Linkin Undead (Hollywood Undead FanFic)

Crawling.

~Jorel~

It's hard to sleep when your parents argue right behind your bedroom door. Especially when it's about you, and you could hear every word perfectly without mistakes. They were crystal clear, it was like they were shouting the words in my ear.

They were planning on sending me to a boarding school.

My bandages were covered by the sweatshirt I wore, just because I couldn't even look at them. The thought of Mike finding me almost dead was.. Unbearable.

They planned on tomorrow, because starting early would get me out earlier. It scared me, just thinking about who would be there. Kids that were bullies, or were just messed up. It was like prison, you never know what could possibly happen. The part I was scared of most was leaving my friends.

What would they do? Would they move on until I got back? Would they possibly think of me differently? Would I be different to them? And Tian.. The things I put her through made it worse. I felt a tear drop out of my eye.

I curled up into a ball, pulling a pillow over my head to block the noise. Sadly, they were still heard. This drove me crazier than I actually was. Standing up, and trudging to the door, I opened it up and yelled.

"Shut up and go argue somewhere else!! You don't know what you're putting me through! Damn it." I slammed the door, then stomped back to my bed, flopping onto it.

Laying there, I began to think; this was the right thing to do. This was so I could be someone my friends would want to be around. My parents' argument finally came to a halt, and I found myself drifting off into sleep.

**
Morning came quick. There was knocking on my door, and before I knew it my dad slowly opened the door. I groaned as he opened my closet, where a few (no, a lot) of clothes and important things fell out like an avalanche. He rummaged through the mess, pulling out my large suitcase that I haven't used in ages. I sat up straight, staring him down like a hawk. My dad didn't seem to notice.

"What are you doing?" I exclaim angrily, ripping the sheets off me.

"Getting stuff packed for you."

"Why?"

"You're going to a boarding school." My dad simply states. The memories from last night started to sink into my brain then.

It was hard to wake up to the fact of leaving everything and everyone that you loved, just to go to a dumb-ass school where they treated you like farm animals. Or else they would announce something you had done terribly wrong and make you look like a f*cking circus clown.

"Come on, Dad, don't tell me you're going to send me to that school for two more years." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck quickly.

"I am telling you that." My dad peered up at me, with worry in his eyes. The way he looked at me made me feel like a complete idiot..

Not able to stand my father for no longer, I trudged out of the room into the small hallway. Spring was in the hall, examining me. I tugged the sweatshirt sleeves over my hands. She ran and gave me a hug, bursting into tears. I took an unsteady breath.

"I don't want you to leave." She quietly sniffled, pulling away from me.

"Tell mom and dad that. See if they give a sh*t." I held tears back, and Spring snapped her head up at me like she did the first day of high school.

"Mom doesn't want you talking like that.."

"I don't care," I took a shaky breath, looking forward down they hall, "I'm old enough to say them."