Pessimistic [Completed]

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Editing Note: I'm going to leave the original

-+Keith's Pov+-
"Mom, please. It's not that big a deal!" I pleaded.
"Child, you're twenty three, you don't even have a job, you havent gone to college, I don't know what I expected from some fxggxt who dyed his hair blue! But you've been a leech for far to long!" She screeched at me, her voice hitting heights I didnt even know were possible.
My heart pounded in my chest. I'd fought with people before, but not like this. "But Mom, I found a job! I can-"
"Rapping is not a job! It's a waste of the potential you had! Pack your things and get out of this house, bitch. I am not paying for two any longer." She sighed, pointing to my room.
My heart stopped, hoping she didnt mean it. She didnt continue, just started at me, fury in her brown eyes. Her messy brown hair sat at shoulder length, holding onto her neck as if she was going to throw it across the room. She stood there panting, water spilled on her shirt.
I went to my room, not taking my eyes off of her, and grabbed my few essentials. A change or two of clothes, phone and charger, and some cash.
I zipped my backpack shut and went to the front door.
I waited for her to stop me. Maybe she just overreacted. Maybe she didnt mean what she said.
I might've stood there for a minute, maybe an hour.
Who was I kidding, she didnt care. Ever since dad left to hang with his buds, she'd been against anything I did.
Especially if it had to do with him.
I turned the knob, my hand shaking.
"You know, I really thought we'd get out of here. You had potential Keith. I thought you'd use it."
"Ma'am, being smart got me nothing but bullied. Now I'm going to leave." I winced I little, expecting her to hit me, beat me, something. Something other than silence.
Silence was the most painful reaction. No matter if someone was dead to you.

-+Pico's+-
I heard loud yelling coming from a nearby house. Yelling was never good. But it would be even worse if I got involved. I knew from experience.
It didn matter to me though, I had my own agenda.
Or at least until the yelling stopped.
Silence was worse than yelling.
Yelling meant an argument. Silence meant something had come between the two sides. Whether it was death, or something else, it was never good.
Still, I had no time to help. I was busy saving my own *ss.
I picked up the pace. I had lost a minute or two standing here, and lost time was lost dimes. And lives.
Not sure which is more important. Could be either.
I'm really getting distracted, arent I? Nevermind.

-+Noones PoV+-
Keith slammed the door shut, shivering at the sudden cold. Maybe he should've grabbed a jacket. It was to late now, he couldnt go back.
He should get used to it. He had no friends to go to. They were all onto bigger, better things.
He couldnt stay with his girlfriend either. Her parents wouldn't allow it. They argued way to much as it was.
She was way overprotective.
He stepped into a puddle, shivering. He'd been wearing his tennis shoes, but now they were soaking wet, as well as his socks.
He walked away, his feet going numb. He didnt pay attention to where he was going, he was to busy thinking.
Pico was curious. He usually never let his curiosity get the best of him, no, that's a lie. He always let it get the best of him.
He followed Keith, staying in he shadows. It was easy, with it being dark out.

-+Keith's PoV+-
I had no idea where I was going. What mattered was it was away from here. Honestly, I'd be fine not knowing anyone. Everyone has some sort of problem with me. My mom says I'm a disappointment to society, 'rApPeRs CaNt MaKe It BiG' as well as a disgusting f@ggot. My girlfriend might be biphobic, or shes just clingy. I'm not sure.
At the moment, I'm not sure of anything.
Not even sure where I am.
I zoned back into the real world, looking around. How far had I walked? I looked for somewhere to rest, someplace safe. I really didnt want to sleep in a wet, dirty alleyway.
At least it's not going to get colder. Its early march, so I hope. Unless Mother Nature decides to be a peice of crap.
A loud crunch came from behind me.
"Who's there?" I whispered, not daring raise my voice. God, I was paranoid.
I whipped around, my hair hitting me in the face.
I stood there, staring at the alleyway I had just passed.
A human looking shadow was coming out of it, just barely moving.
"I took karate!" I yelled. It wasnt a lie though. I took one class. Once. When I was like, four or something. "I will beat you until you cry! Or something."
"Yeah right." A voice came from the alleyway, making me jump.

To Be Continued!