Autumn Leaves

Seven

Sorry my updating has been so shit lately. I'll make up for it I promise. Enjoy nonetheless :)
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*Kellin POV*

What if I don't make it?

Stop thinking Kellin.

What if I start up my bad habits again?

Nobody will care if you're gone. Not even Vic. College sucks anyways. They hit you. You sit and take it. You tell Vic it's not a big deal. They call you names and urges taunt your mind. Let them keep doing it and soon enough you're dead.

No. I won't get my thoughts get to me.

Kellin don't you understand? They hate you. You're worthless and can't even put up a fight. You're weak.

Please stop. I'm not weak. I'm strong. They don't hate me. How could they?

I'm KELLIN FUCKING QUINN.

Vic loves me. He proves it every day when he asks if I'm okay. Even when he knows I'm not. He really cares about me. Just last week he smashed someone's head off a trophy case because he heard him call me a "faggot."

"LEAVE." Smash. "KELLIN." Smash. "ALONE." Smash. The kid fell to the floor, passed out.

I hate the fact that he hurt people to protect me, but I loved the thought of being protected. If only it happened with my parents. I mean, not that I want him to bash their heads in or anything. But it would feel good to hear him say to their faces how much they fucking suck as parents. They always favored my sister. She was the angel of the family. My dad and his new girlfriend barely acknowledge me and all they talk about at dinner is Kailiegh. Even when she isn't there they just talk about her. The only time they've talked about me was when I came home from college with a hickey on my neck. Thanks Vic.

I'm sure if I bring him home with me they'll have something to talk about other than my sister. If I do I'm sure he'll never want to come back.

If Vic were to come to my house he'd feel sorry for me. I don't want him to. People feeling sorry for me isn't my favorite thing. It's bad enough I feel sorry for myself.

I'm not saying I have a horrible house. It looks nice on the outside, but on the inside there's lots of broken things. Mostly in the places I was at one point in time. The walls in my room had holes in them. From me and my dad. The carpet had blood stains on it from, again, me and my dad. My personal bathroom has a broken mirror. A lot is broken in my house. If Vic saw it, I don't think he'd want to come back.

I decided I should call him. I needed to talk to him. I grabbed my phone, and called my most recent contact. "Vic <3" He answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" This wasn't Vic. It was Mike.

"Hey, Mike can I talk to Vic?" I was quiet. My parents were here and they could hear me if I was too loud.

"Oh. Yeah of course. One sec." I heard some noises in the background, then a groan. "Vic it's Kellin just take the phone." And then I heard I heard what I wanted to hear.

"Kellin. Hey, I'm so happy you called." He sounded out of breath.

"Vic, what's wrong? You sound like you're out of breath. Are you okay?"

"Kellin I'm fine. Just got done with band practice." Band?

"Band practice?" I questioned.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you with everything going on. My brother and I, we started a band, with two of the people on the soccer team." He paused. "I'm the vocalist. And I can also scream. So I'm out of breath from learning to go from singing, to screaming quickly."

"That's great. But.. can you come over..?" I hesitated this question. I didn't want him to feel bad. "You already know where I live. But you've never really been in my house."

"Right now?" He's still out of breath.
"I'd have to sneak out but I'm sure Mike can cover for me."

"Okay.." I whispered to him, "thank you."

He chuckled, I loved that sound, "Of course. Anything for my favorite person." I could practically hear his grin. I heard a voice shouting in the background, I didn't recognize it though. I'm guessing it's somebody in his band.

"I thought I was your favorite person?" The person shouted.

Vic replied, "You were my favorite. Until I found my new favorite." He laughed, so did I.

"I'm your favorite..?" I asked with blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Hehe yes." He hung up the phone.