Give Me Your Heart And Your Hand(Kellic)

Chapter 5

A/n sorry it's been a while. I've been reading a lot haha.

As of June 26 I've edited everything before this and changed a few details but nothing major.

So I was confused. His name is spelle Jaime not Jamie. Idk where I got Jamie but thank you to the person who told me.

To everyone who commented that I haven't replied to!! I'm soo sorry!! I love all my comments and I'm sorry I took so long to update D:

Chap about Kellin

Sorry it's a little short but I wanted to get this out before I went on vacation

Warning: May be triggering

~This World is About To Change

Kellin's P. O. V.

I walked, well more limped, into the house after school. My step-dad was sitting on the couch when I entered. I tried to make my limp invisible.

"Bostwick!" He snapped. "What's wrong with you?"

"I, uh, tripped today. Getting out of my desk, I hit my ankle."

He got up and walked toward me. "You lying to me, boy?" He growled.

"N-no, Sir," I stuttered, "I-I would never."

"You sure?"

"Y-yes. I'm sure."

He glared at me for a moment before shoving me over. I hit the corner of the side table, ripping my jeans before falling to the ground. A few old cuts opened up and started bleeding. I hissed in pain.

"What the f*ck is this?" He growled, looking at the whole in my pants. "Cuts?" He looked to my face, but I stared at the ground. "You cut yourself?"

I didn't answer but that was enough to tell him. "You're worthless. Go to your room, piece if crap," he snarled and pushed me toward the stairs.

I ran up to my room and sat on my bed, sobbing. Why? Why does he have to treat me like this? What have I ever done?

I looked to the hole in my pants and started picking at the old cuts.

If anyone knew I was abused and cut myself they would say I was crazy and stupid but people don't understand.

Everyone has a different reason for self harm. They all feel a different way.

I do it because with every cut I make, it feels like all the pain and the stress and the worry just flow out along with the blood. Like I've opened a door straight to all the unhappy feelings and am letting them out.

I know it's bad and I shouldn't do it but I don't want to stop. People say its hard but I know I could stop, I just don't want to. I've stopped before and it was easy but I was alway unhappy.

I sat in my room for a few hours and eventually my tears dried up. A few minutes after I fell asleep, my mom slammed open the door looking like she'd been crying.

"What's wrong, mom?" I asked.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!my husband tells me our sons been cutting himself and you ask what's wrong?"

I was at a loss for words.

"Why, Kellin?"

"I was in a weak point. My friend almost killed himself after his brother did. I stopped, ma," I lied. She mumbled something I had to ask her to repeat.

"How long!" She snapped.

"I only did it once," I lied again. "It was something I regret and will never do again."

She stared at me for a long time before sighing. "You promise?"

I nodded and mumble a "yes". She came over and gave me a hug goodnight before leaving my room.

The next morning I asked Vic to meet me outside early.

"What's up, Kells?" He asked a he approached. I couldn't hold it and once again, started crying. "Woah, Kellin. Kellin, what's wrong?"

I debated for a minute before deciding to tell him. He'd told me so much and trusted me already so I trust him. "Muh-my step-dad f-found out that I cu-cut myself. He ca-called me wo-worthless then t-told my m-mom."

"I'm sorry, Kellin," he said, pulling me into a hug. "You. You cut yourself?" He asked after a minute. I nodded solemnly and stared at the ground. "Why?"

I chuckled humorlessly. "Why does anyone do it? It makes me feel better.'

"How?"

"I. I don't really know. I-it just does."

"Where do you do it? I mean there's nothing on your wrists," he asked.

"My thighs."

Vic gave me a curious look. "Then how did he find out?"

"I... Uh... Tripped and caught my pants in the side table. They ripped and opened some of the cuts."

"No one ever said anything in P.E.?"

"No. No one really cares about me. You, Tony and Jaime are my only friends. People don't pay attention to what I do."

"I'm sorry, Kellin. Lets get to school."