Bulletproof Love {Kellic} - Haitus

Chapter One - A Day In The Life Of Kellin Quinn

 *Ten Years Later*

 A scream woke me up.

 Just my alarm playing one of my favorite songs, "Black Veil Brides - Perfect Weapon". Andy Biersack was cut off by me silencing the stupid alarm. I quickly got ready for Hell. Sorry - school. No, I mean Hell.

 I didn't eat breakfast. Why would I? I'm already fat as it is. I'm fat. Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat. I chanted that in my head on the walk to school.

 Fat.

 Fat.

 Fat.

 Fat.

 Fat.

 Fa-

 "Hey, fag!"

 My thoughts were interrupted by another one of those morons that make fun of me and beat me up all the time.

 I hit the ground. Hard. Five people looked down at me.

 "Get 'im."

 They began kicking me mercilessly. At least, until the warning bell rang. The leader of the group grabbed the front of my shirt roughly and lifted me up, leaving me to wonder how strong he must be to hold up someone as fat as me. I held his wrists weakly in a feeble attempt to get him to let go of me, but no avail. "Later, bitch." He spat.

 A fist plunged into my stomach with a force that knocked the wind out of me. He slammed me down onto the ground, which impaired me from breathing, yet again. I landed hard and painfully on my back. He ran off, the others in tow, probably to get high or something, like the low lives they are. What ever, I have to get to class in five minutes.

 "Good Morning, Kellin." The teacher smiled at me. " You're just on time; the bell's about to ring."

 I nodded and returned her smile (barely) and retreated to my seat. When I sat down, I felt a sharp pain erupt in my rib cage. I've felt it before. One of those assholes kicked me too hard and broke three ribs, I could see now. I squirmed in my seat, trying to set my broken bones. I finally managed to get it done-when the class was almost over anyway.

 The bell rings.

 Well, fuck.

 "Don't forget to do your homework, class." The teacher called as everyone left. I got up and headed to my favorite class with my favourite teacher.

 "Hi, Kellin!"

 Mrs. Vossen patted my head, which she struggled with a little due to her short stature. "I would hug you here if it wouldn't get me fired." She winked at me and I grinned back. Only Mrs. Vossen could put me in a good mood

 "Listen, Kellin." Her expression turned serious. "I have some bad news. In class, there's going to be a project. A singing project. You can do a solo or ensemble, but you're going to have to talk. Or, at least sing." I immediately tensed up. I took out a paper and wrote:

 Anything else?

 Mrs. Vossen looked down and responded in a meek voice. "This project will be performed in front of the entire school at the Music Show." Fuck my life. I buried my face in my hands. "Kellin, please. Try not to overreact here. I'm sure you have a lovely voice. And if you don't want to sing, you can play a few chords or something on an instrument. I can teach you if you want. Just please, participate and I'll give you a perfect score." she pleaded. I looked at her through my fingers. She appeared to be a puppy begging for food. I can't win against this lady. I nodded.

 "Really? You'll talk? Kellin, that's amazing! So, you can pick your partners and..." She rambled on about the stupid project while I dozed off. I wonder what I'm going to look like when I go to sleep tonight... maybe I won't wake up... that'd be nice...