I Miss You (kellic)

The Balcony Scene

The art room was nearly empty considering it was only art one, and kids rarely ever showed up. Surprisingly though, Mr. Franks sat in his desk, staring blankly off into space. I slouched down in my seat in the back of the classroom, listening to Emarosa and hoping that no one would come back here to judge my "art."

My eyes become heavy and the object on my paper blurs into a mess of colors. I lay my head down on the desk and close my eyes, blacking out.

"Mr. Fuentes," a deep and exasperated voice said.

I sat up quickly, my eyes met with Mr. Frank's, which were bloodshot. Of coarse.

"Sorry," I mutter pushing past him. Perhaps one of the worst things about going to school was the hallways. Everyone was so loud and obnoxious. The fluorescent lights only exaggerated the painful scene I'd been conveniently placed in the middle of.

I kept my head low, my music almost loud enough to drown out the awful things people were saying behind me. They really were shitty, and I hated all of them, but not as much as I hated myself. I doubt anyone could surpass that limit, and if they could, then I applaud them. There wasn't anything I liked about myself; physically, of coarse. I did, however, like my brain. But only the half that helped me survive. The depressive half of me was horrible.

How did I even find myself in this state of mind? There's not a rational answer to an irrational problem, remember?

I sighed, forcing myself to open the door to English.

"Victor!" Jack yells, throwing his arms in the air.

Yay, my favorite person.

I ignore him, sitting down in the same place I usually do.

"Vic," Matt says tapping me on the shoulder, "What'd you and Kellin do over the weekend, huh?"

I grit my teeth, but keep my eyes forward. Don't let them get to you again. They're just being stupid. You know who the real enemy is here.

He tapped me again, a little harder this time, "I'm speaking to you."

"Fuck off," spat faintly. They're lucky I don't have any self confidence whatsoever or else I'd curse them out in front of everyone.

"Woah, a little hostile Viccy," Jack laughs. The others join in after him.

I roll my eyes and begin the taking notes over the video we were supposed to be watching. Why did life have to kick my ass everyday? Why couldn't I just have one good day were I could just maybe..lay down and sleep. Or..cuddle with Kellin. Shit, I sound like a fucking girl.

Jack rests his head in his hands, staring at me, "Oh, and Vic? I heard that your father beats your mother. How terribly tragic, he comes from a broken home."

"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed at them. Everyone turns around to look at me, the sociopath screaming in the back of the classroom. I sink lower in my seat, my breathing suddenly labored.

Ms. Albagato clears her throat, "Vic, go to the counselor's office please."

I nod slightly and run out the door, my hyperventilating increasing by the seconds. I pull out my phone and try to text Kellin, but my hands are already shaking, so I ended up sending him:

Hey can uio keave uoir xkadd an c ne?

Which was supposed to say:
Hey can you leave your class and see me?

But, life loves finding ways to fuck me over.

Kellin answers shortly after, probably very confused.