To stay awake and unseen or sleep in oceans of blue

Chapter 1

A/N: HELLO NEW STORY OH MY GOD IM EXCITED! So, Jorel is my favourite. It's as simple as that. He's touched me the most with his words and attitude and the things he does (ie: his self harm tattoos). I really hope you guys love this idea as much as I do.

Stay Undead. Xo.

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Jorel's POV

"Hey, asshole!" I hear my dad's drunken voice thundering up the stairs after me but I lock my bedroom door, sliding down and pulling my knees to my chest.

He bangs on the door for a few minutes but I guess he gives up and stomps back downstairs.

I put my head in my hands and think about tomorrow, my first day of grade twelve. I've gone to reform school before, but never an actual high school, and as terrified as I am, I'm relived to be able to spend eight hours a day away from this shithole.

I stand and grab my iPhone and earbuds off my bed as I walk to the bathroom. I put the earbuds in and press play on Blow by Atreyu before setting my phone on the counter and bending down. I reach into the bottom right drawer under the sink and pull out my blue lighter.

I pull up the sleeves of my red and black flannel and hold the lighter to my wrist, wincing but not wavering, savouring the pain.

I've always done this, I've always felt like I deserved it. People are always telling me I don't matter, my dad being the worst of all. Every day there's a new name and a new insult and I either come up here by myself and do this or go out to the streets and find a new way to end up in handcuffs.

I make four more harsh burns before I decide to put my lighter back in the drawer and walk back into my room, sliding into sweats and a muscle tee before climbing in bed.

I stare around my room at the things that make me who I am. The dark red walls, the one wall covered entirely in the band art from the albums I buy, the lyrics I've written in sharpie on the back of my door, my speakers to drown out the bullshit of my life, basically everything in here is about music. That is, except for my skateboard that's always waiting for me by the door.

I sigh and take out my earbuds so I can put my phone on my speaker and play my music while my phone charges during the night.

I put on my Misfits playlist and lay on my back, staring at the crimson ceiling.

Tomorrow is going to be hell.I've never had to be around a thousand shitty preppy kids who are without a doubt going to judge the hell out of me for how I look, what I listen to, how I act...

Once I've sufficiently depressed myself, I let my vision fade black while I drift off to sleep.

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I looks at my reflection in the mirror as I brush my teeth. Tunnels, tattoos, LA snapback, and my Misfits tee. I've never seen the kids in a highschool but I feel like I'm going to be the odd one out.

I can't believe it's eight thirty in the morning and I'm expected to already be prepared to start dealing with what I'm assuming will be judgemental assholes.

I grab my bag and skateboard and ignore my dad sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. I slip on my converse and close the door behind me.

I put my skateboard on the ground and hop on, getting to the highschool in about five minutes. There's around 20 minutes until school starts and I can feel my anxiety building as I get off my board and walk up the couple school steps.