The Secret Affair (Kellin Quinn/Sleeping With Sirens)

Chapter 2 - No More Pain

3:00 AM

Pain. You'd think I'd have it. But how? How could I when I had experienced so much in life. All I remember was Katy's pleads for me to wake up. Then sirens.

Oh, those sirens. It was funny, Sleeping With Siren's consumed my life, while right at that moment, I was sleeping with sirens. 

Now I wasn't. I heard a faint beeping, the rush on voices and hushed inter-comes. I distinct  feelings that were left in the numbness. Cool sheets sweeping over my body, metallic tools dissecting me. But of course, those abilities left me all to quickly. Only my thoughts were left to me, and they were surrounded with darkness. With Kellin, with Katy, with Harmony. What did I do to deserve this?

You broke a marriage.....

My conscious was right. I ruined it for Kellin. I ruined it for his sweet daughter, his hard earned career.

Why me?

That question wouldn't just disappear. I wanted so dearly to have a restart, a redo. Against my will, I remembered first meeting Kellin. 

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My friend had gotten me the tickets. It was now official. We would see some of our favorite bands in person, all because of Abby. Actually, we were on our way right now. The thing is, we weren't going to a normal concert. This was the Warped Tour. And it just-so-happened, Abby got some of the best priced tickets from her dad. I was nervous, all of the bands I loved would be on a stage before me soon enough.

"Excited much?!" Abby squealed as we pulled up.

"I...I....I FREAKING LOVE YOU Abby Jones!" I jumped out of the car, and she followed. As we ran, I bumped into a figure.

"OH MY GOD...I am so sorry..." I panicked, but looking up, I had just bumped into a person on the crew, setting up amps for the stages.

"It's fine!" the guy laughed, not bothering to stay around a second longer. I didn't either, quickly grabbing Abby's hand.

"Let's go."

Black Veil Brides, sadly, played before I made it there. So, me being me, I was devastated. Like a little girl being told she will never have a pony. 

But suddenly, Sleeping With Sirens was on, and that missing the other bands didn't phase me. The whole world stopped the minute I realised, Kellin was starting in front of us. 

I don't know how I got so lucky. I really don't. But Kellin's eyes? They met mine. He smiled, and by his eyes, I could tell it was meant for me. If You Can't Hang was their first song. The minute Kellin's voice met my eardrums, I no longer gave a damn to those screaming fans, pushing and screeching for his attention. I just sang along a little too loudly. Smiled a little too big. Swayed a little too gracefully. And my eyes, the whole time, kept catching his. He didn't refuse the contact. The only thing better was when he walked to where I was standing. He came up to the barrier holding back the crazy crowd, and ever so softly, slowly, hypnotically, grabbed my hand. Sparks. They flew. They blew up into fireworks. And they lingered when Kellin pulled away. I didn't even catch the rest of their songs. But Kellin? He was dazed too. Like he had felt something also. But, of course, all good things in life will come to an end. It was late, and I let Abby drive again.

"Did that really just happen?" She breathed. I nodded vigorously. How could it have not happened? Kellin and I had some strange interaction. And it resulted in me and my constant daydreaming. Why me? I wasn't special. But negative thoughts didn't stop the sly grin that formed on my lips and cheeks.

"Why so happy?" Abby glanced over at me. We weren't driving yet.

"Me and Kellin...Their was something there. I know he felt it too. And I can't believe someone like him could have anything with a girl like this." At the end of my statement, I motioned to myself.

"Plus, he has a wife!" I hastily added. Abby only sighed, and I was positive she was dropping the subject. Why would I forget this? Didn't she understand what I meant?

Maybe she doesn''t...

There it was. That voice that always screws things up. The one who won't let you forget the worst parts, the dark side of all greatness. Though, all things related inside my head were cut short. Quickly.

"HEY! WAIT!" A heavenly voice screamed to our car. Was it? Was it really him? I mentally prepped myself quickly, and turned around. Yep, Kellin Quinn, lead singer of Sleeping With Sirens, was running towards our car. Without thinking, I jumped out. I met him halfway, and let him catch his breath.

"You...You're the girl from the concert!!" We both shared huge, excited, childish smiles. I blinked a few times, and spoke up.

"Yeah....I am." The smile only got bigger. On him and me.

"I...I was just wanting to...well, this is fucking crazy, but give you my number?" He nervously scratched the back of his neck. I let a giggle escape my lips.

"Sure!" Finally, my cheekbones started to hurt from my smiling, but I just couldn't loosen the expression. We quickly exchanged numbers, and I ran back to our car after hugging Kellin.

"What in the bloody hell happened?!" Abby pressured me as soon as she began to drive.

"Kellin Quinn is now a part of my life. Somehow, someway..." That grin, smile, happiness? It didn't fade the least bit that night.

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Now, here I was. In such a wreck, a mess. All because I was running from a guy who gave his heart and soul for me.

Why? One second, it was perfect. Now? I am more than just half way out the door...

I remembered his taste. Scent. Feel. Everything. His perfection in the making. 

Suddenly, something rushed over me. My eyes opened, and relief gripped me. I sat up abruptly, and wasn't even dizzy or getting a head rush. I slowly realised, the machines were no longer hooked up to my body. I was still numb. I went to say something, but no sound came out. As I stood up, there was no temperature of the floor. Just a strange, airy feeling it was there. I took a deep breath in, and let it out after five seconds. I slowly turned around. I trembled. I was terrified. I began to feel a mix of emotions but none came straight or popped out in my head. It was far too clouded. I wasn't looking down at an empty hospital bed. I was looking down a a lifeless, pale, weak, hurt, pained, slumbering, victim. An living corpse, to put it in simple words. And the most chilling part? It wasn't some stranger or a loved one. It was, no other than, me. Brooklyn Mackenzie.

A/N: Hello everyone! So, I dedicated this chapter to SleepingWithPizza because she was lovely enough to fan, vote, and comment! (This chapter has been edited x)

Erm...I will give you some songs at the end of each chapter to listen too...It usually has something to do with the chappie. But today's really doesn't... 

Playlist:

Sleeping With Sirens - If You Can't Hang

A Rocket To The Moon - Forever and Always