Lips I'd Like To Kiss (Kellic AU)

-Chapter 4-

Oh fuck.

Vic was my partner.

I nervously glanced to my left where Vic was sitting, looking bored.

He got up out of his seat and walked over to where I was sitting.

"We meet again." He says with an amused smirk on his perfect lips. A blush coats my cheek at the thoughts coming out of my lovesick brain.

Wait. Lovesick?

I don't love Vic, well not yet at least. I have only known him for a couple of days, but he was perfect in my eyes. Well, besides his shitty attitude.

Vic waved his hand in front of my face.

"Hello? Earth to dumbass." He said, annoyed.

I snapped out of it and looked up at him.

"W-what?"

"We're partners for this project. What instrument do you play?"

I blushed a bit more. Damn it face, stop it.

"Um.. I sing." I said quietly.

Vic nodded in approval.

"I can sing, scream, play guitar, and I can do a bit on the keyboard. This will work out well. What song do you want to do?" Vic asked.

Wow. He's really talented. And here I am with my shitty singing voice and my ugly face.

"D-do we have to do an original s-song or a cover?" I asked.

"An original song." He replied.

Okay. Well then.

"I have some lyrics, b-but they're not that good so..." I said quietly.

It was true. My lyrics sucked, but I wrote them anyways. Just helped me feel better when I'm not bringing a blade to my wrist or throwing up my latest meal.

"Well let me see them, and ill be the judge of that." Vic said with a small smile.

Why was he being so nice to me? I reached underneath my desk and got my notebook. I handed it to Vic just as the bell rang. I went to grab it back when Vic pulled it to his chest.

"Don't worry, ill give you your book back in class tomorrow." He said.

Before I could protest, he dashed out of the classroom, with my most personal belonging. Inside that book were not only my lyrics, but also drawings and some journal entries that I wrote when my parents first died. Hes going to see all of that and know all my secrets.

Goddamnit.

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My walk home was less than pleasant, seeing as im freaking out so bad its not even funny. HE HAS MY PERSONAL BOOK. PERSONAL (A/N Anyone else read that in Dan's voice?)

My worrying came to an all time high when I walked up to the driveway and saw my uncle's car sitting there. Fuck.

I am not mentally prepared for a beating right now. But, then again, who is?

I try to quietly open the door, of course failing when the door creaks.

"Kellin is that you?!" I hear the voice of my uncle shouting from his bedroom.

"Yes!" I yell.

I hear him stomp into the living room, where I am currently standing.

"Did I say you could fucking yell in my goddamn house you piece of shit?" He says lowly, walking a step closer to me with every word.

I shrink back

"N-no sir." I say quietly. No use in arguing.

"Pathetic piece of shit!" He yelled, grabbing my shoulders and throwing me to the ground. I whimper in fear. Hopefully this doesn't get too bad.

"It should'ove been you and not your mother. She was so much fucking better than you, you worthless faggot."

He kicks me hard in the ribs and continues to speak as he kicks me.

"Fucking fatass. I don't even know why you're crying, you know this is what you deserve."

He kicks me for what feels like an eternity before he finally spits on me and walks away, probably going to get more to drink.

I slowly pull myself up off the ground, trying not to whimper, and limp up to my room. I go straight into my conjoined bathroom and look in the mirror. The sad thing is that he's right. Im a pathetic, fat, worthless faggot. And I deserve everything that I get.

I open up the drawer underneath the cabinet and grab out my other blade. This one is another one from my uncle's boxcutter. I press the tip on my left arm, and just lose myself. I cut over and over again, not even caring if I cut the same place twice. I cut and cut until I feel the pain that I deserve. I feel like my left arm has had enough, so I migrate the blade to my right arm, where I do the same thing. Im absolutely lost in the euphoric feeling of my skin splitting in two. It's in this moment that I know, for as long as I live, I will never stop cutting. The feeling is more addictive than a drug, and let me tell you. Im addicted.

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Until next time,

Love feet,

Don't cheat,

Drink grass,

Eat ass♡

~Kellinstoes