longer than the doctors say he will, I would like him to anyways. 
                          
It's around 2:30am and I cannot sleep what-so-ever, I am too excited for the concert tomorrow, or today rather. My eyes are glued to the book Kayleigh let me borrow, which is quite interesting. I can sort of relate to Charlie a bit, I did have a psycho aunt who died in a car accident. That counts, right? Either way, its a very good book but the only thing that is bugging me is the fact that it's highlighted in some sentences. Why? I have no idea, but it's quite strange because they have no apparent order, nor pattern, which I guess is what makes it so interesting. In fact, its not bugging me at all, it's giving me something to think about.