The Assignment

Chapter 3

 

I quickly got dressed in my regular black skinny jeans and a random band shirt with a sweater and went downstairs. Thankfully dad wasn't home to yell at me for being late, so I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my bag and slipped my useless phone into my pocket.

 

By the time I arrived at school it was already half way through first block: psychology. Fuck, now I have to go in there and hope Vic doesn't say anything.

 

“Kellin, it's nice of you to join us” Mr. Clad said as I entered the room.

 

“Sorry I'm late sir” I spoke quietly while scurrying to my seat.

 

Most people stopped looking at me after I made my way to my seat but one persons eyes were still glaring at me: Vic's.

 

I only made eye contact with him for a second, and the look he was giving me was so full of hate. As soon as I looked away he abruptly got up from his seat and went to the teachers desk, and asked him something that he seemed to agree to. Next thing I know Vic called my name and told me to meet him in the hallway.

 

I sighed heavily, but none the less got up and followed an angry looking Vic outside the class. As soon as I shut the door behind me he was yelling.

 

“Why the hell did you just leave like that Kellin? We weren't done! You didn't even say that you were leaving you just up and went! Jeeze do you do this to everyone? Leaving like a scared little kid? Is that why you have no friends?!” Vic was still speaking but I wasn't hearing any more of it. I mean I don't see what I really did wrong, shouldn't he have been glad that I left? He hates me why is he mad that I didn't say goodbye?

 

Vic was still rambling on about god  knows what before I finally yelled “STOP IT”

 

“What do you mean st-“ he tried to say but I'm so done with his shit.

 

“I SAID STOP. Stop taking! Just shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” I stopped for a second to make sure he got the point. And it seemed like he did because he wasn't saying anything, he even looked a little stunned because I stood up for myself.

 

“Look Vic, if you want an apology then fine, I'm sorry for leaving. Okay done? Done. Oh and look I have my reasons for leaving and the main one is because you act like this” I said gesturing to him, “you're an arrogant asshole who hates me for no reason whatsoever! You came to this school at the end of last year and immediately started hating on me, what did I ever do to you?! Yeah I know I have no friends but that's because of something that happened before you even got here so fuck off.”

I was getting emotional so I quickly went back into the class, grabbed my bag and left. When I walked out of the class again I noticed Vic in the same spot that I left him in. Whatever fuck him.

 

~&~

 

I found myself at home dying for a smoke or two. I was hurt and angry. I didn't mean to say all those things to Vic, I shoulda just have kept my mouth shut, he doesn't need to know anything about me. I should have just let him yell at me and not have stood up for myself. FUCK! Why do I always make things hard for myself? How are we supposed to go about doing the project with the hate we have towards each other now?   

 

The smokes weren't helping my thoughts, I was still so angry. I went into the bathroom to grab a cup of water but after drinking it all I seemed to be even madder. “FUCKKKKK” I screamed out to the empty house. I looked at my reflection and hated everything I saw. My hair was too long, my eyes are dull and colourless, my skin is disgusting.

 

I don't quite remember the few second that led up to it, but when I opened my eyes after screaming the mirror was shattered and my hand was bleeding. I should've felt something, anything, whether it be pain or anger or anything else. But I didn't feel anything. Those few moments after I broke the mirror were purely feeling-less.

 

I picked up a shard of glass and brought it to my arm. I didn't even feel it tearing up my skin worse than ever before. It was magical. It was like all the bad things and the good ones were simply gone, there was nothing left. Just me and this piece of glass.

 

~&~

 

My blissful dreamlike state ended when I heard the front door slam shut. I quickly went to my room to look at the clock which told me that I've been out of it for hours. It was nearly 5 o’clock in the evening, and I have been home since about 10:30.

 

“KELLIN? Are you home?” I heard my father yell.

 

“Yes” I yelled back frantically wiping the dried blood from my body and clothes.

 

“Come down here and have dinner, I bought some Chinese”

 

I tried to fix my hair a little before running downstairs but that proved difficult due to the lack of mirror.

 

I was eating my dinner when my dad walked into the kitchen carrying something. Carrying beer bottles to be exact. Was he cleaning for the first time in his life?

 

“Kellin, I'm going to need you to clean up down here because I'm having a party for my work. Some of the guys are coming tonight and I want them to still respect me. Oh and that means don't be a faggot around them, don't want anybody quitting because my sons a gay boy” he said laughing.

 

“Yeah okay dad” was all I replied because it still hurt every time he offended me even though it was daily.

I quickly finished my food and started to clean up. I'm in for a long night.