Your forever is all that I need ~ kellic

7 ~ high there Mr Fuentes.

September 20th

It's been 2 days and I'm already fucking done with Nick. He's so damn clingy and annoying! He seriously hasn't left me alone since I agreed to be his "boyfriend". This probably wouldn't seem so bad if I had actually wanted to date him, which I hadn't. However, I've been pretending that I like him. It's probably a bad idea but I didn't want to seem like a bitch until I come up with a plan to break us up. I could just tell him that I don't want to be with him, but that would be too easy.

"Hey kellin--"

Ugh he spoke.

"What" I turned my head towards him in a slow sarcastic type of way.

"Uh, are you ok? You seem kind of out of it.. Again." He said. He sounded really caring and concerned which annoyed me even more.

"Yeah I'm fine, just daydreaming" I told him.

He leaned towards me and wrapped his arms around my upper arms/ shoulders making it difficult for me to move. Then he kissed my cheek and smiled as he cuddled up to me even more. "Good." he spoke.

We were sat on a bench in the park, it was about 2pm on a Wednesday so there wasn't many people here as the majority of people were obviously at school. He however, decided that it would be a good idea to skip. It wasn't a good idea, I've only been going to this school for two weeks and I've already skipped two days.. And I hang out with the "badass druggies", I must be getting a terrible reputation. Not that my reputation really matters anyway, I doubt that I'll be going to this school very long.

"So uh.. Any reason that we're skipping" I asked him, still not looking at him in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

"Why wouldn't we be skipping babe" he replied, his eyes burning into the side of my head.

Ok let's see, why wouldn't we be skipping? I have no idea at all. Maybe because education is important if we actually want to do something with our lives, or because we'll be in a shit ton of trouble if someone catches us skipping. Or maybe because I have music today and I really like music. Or even because frankly I'd rather be at school than here. Many reasons really.

"Because what happens if the police find us..?" I asked him in a reply to his earlier question.

"Well have you ever been arrested before?" He spoke in almost a joking way.

"No..." I lied.

"Then, babe, they'll let us off with just a warning. That's all Mike got when they found him skipping." His words felt mocking and sarcastic although I'm sure he didn't mean for them to be. I'm seriously really starting to dislike him. Yeah, he might be cool as a friend but please no more.

He practically bounced up and looked at me, the most devious smile grew on his face. "Let's go get weird" he grinned.

"Weird?" I questioned him. I know what he means but making him explain might give him a chance to change his mind and I really don't wanna do what he's suggesting.

"High, Ya dumb shit" he told me, still grinning. I nodded to him, telling him yes. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hidden place behind the shelter. It was covered in litter and completely stunk of alcohol and a mixture of different types of drugs. I hated it. But I didn't refuse.

~~~~~

I ran away from Nick. I can't remember why. He scared me. And It was cold. I like cold
But it was funny cold. Everything looked dizzy and pink. It was so pretty.

"I feel like a unicorn" I smiled. I galloped against the wind before my legs collapsed under me, then I couldn't get up. I kept trying and trying to move but my legs were like jelly, I didn't like it. I could feel myself starting to cry. I really didn't like it. Everything around me was spinning and I couldn't move at all. I pulled at my legs, desperately trying to move them, but Everytime I moved my arm it got weaker and eventually I couldn't move that either. I felt like I was going to be sick, but I couldn't, I hadn't eaten.

Things got more blurry, all I could see was a swirl of colours that were starting to get darker and move faster. After what seemed like forever, everything went black and I couldn't feel anything any more. There was nothing.

~~~~~

I woke up a while later and felt something cold being rubbed onto my arms, it was really relaxing. So I just laid there and allowed it to happen, I still wasn't sure I had the strength to open my eyes anyway. But then I realised. The cold oil type fluid was being rubbed into my arms, specifically my wrists. What's on my wrist? Scars. A lot of scars, some of them only a few days old. My eyes shot open and attempted to look at the person who was doing this, but everything was still blurry. I could just about make out the long brown hair. Whoever it was, didn't say anything so I assume they hadn't noticed that I was awake.

The blurryness began to leave my vision and I could soon tell who it was. Mr, victor Fuentes. Oddly, knowing that it was him gave me relief. He was the one person at school who already knew about my scars so I wouldn't have to explain myself to anyone. It's also way better than finding it to be a therapist or doctor. Besides, Vic seems to have a calming effect on me.

"what are you doing?" I asked him, I already knew what he was Doing. I could see the bottle of rescue oil that sat on the table besides me, that's the stuff people use to get rid of scars.

He didn't seem shocked or startled when I spoke, he just continued rubbing the oil into my arms, maybe he knew I was awake after all. Then he moved his lips to speak "I'm rubbing rescue oil into your scars, it reduces the visuality of them and yours are very noticeable.. Don't people ask you about them all the time?" He gaze was focused on my wrists.

"I cover them up"

"well yeah," he looked at me. His eyes were so warm and kind, I couldn't help but stare into them, "but what about in p.e, when you have swimming."

"I skip p.e"

"of course you do." he looked away from me and rolled his eyes. Honestly, That hurt a little he has no right to judge me. Even if he did find me passed out from being high, I assume that's what happened.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, with an accidental tone of sadness and playfulness to my voice, still not taking my eyes off him.

"It means, kellin. That I'm not surprised that one of mikes friends, who skips school, and I found passed out about an hour ago, skips P.E." Everything he said seamed to flow so smoothly out of his mouth. He voice was so deep as well. It was kind of awesome.

"Oh" was all I replied.

"Oh?" He looked at me again and lifted his eyebrows.

"Yes oh."

"Why oh?"

"Why not oh? It's a great word." I told him.

"It's barely even a word, it doesn't even really mean anything" he quietly laughed to himself while saying this, proud that he had supposedly proved my wrong. Fuck no he hasn't proved me wrong. I'll go to my grave convincing people that oh is a great word.

"That's why it's so great," I sort of smiled. "it can mean whatever you want it to mean and can be used in all sorts of situations."

He smiled back at me, "ok, I see your point, you mean like the word fuck can be used in different ways." Yassss he understands.

"Yes." I stopped smiling at him. This might sound dumb but I pretty much only just realised the weird creepiness of the situation. The dude found me passed out and his initial response was to take me to his house and put rescue oil on my scars... That's weird as hell. I rolled down my sleeves and he moved his hands away from my wrist. "I should go.. My mom might be wondering where I am." Emphasis on the might.

"oh.. Right, ok." He looked kind of disappointed. "Just uh, don't get high with Nick again. Mike says he has the worst dealer that you can find who just gives people complete crap."

"Sure." I nodded at him. Then I stood up and left. On my way home, I checked my phone. There was fucking 17 messages from Nick, that I assume we're just asking how I was and making sure that I'm ok. But I ignored them, he's really the last person I wanna talk to, or text right now.