vamness baby!
this is the next part of the fic im writing.
its mostly ville in this part.
DISCLAIMER: raise your hand if you think this happened *looks around* oh....
its gets better i promise.
“Bam?” ville’s voice drifted though the apartment.
He pushed open the door to bam’s room.
“Oh god”
There was bam, lying in a pool of his own blood with a blade clutched to him like a new born child. Ville dropped to his knees and reached out to feel bam’s throat.
He was still warm.
Quickly he pulled out his cell phone and dialled those three numbers everyone knew.
“Hello 911” responded the voice on the phone.
“I need you to send an ambulance”
“Yes sir and would you tell me what the emergence is?”
Ville was starting to panic, hating the fact that he was just standing there while bam slowly died next to him.
“Sir I can’t send an ambulance if you don’t tell me what’s happened”
“He….he slit his wrists” ville was sobbing now, unable to keep his emotion under control.
“Sir can you tell me what you’re address is?” asked the woman, in a softer tone after hearing ville’s sobs.
He grabbed the nearest envelope and read off the address.
“Ok I need you to do something for me, ok?”
“Yes” ville replied.
“Go over to you’re friend, what’s his name?” she asked.
“Bam”
“Ok, go over to bam and tie something around his wrists to stop him from bleeding, ok?”
“Um…ok” he looked around the room.
“I can’t find anything”
“Are you wearing a shirt?”
“Yeah, what kind of question is that?”
“No, take off you’re shirt and use that”
“Oh….sorry” he pulled off his shirt and pried the blade from bam’s grip. He slashed his shirt and tied it around bam’s wrists. It seemed like hours had past since he had walked in and found bam this way but really it’s was only a couple of minutes.
“Why did you do this?” he sighed and glanced at bam’s body sprawled out on the carpet. He noticed a piece of paper and picked it up and read the first line.
Please don’t forget me…
There was a knock on the door, ville jumped and shoved the note in to his pocket. He ran downstairs to let the paramedics in.
“Where is he?” the paramedic asked.
Ville pointed upstairs.
“Ok, thanks” he gave ville a worrying look and went up.
Ville collapsed on to a sofa. The last five minutes had exhausted him and all he wanted to do now was sleep……he let his eyes drift shut…………NO! Not when bam was hurt or….dying? He was about to break into tears again when the paramedic tapped him on the shoulder.
“Are you family?” he asked as ville wiped away a stray tear.
“Well yes, right now I am”
“Ok can you come with us so that he has someone with him when he wakes up?”
“Um…yeah” ville grabbed his coat.
The trip to the emergency room was just as bad, apart from the fact that the stupid ass paramedic was telling shitty jokes in a bid to “lighten the mood” ville couldn’t stand seeing bam lying unconscious in front of him with the remains of his shirt tied on to his wrists.
At last they arrived.
The doors shot open and the two paramedics pulled bam’s trolley towards the doors. Ville went to follow but the man stopped him.
“I’m sorry sir you’ll have to wait in the family room until we’ve cleaned him up a bit”
Ville wondered off and eventfully he found a room. Slumping into a chair he pulled the note from his pocket and studied it, three drops of bright crimson blood gleamed on the paper.
He looked up to see if anyone was watching him, wiped a pale finger over one of the drops and bought it to his lips.
He lapped at it with his tongue, expecting it to be tangy and metallic like his own, but strangely it was….sweet?
Just as he pulled his finger from his mouth a woman walked in.
“Mr. Valo” ville’s head shot up on hearing his name. How did they know his name?
“Mr.Valo if you’ll come with me I’ll show you to Mr. Margera’s room now” ville’s heart skipped a beat.
She showed him into a room where bam was connected to what looked like a hundred different machines all of them making there own little noise to show that he was still alive.
The woman turned to leave but before she did ville asked.
“How did you know my name?” “And his” he continued.
“It’s all now our database dear, he comes in here enough to have his own file and room”
“Is he going to be okay?” ville asked sheepishly.
“It’s touch and go dear, he cut himself pretty deep and he lost a lot of blood”
“Oh….thank you anyway” she walked out, leaving ville with only his thoughts for company.
He pulled the note back out and began to read. When he finished he let it drop from his hand and flout to the ground.
In the morning I am empty
Of everything I used to be
I will write away my feelings
So no one would ever read
If I had all of the answers
I could poor salt on my wounds
I could fill this room with sorrow
So no one would ever see.
This was why bam had tried to kill himself, because of him, because he thought that ville didn’t love him back.
I want to wake up and drink from your river
I want to reach out and tear down the sky
To know I'm alive
I want to learn how to feel without bleeding
I want to learn how to live by your side
You're no longer mine.
All this because ville had been too much of a coward to tell bam how he really felt.
If I offered you a picture
And the paint is yet to dry
Could you live with just a whisper?
A flower is meant to die
If I had all of the answers
I could poor salt on my wounds
I could fill this room with sorrow
So no one would ever see.
He pulled his chair closer to the bed and entwined bam’s fingers with his own.
And why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river
And why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river.
“I love you bam” ville whispered, his eyes filling with tears again.
I want to wake up and drink from your river
I want to reach out and tear down the sky
To know I'm alive, yeah
I want to learn how to feel without bleeding
I want to learn how to live by your side
To know that you’re mine.
Bam’s eyes flickered open.
Why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river
And why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river.
“ville?” bam cried out.
TBC
comments welcomed as always.lyrics from "the river" by breed 77
its mostly ville in this part.
