Goner (boyxboy)

x Prologue x

Quinn coughed harshly as he forced two fingers down his throat, letting everything he'd previously eaten come back up. His body shuddered and he groaned, his body collapsing back against the bathroom counters. He seriously regretted the past three hours. From the cuts on his stomach, to the weed he'd smoked, down to the food he'd consumed while high.

All of it was awful, and he hated himself for it, but it was a chain. If he harmed himself he needed a pick-me-up, said pick-me-up lead to cravings, cravings led to eating, and it ended with this. Purging- which, though helpful, was always painful. But Sundays were bad, they were quiet and left him to think. It wasn't his fault he couldn't fight the thoughts.

Running a hand down his face, Quinn whimpered. He hated it, his body, mind, and soul. He hated himself.

The taste in his mouth was bitter, and he grimaced in disgust. With shaking legs, the boy pulled himself into a standing position and grabbed the brightly colored mouthwash that sat on the counter. After thoroughly rinsing his mouth and when the taste of vomit was gone, he sighed- his head hanging low and eyes squeezed shut. It took a few moments but he finally looked up, meeting his eyes in the large mirror that dominated the area above the sink. What he saw was so disappointing.

Quinn- the mirror defined him.

A bruise on his jaw stood out, it was what called the most attention. Then his dead eyes; Once they were bright, now they resembled frozen pools. They were dead. His hair was tangled and frizzy looking, the curls looking crazier than they normally did. If he looked down, Quinn could see the blood on his stomach that had seeped through his shirt and dried. It was, as he would confirm to anyone, disappointing.

Quinn turned away, his chest tightening as he fought tears, his reflection would forever define him.

***

"Get 'im!" Quinn heard behind him, causing his legs to pump faster. He didn't want to get caught.

School was already bad enough for him, he didn't want to add more pain, it was only lunch on a Monday after all.

The pounding of feet behind him were terrifying, they weren't slowing and he was. His breath was coming in short, uneven pants and he knew soon enough his legs would give out beneath him. The only that kept him running at the moment was fear- fear and adrenaline. Without one or the other he'd been down already, most likely getting the shit kicked out of him. He grit his teeth when seeing that stairs were up ahead, they only led to the storage. He didn't want to get trapped up there but turning around wasn't an option.

When reaching the steep stairs, Quinn didn't expect the hand that reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Fuck!" He exclaimed when his frail body was dropped on the tile ground. His elbows took a good deal of the impacts and he felt tears flood his eyes at the deep pain, but he didn't let them spill. He knew worse pain was coming.

"Thanks lads." Said Collin's smug, British voice. "You can go now."

Quinn peaked up to see Collin's three friends walking away, done now that they'd helped with the catch. They seemed proud as they walked away, swagger and confidence in each step.

"Quinny, did you really think you'd get away from me? I mean really. You're just a scrawny faggot that can't defend himself. You must be delusional." Collin tsked and Quinn squeezed his eyes close, he didn't want to see what was happening. Collin was just that cliché, dick of bully that was on every bad high school movie.

Quinn looked up when he heard Collin's light laugh, and saw him pulling his foot back. Actually seeing the attack coming, Quinn reached his arms out and caught the British teen's ankle as he came to kick him. It took every bit of his strength, but Quinn managed to pull hard enough so that Collin was off balanced, and after a few wild swings of his arms, was on the ground right beside his target.

Quinn felt victorious... for half a second. Then Collin's furious growl sounded right in his ear and he wanted to cry. Nothing would ever go his way.

In an extremely short amount of time, Collin had Quinn beneath him and was repeatedly punching across his chest and stomach. It hurt the scrawny boy so much, not only did he have literally nothing to protect himself with but fresh cuts scattered his stomach.

Quinn thought about all the different escape routes he could have taken to get away, but of course, he hadn't. No, right now he was being beaten like nobody's business. This was his life though.

Suddenly, Quinn heard what to him, sounded like an angel, but was actually just their principle Mrs.Delphy yelling at them. "Mr.Kriss, get off Mr.Landers this instant!" Her heels could be heard as they clacked noisily down the empty hallway. She gripped onto Collin's arm with a manicured hand and pulled him up as if he weighed nothing. With a glare she stared the Brit down. Quinn wanted to sing with joy, finally Collin was going to be punished.

"Both of you, detention tomorrow. Fighting is not permitted on school grounds."

Her words made Quinn's face flush of all color. She had saved him, now though, she just signed his death sentence.

A/N

Short prologue but long chapters.

The video /song in the media makes me cry.

Hope you enjoyed!

VCF