SidePack - Oneshots

Vikklan

First short story in this book!! It's supposed to be sad, but I'm bad at writing sad stuff so it might not have too many feels. This definitely needs to be edited and it is purposely a bit confusing, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy!

~k

(p.s. not my art. Credits to the owner)

Edit: I formatted this recently and will possibly edit in the future

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We had been dating for about a year and a half. Vik was the love of my life, and I would never let that love go to waste. 

"Lachlan, earth to Lachlan," His voice snapped me out of my daze. 

"Yes?" I mumbled, looking at the screen.

"I need to go, my friends are here already," We usually talked far into the night, but today was different. It was his birthday and he obviously needed to celebrate. 

"Alright my love," I whispered "Go out there and party!" 

He laughed, blew a kiss saying "Love you," as he logged off of TS.

I sighed, there's nothing for me to do, well other than play ARK for tomorrow. But I had enough of that recently. (Let's not talk about it). Yanking open the freezer, I snatched up some ice cream and slowly moved to the couch. I shoveled the rocky road into my mouth as the second season of "The Walking Dead" began.

-small time skip sorry-

I was beginning to get worried. The last time I talked to Vik was a week ago, on his birthday. I had tried contacting him anyway I thought possible, even through the fans and my friends. No one had any idea where he was. He just disappeared off the face of the earth. I had tried drastically to make him answer, sending voicemail's, texts, emails. But there was nothing.

At this point, I just laid on my bed, deflated. My uploading schedule on my main channel was dwindling, and I hadn't uploaded a single video in the last week for my second channel. People were asking where he was, where I was. Where we planning something special? Where we taking a break? Why weren't we uploading. 'Honestly', I answered, 'I don't know'

-another time skip? (confused on this one sorry again)-

It was a week after Vik disappeared, and I was lying on the couch when a familiar dinging noise rang from my office. It was probably either Preston or Rob or Mitch on Skype trying to get me to do anything but sleep. I honestly didn't want to answer, they would just bother me and nothing they would do would help. But I wasn't a bad friend, and my feet dragged me up, and through the door, placing me down in front of my computer.

I turned it on, bringing up the app and my heart leapt into my throat. Vik. A tear hit my hand as my eyes searched his face, something was wrong. And I knew it. His face was wrinkled into a frown, and his usual sparkling eyes were dull and faded. 

"Vik," I managed to force out. My head was swirling with question and fears. "Vik what's wrong," He opened his mouth and the whole story poured out, drowning me in unbearable grief.

-oh another time skip-

As soon as the plane landed, I whipped out my phone and called a cab. There was no way I was going to lose this last chance to see him. It arrived, and I gave him my destination, the hospital, as fast as he could. I sat quietly as the cab guy wove in and out of the traffic, speeding towards my impending pain.

The receptionist welcomed me, and told me which room to go to. My eyes threatened to spill over as the doors of the elevator slid shut, closing me in, although opening me into the bright light far too quickly. I slowly walked down the hall counting room numbers. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. I pulled open the door to see people with teary eyes and dark faces. His family was gathered in a corner comforting each other. My heart stopped. 

"V-Vik?" I walked over to the bed. IV's were stuck in his arm, and a heart monitor showed his heart slowing. "No, please," I whispered, leaning over him.

His eyes flickered, and he grabbed my hand. "I love you," I whispered.

And then I saw my life shatter before my eyes.

The heart monitor let out a dull tone. Straight and flat. Nothing else, as his hand fell limp from mine. The boy I loved was gone.

I turned and ran. I don't know where to, but just to get away. I needed help, I needed Vik. Jabbing the button for the elevator, my knees started to shake. I was dead inside. And the doors opened to a dark reality.

I slid down the side of the elevator, feeling the walls closing in. Nothing could keep back the tears anymore. They poured down my cheeks pooling in puddles at my feet. I was at a standstill. Nothing mattered. Nothing would matter. He was gone. And there's nothing I could do to get him back.