Change of Fate (Kellic)

Chapter 2

Kellins POV

*Smash* ugh. My lovely mornings involve a mixture of an infuriating sound from my alarm clock followed by a form or smashing/ shattering/ destructive sound from my drunken father downstairs, oh and to make this morning better a massive hangover. i mean its my fault and i expect it because i drink to stop the pain, sometimes i do other stuff but last night was a drinking night.

My father used to be a sweet, loving father. We had the typical weekend mornings all in bed, my parents, me, my little sister Cara, and we'd all stay there and watch movies and wrestle each other. The days would end with us all exhausted because we've been laughing so much.

But that all changed when i turned 14 and my parents got divorced. Just before the divorce my dad lost his best friend and after that he just went cold, would shout a lot and was just purely unpleasant to be around. So, after the divorce my parents decided that i'd live with my dad and my sister will live with my mum, Lisa. Every few weeks my sister will come and visit me and my dad or i'd go down and visit her and my mum. I like those times because it means my dad wont beat me like he does everyday, but also because me and my mum are really close so it makes me feel safe. The abuse started when i was 14 just after me and my dad moved out and now im 17. I don't exactly have the most normal life because i don't know how many 17 year olds spend most of their nights sleeping on a cold park bench when they get kicked out, but hey, I've got my alcohol for when that happens.

I go to high school here in Michigan, i mean i hate school but i guess i should be grateful because this school doesn't have bullying. It has the odd name calling but thats it. Of course i get called names such as 'emo' 'fag' 'loner' 'freak' and people wont talk or come near me because they're worried that they'll catch my 'disease' but they're too dumb to know that being gay isn't a disease. It's just love. They don't have any evidence that i am actually depressed but I do understand why they assume i am. I mean, i wear black a lot, i wear hoodies even in the summer, im always listening to music and keeping to myself and i dont make eye contact with anyone at school because i dont want people to notice me to be honest and I'm just downright miserable. You see, i dont think im going to make it to 18 or to see my graduation. Especially at the rate im going now.

After my depressing 20 minute reflection on my sad life, i decide its best to get up and get dressed so i can leave this house as quickly as possible. So i drag myself up and look out my curtains, a perfect rainy grey day, my favourite. I limp through to my bathroom and take off my t shirt and briefs, avoiding to look in the mirror, and step into my warm, comforting shower. Ignoring the burning sensation on my body, I rub my body with the body wash and move on to washing my hair, then step out and wrap a towel around my waist and moving to the sink to brush my teeth. I choose out my closet my favourite, and one of many, pairs of black skinny jeans, my black t shirt and what a surprise, my black hoodie. Colourful i know, its just i feel most comfortable in these, even though i think i might have worn these yesterday when i was drinking. Oh well no one will notice.

After slipping these clothes on, i find my TOMS and search for my grey beanie. After throwing most of my clothes around i find it and put it on my still dripping wet hair. I pick up my bag and run downstairs avoiding my dad and am out the door into the chilly morning air. Hmm yea probably should have dried my hair then, ah well i'll survive and hey its raining so its not exactly going to make a difference, dipshit. I get my iPhone out, put on some good music and start making my way to school.