Kellin's POV
I hurried to school. Not because I wanted to get there early; but because I didn't want to be rained on.
I walked through the school doors and could already smell the burning hell fires. Not literally. But you get what I mean.
I'd barely walked a metre into school and already I felt my knees buckle as someone tripped me up.
The entire hallway erupted into laughter and I heard "emo" "faggot" "go kill yourself" echoing around the corridor.
I ignored them and kept my head down as I limped towards the bathroom. The beating my mother gave me was finally taking its toll and with every step I winced at the pain in my ribs and back.
Finally I got to the bathroom; locking myself in a stall. I brought my knees up to my chest and retrieved my blade from my shoe.
Trigger warning
I let out a shaky breath before bringing the blade down to my canvas. My wrist. I slid it across slowly but frowned at the outcome. I picked up the pace and just made slashes all over my arm. Not needing to know how many. They weren't very deep, but deep enough to leave a scar and leave me satisfied.
I grabbed some tissue and mopped up the blood. I retrieved the bandages from my bag and bound my arms then returning the blade to my shoe. Once again I let out a shaky breath and left the safety of the stall.
Trigger warning over
Perfect timing. The bell rang and I made my way to my first class. English. Trudging into the classroom I took my seat in the back corner. Of course no one sat next to me, or even near me, but why would they? I'm just an emo fag.
I let out a sigh as I sat down earning a snide remark from the person in front, Brad aka my biggest bully.
"Hey faggot! We've talked about this before! You're probably so dumb you can't even understand it! Just do everyone a favour and GO - FUCKING - KILL - YOURSELF!"
"I wish" I mumbled making sure no one heard.
Unfortunately, like most other things in my life, that didn't go to plan. Brad heard.
I looked at him and his face was full of confusion, but it was gone as quickly as it arrived.
He just turned back around mumbling "whatever you gay piece of shit"
The teacher arrived and got the lesson underway which of course I was paying no attention to. I had my notebook out and was doing I usually did most lessons. Lyric writing. Thoughts just appeared and the only way I could express them instead of cutting was to write songs. At this moment in time I was thinking about my father.
Why did he leave me?
Was I not good enough?
Was I that much of a disappointment and a failure that he couldn't stand to be around me?
The thoughts were being scribbled onto the page.
I looked down to see what I had come up with.
Father, father, tell me where have you been?
It's been hell not having you here
I've been missing you so bad
And you don't seem to care
When I go to sleep at night, you're not there
When I go to sleep at night, do you care?
Do you even miss us?
Your bottle's your mistress
I need to know, I need to know
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it ends?
I will try to understand
That was enough for now.
Still not caring about the lesson I just started to daydream. That was until the lesson was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Even then I still wasn't concentrating. I heard a few words being exchanged between whoever was at the door and the teacher, Mr Jasper.
I was still daydreaming until I heard
"-sit next to Kellin"
My head shot up and my eyes widened in shock. I turned to look at the person at the door and was awe struck.
In front of me was the most gorgeous boy I think I'd ever seen
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