Alone

~Chapter 1~

HEY GUYS! SO ONCE AGAIN THIS IS A STORY FROM MY QUOTEV, IT'S A KELLIC YAY! MY FAVOURITE. ALSO THE "BAD" WORDS WILL HAVE DOTS IN THE MIDDLE TO STOP THE RATING GOING UP, AND I WILL WARN YOU IF CERTAIN CHAPTERS ARE TRIGGERING AT ALL.

"Boarding school?" I whimpered in shock. "Yes Kellin," my mother told me," You have to concentrate on getting an education and that's not happening here." "How would you know?" I asked quietly. "Your grades are low, we expect more from you," she folded her arms," You're not in a good place here." "Mom I can't leave," I murmured, my chest constricting," You can't just send me away." "It's a lovely place, all boys, you have a dorm room with a roommate, and we have organised a lovely apartment very near in case you need your own space, and it's only two hours away," she informed me. "Two hours?!" I gasped," You can't just throw me away!" "Kellin listen to your mother!" my father exclaimed and I flinched from instinct," You will go upstairs, pack your things, and we are leaving." I nodded, my eyes watering. My father and I had a............ terrible relationship. He argued with me, hit me, beat me until I couldn't breathe and my mother couldn't care less. I turned and ran up the stairs, letting the tears fall as I shoved random things into a case and large duffel bag. Probably the only good thing about this would be leaving my father. Soon the bruises would fade and I could try and forget. But I know deep down I never could. Oh, and that it's all boys. I'm gay you see. My parents don't know, but the school I was at up until now bullied me for thinking I was gay. How they would hate me if I told them I was. I just have to deal with it.

My mom pulled up outside the boarding school and I looked around. This place was huge! "Kellin, I want you to concentrate, have fun as well," she leant over to kiss me, but I turned my head, opening the car door. "Kellin," I heard her sigh as I opened the trunk to grab my bags. I had my apartment keys, I knew where it was and I just wanted to go. I didn't want anything to do with her. She's making me start all over again in a new place. "Please sweetheart," she pleaded, but I slammed the trunk and walked into the main building. I didn't expect her to come after me, she didn't actually care even though she pretended to. The school looked great, really huge with quite a nice atmosphere. But I felt strange. Nervous and I definitely didn't want to be here. I saw a woman behind a desk with glasses low on her nose and blonde hair that hung to her shoulders. "Hello dear," she greeted with a welcoming smile," How can I help?" "Um," I stammered," I'm new, I just got transferred, I'm Kellin Quinn." She tapped away on her computer before nodding," Yes, Kellin, right here, you're lucky it's a new term so you won't be caught up too much, I have you in room 233 in the C building," she put a map in front of me and circled my room and the building with a red pen," All buildings are connected, but are slightly separate, you are on the second floor." She handed me a key along with my time-table for the year. I made my way across the court-yards with my bags, seeing other boys saying bye to parents and family members. / I looked away before climbing stairs to the second floor. 229. 231. 233. That's mine. I took a deep breath and looked down at myself. I had on black skinny jeans and dark grey toms, with an anthem shirt and my hoodie with bracelets covering my arms. My raven hair was straightened and looked okay. The rest of me though............. Ugly. Fat. Disgusting. That's what depression does to you. It makes you see the real you................ I un-locked the door and the room was quite large. One half was bare, with black sheets on the bed and shelves with cupboards. The other was littered with band posters, books, a television, cd's, dvd's and the whole lot. I saw a boy probably my age laying on the bed, listening to music. He sat up and pulled the ear-phones out, smiling gently at me. "Hey," he greeted, his voice thick with a British accent, " You must be my room mate." "Um," I played with my hair nervously as I shut the door," I'm Kellin, Kellin Quinn." "Oh, nice, I'm Oliver Sykes, but you can call me Oli." "Okay," I murmured, avoiding his gaze. He was cute, with long brown hair and a nice face. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded quickly. "Well, do what the hell you want with your side," he chuckled," As you can see I love bands." "Me too," I said quietly. "Kellin, are you sure you're okay?" he asked worriedly, standing up. "Um," I swallowed hard," I don't know." He smiled gently, and walked over to me, rubbing my arms. I froze up. I don't like being touched. "It's okay," he assured me," It's okay, just relax, we're gonna be stuck with each other for a while and I want to get on, you seem really shy but, that's okay you know." During his little speech, I felt myself relax. It was a weird feeling that I've never really felt in my time at home. I nodded slowly. My wrists were itching. My brain told me now it had been too long and I had to hurt myself again. I wanted it to go away. I wanted to beg to plead, but.................. I knew better. I shrugged out of his grasp and went to sit on the corner of my bed. "Oh, you have cute eyes by the way," he whispered, smiling, before going into the bathroom.