Carbon Monoxide (Kellic) [go to AndehCrossley account for further updates]

New day, new life, new people.

Vic's POV:

My alarm clock went off, waking me up from my peaceful slumber. I can't remember what I was dreaming about, but as soon as I woke up I had a terrible feeling in my stomach. It wasn't like a sick bug feeling, more of a worried one; it's the kind of nervous feeling you get before you think something's going to go wrong. I tried to shake it off as first day nerves, but it felt different from that.

I climbed out of bed, and got changed into a pair of faded black jeans and a random red T-shirt. I picked up my gray zip-up jacket and slipped it on; I still feel uncomfortable about my scars, I've been clean for almost a month so they are a little faded but you can still see them. I always wear some kind of jacket when I go out, to make sure my scars are completely hidden; I'm a freak enough as it is, I don't want people finding yet another thing to pick on me for.

I checked my hair in the bathroom mirror before walking down into the kitchen for breakfast. Mom had already laid out a bowl and spoon for my cereal, so all I had to do was grab the fruit loops and the milk. After I finished my breakfast, I laced up my sneakers and grabbed my cap off the back of the kitchen chair.

Just as I was about to leave, Mom came into the hall, "Oh, Vic, take that stupid thing off. Don't wear that to school" she said, pulling my cap off. Ugh. She's never liked the way I dress, never liked the music I listen to, never liked who I am as a person; just like everyone else I guess. I've always been the outcast, no matter where I live. Sure, I've had friends, but they've never been close to me, never truly understood who I am. Just tolerated me, really.

"Victor, hola? Estás ahí?" my mom said, waving her hand in front of my face. I hate when she speaks Spanish to me; she expects me to learn the language, just because she speaks it, but frankly I don't care, I'm never going to use it. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah...just a bit nervous you know, first day at school and all" I lied. The truth was I wasn't just nervous, I was scared. I still had the terrible feeling in my gut, like something bad was going to happen.

"Don't be worried, you've done this before," yes, and that's one of the problems. "You'll fit in straight away." haha. I couldn't help but laugh at that; 'you'll fit in straight away'; yeah right. Because that's why I used to come home everyday and cut myself, because I felt loved at school! Sure, mom, sure. I chuckled to myself, out of the pure depressing truth of how much my own mother doesn't know me. It's sad really.

"What's funny?" my mom questioned.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing" I lied again, I didn't want to get into a conversation with her; especially if it was about me. She never wanted to know about me, even if she pretended to, so I'm not going to let her now; in the end it's her loss.

"Okay. Well, have a good day. Be good and don't get into any fights or anything. You can't be expelled from this school, it's the only one with space, so behave!" Wow, she really doesn't know me at all, does she!? "Have you got all your stuff?" she continued. "Do you think you can make it there on your own?" she asked, although it was more of a cliche "motherly" thing to say than an actual question; she probably wouldn't care if I could get to school easily, as long as I got there on time. I nodded my head in agreement, even if I said no, she wouldn't give me a ride.

I picked up my bag, slung it over my shoulder and walked out the door. It had stopped raining but you could see the huge puddles in the street from where the water couldn't drain. It was still pretty chilly tho, so I pulled my jacket around my shoulders and started to make my way to school.

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Kellin's POV:

I woke up in my chair; I must have fallen asleep whilst sitting there. I stood up mere seconds before my alarm went off, at least I wasn't late; however my back really ached from the hardness of the chair. I stood up straight and stretched, my back cracking as I bent it backwards. Ahh, that felt good; just like my razor; pain, but a good type.

I swapped my clothes for a new pair of jeans and a different T-shirt. I grabbed my sketch book, shoving it in my bag as I walked down the stairs. The kitchen was covered with empty bottles of beer and a half spilled prescription pot. Looks like mom's back on her pills. I pushed the glasses to the side and made a ham and cheese sandwich on the counter. I grabbed a juice box from the fridge and walked out the door. Shit. I forgot my sweatshirt. How could you forget that, Kellin? It's basically part of your skin!? I don't know what's wrong with me today; I mean, how could I forget my sweatshirt? I always, I mean, ALWAYS have it on. It's the only thing that can hide my scars.

I ran back into the house and grabbed my sweatshirt from the back of my chair. I put the sweatshirt on, making sure the sleeves were all the way down. For some reason my arms burned as I pressed the material down to cover my wrists. I guess my skin hadn't completely healed yet from my last razor session.

Another day of school, yay. Can't wait! I pushed the door open and locked it behind me. My legs moving towards the direction of school, but my head lowered, my hood up, as I tried to avoid eye contact with the house across the street. I was trying my best to forget about the boy that lived there. It was hard enough as it is; looking at his home will just flood my mind with memories of his perfect face. Let alone risking the chance of seeing him again.

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A/N: This one is a bit shorter. I'm thinking about maybe writing shorter ones, but more of them? Would you rather more, shorter ones (so more regular updates) or less, longer ones? Tell me in the comments...I hope you enjoyed it. Vote and comment if you like :)