Better Off Dead (boyXboy)

Prologue

*TRIGGER WARNING* some events in this story may be triggering. Please understand that this story is purely a work of fiction! If you like this story, please vote for it and leave me a comment. Most of all, enjoy! ~ Kaleigh
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Kellin's POV

When your entire world comes crashing down around you for the first time, the raw, burning pain that floods your entire body leaves you no choice but to let it take over. There is no fighting back; you simply feel it until you go numb. The numbness can almost be blissful at times, for it's so much better than feeling like you're on fire.

A few months ago, my first love, my heart and soul, Camden, left me. Well, more like I walked in on him fucking some whore of a girl. Yes, a girl. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, but pretended like I wasn't hurt. We had a huge fight, all the while the girl lying naked in MY boyfriend's bed, not really sure what was going on or what to do. In all honesty, I wasn't quite sure what was happening either. This boy, who I thought loved me as much as I loved him, was in bed with a WOMAN. Eventually, I got tired of him talking at me and left.

When I got home, my parents knew something was wrong. I loved my parents, but they were both strict Christians and I was afraid of how they would react to my having a boyfriend. Already upset, I didn't really care what they thought about me at that moment; I needed someone to confide in before I puked up my insides. I told them about Camden and everything that had happened. As I talked, I saw my father growing more and more enraged. When I was finished, he screamed at me and told me I was going to hell for my sins. He told me I was no longer his son and that he wanted me out.

Thank God for my mother. If it weren't for her, I would probably be living on the streets right now. She's not exactly a saint, but she made sure I wouldn't be left on the streets to die, even though that's what I want more than anything else in the world right now. Because of her, I was put into the the system; the only problem is that nobody wants to deal with a depressed 17 year old boy that shouldn't even be their problem to begin with. That's how I ended up living with my shitty foster parents, the Eaton's, and their son Ethan. Ethan isn't half bad, but he's a kid. My foster parents are horrid human beings that only took me into their home for one reason and one reason only; I am a paycheck. Nothing more, nothing less. As soon as I turn 18, I will have nowhere to go. Anywhere has to be better than here.

Mr. Eaton beats the shit out of me with anything and everything he can every time I "disrespect" him. That could be doing anything from looking at him to saying no. Mrs. Eaton has never physically hurt me, but her words are as deadly as bullets. To her, I am an animal; just another mouth to feed. Half of the time, she doesn't even bother with feeding me. Why don't I ask for help?

I only have a few months left in this hellhole. The scars on my arms are proof that I've seen battle. So far, I've won. I don't intend to keep it that way much longer though. The darkness in my mind is slowly consuming me. I tried to fend off my demons for as long as possible, but I don't know how much longer the walls I've built will remain intact.

It's a damn good thing I'm not afraid of hell.