P. O. V. Rouge Monologue

Prolouge
Kellin P.O.V Ugh.. Another lonely morning. I swear I just can’t stand this anymore, I need him back or I am going to loose it. I rolled over to my side to grab my phone off of the charger from my little wooden desk right next to my bed. I started to scroll through the spam of different text messages from Vic. Oh how I desperatly wanted to text him back and tell him to come back to me but I know I couldn’t, I knew we needed space away from each other for a long time, after all he did just cheat on me for three days, if I were to go back to him I would go insane wondering if I would ever be able to trust him with my heart again. After I finsihed thinking and scrolling through the spam I knew what I had to do, so I just replied back
As I watched his every move I backed up more and more until I slammed my back into a wall and then I seen the man pull out a knife from his jacket pocket and he got closer and closer to me. Once he had fully gotten closer to me I did the only thing that I thought that I could do and I punched him straight into the jawline and I kicked in his knee, but he was quick to recover and slashed my shoulder. I winced in pain but I couldn’t stop and worry about that when there’s some random guy trying to kill me, I then punched him in the chest and tried to shove him back but I couldn’t, he was too strong and I was weak after running. Right we he had pinned me against the wall he had the knife inching closer and closer to my neck, but before I could lose all hope Kellin leaped onto Gerard’s back and pulled him back, but the thing was the knife made it’s way into my neck. I screamed by the pain and I fell to the ground and winced and screamed in
STOP YOU MONSTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOURSELF?!!? YOU’RE LOSING IT!!” I didn’t have the time to try and look over at the badly shaped Vic because I had been too busy dodging and punching Gerard. Once he was knocked out for a while I ran to Vic’s aid and see that the knife that Gerard held had already begun it’s way into Vic’s neck and my eyes then began to well up full of tears and I asked him, “Oh my God, baby. It’s okay, I’m here, I won’t leave you again, just please answer me.” My heart was shattering by each short and hitched breath that he was taking by the anxeity attack he was having. I tried to calm him down by holding his hand and rubbing circles with my thumb, it had seemed to work because he breathing started to improve and return to norma but he wasn’t speaking so I tried to talk to him, “Baby, talk to me please..” I managed to say through my constant sobbing. When he had time to process what I had just said in his mind he just gripped tighter onto my hand and held his other hand up and placed it onto my face and wiped away some of the tears that had been streaming down onto my