DISCLAIMER: raise your hand if you think this happened *looks around* oh....
its gets better i promise.
“Bam?” ville’s voice drifted though the apartment.
He pushed open the door to bam’s room.
“Oh god”
There was bam, lying in a pool of his own blood with a blade clutched to him like a new born child. Ville dropped to his knees and reached out to feel bam’s throat.
He was still warm.
Quickly he pulled out his cell phone and dialled those three numbers everyone knew.
“Hello 911” responded the voice on the phone.
“I need you to send an ambulance”
“Yes sir and would you tell me what the emergence is?”
Ville was starting to panic, hating the fact that he was just standing there while bam slowly died next to him.
“Sir I can’t send an ambulance if you don’t tell me what’s happened”
“He….he slit his wrists” ville was sobbing now, unable to keep his emotion under control.
“Sir can you tell me what you’re address is?” asked the woman, in a softer tone after hearing ville’s sobs.
He grabbed the nearest envelope and read off the address.
“Ok I need you to do something for me, ok?”
“Yes” ville replied.
“Go over to you’re friend, what’s his name?” she asked.
“Bam”
“Ok, go over to bam and tie something around his wrists to stop him from bleeding, ok?”
“Um…ok” he looked around the room.
“I can’t find anything”
“Are you wearing a shirt?”
“Yeah, what kind of question is that?”
“No, take off you’re shirt and use that”
“Oh….sorry” he pulled off his shirt and pried the blade from bam’s grip. He slashed his shirt and tied it around bam’s wrists. It seemed like hours had past since he had walked in and found bam this way but really it’s was only a couple of minutes.
“Why did you do this?” he sighed and glanced at bam’s body sprawled out on the carpet. He noticed a piece of paper and picked it up and read the first line.
Please don’t forget me…
There was a knock on the door, ville jumped and shoved the note in to his pocket. He ran downstairs to let the paramedics in.
“Where is he?” the paramedic asked.
Ville pointed upstairs.
“Ok, thanks” he gave ville a worrying look and went up.
Ville collapsed on to a sofa. The last five minutes had exhausted him and all he wanted to do now was sleep……he let his eyes drift shut…………NO! Not when bam was hurt or….dying? He was about to break into tears again when the paramedic tapped him on the shoulder.
“Are you family?” he asked as ville wiped away a stray tear.
“Well yes, right now I am”
“Ok can you come with us so that he has someone with him when he wakes up?”
“Um…yeah” ville grabbed his coat.
The trip to the emergency room was just as bad, apart from the fact that the stupid ass paramedic was telling shitty jokes in a bid to “lighten the mood” ville couldn’t stand seeing bam lying unconscious in front of him with the remains of his shirt tied on to his wrists.
At last they arrived.
The doors shot open and the two paramedics pulled bam’s trolley towards the doors. Ville went to follow but the man stopped him.
“I’m sorry sir you’ll have to wait in the family room until we’ve cleaned him up a bit”
Ville wondered off and eventfully he found a room. Slumping into a chair he pulled the note from his pocket and studied it, three drops of bright crimson blood gleamed on the paper.
He looked up to see if anyone was watching him, wiped a pale finger over one of the drops and bought it to his lips.
He lapped at it with his tongue, expecting it to be tangy and metallic like his own, but strangely it was….sweet?
Just as he pulled his finger from his mouth a woman walked in.
“Mr. Valo” ville’s head shot up on hearing his name. How did they know his name?
“Mr.Valo if you’ll come with me I’ll show you to Mr. Margera’s room now” ville’s heart skipped a beat.
She showed him into a room where bam was connected to what looked like a hundred different machines all of them making there own little noise to show that he was still alive.
The woman turned to leave but before she did ville asked.
“How did you know my name?” “And his” he continued.
“It’s all now our database dear, he comes in here enough to have his own file and room”
“Is he going to be okay?” ville asked sheepishly.
“It’s touch and go dear, he cut himself pretty deep and he lost a lot of blood”
“Oh….thank you anyway” she walked out, leaving ville with only his thoughts for company.
He pulled the note back out and began to read. When he finished he let it drop from his hand and flout to the ground.
In the morning I am empty
Of everything I used to be
I will write away my feelings
So no one would ever read
If I had all of the answers
I could poor salt on my wounds
I could fill this room with sorrow
So no one would ever see.
This was why bam had tried to kill himself, because of him, because he thought that ville didn’t love him back.
I want to wake up and drink from your river
I want to reach out and tear down the sky
To know I'm alive
I want to learn how to feel without bleeding
I want to learn how to live by your side
You're no longer mine.
All this because ville had been too much of a coward to tell bam how he really felt.
If I offered you a picture
And the paint is yet to dry
Could you live with just a whisper?
A flower is meant to die
If I had all of the answers
I could poor salt on my wounds
I could fill this room with sorrow
So no one would ever see.
He pulled his chair closer to the bed and entwined bam’s fingers with his own.
And why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river
And why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river.
“I love you bam” ville whispered, his eyes filling with tears again.
I want to wake up and drink from your river
I want to reach out and tear down the sky
To know I'm alive, yeah
I want to learn how to feel without bleeding
I want to learn how to live by your side
To know that you’re mine.
Bam’s eyes flickered open.
Why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river
And why
We gotta swim against the tide to each other
To find the other side of the river.
“ville?” bam cried out.
TBC
comments welcomed as always.lyrics from "the river" by breed 77