Kellic One-Shots

Moving On

((hey guys, I don't know everyone's triggers and I'm worried there will be something, so this does have a slight trigger warning, as it mentions depressing thoughts and actions. BE SAFE! I love you.))

| Also, you should listen to Friend, Please by twenty one pilots when reading this. Because I kinda listened to it when writing the sad parts. AND IT'S SAD. so enjoy. :-) |

  There were times when I didn't want to live. I'm not going to sugarcoat it or make it sound any easier than it was, because I'm not a fucking liar. It sucked. I had a best friend and a daily date with beatings, and sometimes they didn't balance each other out enough to satisfy me.

You see, I was bullied a lot. Wether it was because of my clothes, my hair, or just myself in a whole. They always found something. They tore at me like hungry animals until I couldn't fight; I was defenseless.

The only thing that made my life somewhat tolerable was my best friend, Kellin. He had been there for me since the first grade, and now, in our junior year of high school, he continued to let me rant, cry when I needed to, and gave some of the best damn advice I had ever heard. I loved him. I was seemingly always sad, but somehow, when I was with Kellin, I would smile and laugh and just... forget. Therefore, I spent almost every day with him. And what made it even better was that he didn't seem to mind.

At the moment, I lay on the hard ground. Scratched. Bruised. Broken. My body ached, but my heart ached more. I felt tears streaming down my black and blue face and I touched it, recoiling from the pain. Yet those small droplets of water were the only things connecting me to reality; the only reason I wasn't zoned out for an extended amount of time.

  So, I shifted uncomfortably on the paved sidewalk that I was curled up on and let the tears fall; to the ground, covering my face, flooding the poor ants that crawled inches from me. I wished I could be drowned and whisked away from where I lay.

  My best friend. He would hate to see me this way, and I never wanted him to. He was so defensive and I loved him for that, but the last thing I wanted to do was be a burden. So, for him, I went home. Another day. I could make it another day.

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Lots of makeup later, my face looked as normal as it would get. I felt stupid wearing it, but... you know, the things I do for Kellin.

It was the weekend, luckily, so I just decided to meet him at The Spot. Such a cliché name for a tree, but hey, we were seven. I plopped down at the base of the old oak tree in-between two large roots and hummed to myself as my eyes followed a small bee that was dodging blades of grass.

I was startled by a sudden "hey!" and looked up, smiling, at my best friend since preschool, Kellin Quinn. He wore his expected lopsided grin but I knew something was up, because just from a glance I could see that his eyes did not contain their usual mischievous sparkle.

"I can tell that something's wrong and I want you to tell me what's wrong or else I can't look at you knowing that something is wrong but you not telling me that something is wrong and if something IS wr-" I began rambling.

"First of all, shut the hell up." He laughed, cutting me off. "Second of all, FINE, you got me." His laugh was pulled away with the wind
and now I watched him frown, showing no evidence of that smile he held seconds ago.

"Kellin, what's going o-"

"I'm moving." He stated, interrupting my inevitable speech.