Chapter 1

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, so this is my first fan fiction so I'm sorry if its not very good or if some chapters are longer or shorter than others. But, if you do like it, make sure to vote and comment :D

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Kellin's POV

I walked down the path between the huge dorm buildings pulling a big box filled with all of my belongings. Today was the first day of my freshman year of college at the University of San Diego. I was trying to find my dorm but I had no idea where I was going. All of these huge buildings looked exactly the same. They all looked like they had about three floors and they were pretty long.

I didn't even want to go to this school. The only reason that I am going here is because it was one of the only schools that my grandparents could actually afford. I lived with my grandparents in Michigan because my parents died a few years ago when I was 15, in a car accident. My grandpa has alzheimer's disease so my grandma devoted all of her time to caring for him so we barely ever talked. When I wasn't in school, I would just sit in my room and either listen to, or write music all day. My life pretty much revolved around music because it was the only thing that really interested me. I don't play any instuments, but I do have a pretty good voice. At least, I think I do.

I didn't really have any friends in high school so I was pretty much always at home. In school, I was bullied. When I was 15 and moved to this school, I had an amazing boyfriend. His name was Justin and he was my only friend, but a year after we started dating, he had to move to New York and I haven't spoken to him since. After he left, I got constant abuse from the kids at my school for being gay. I still got made fun of when Justin was around but at least it was bearable because he was always there to stick up for me. When he left, it got so much worse. They always would call me things like "faggot" and "queer." Sometimes they would shove me into lockers which I could only fit into because I was so small. My grandma didn't care enough to help me and I had nobody else to help me though this so I turned to cutting and the last two years of high school were pure torture. I almost killed myself three times but each time I convinced myself not to and I kept telling myself that things would get better. As every day passes, I wonder if I should have just let myself do it because life still seems to be pretty shitty.

I really hope that the people in college aren't as bad as the people in high school because if they are, I won't live to see 20. I'm trying to take this as an opportunity to completely start my life over. I've talked to my new roommate over facebook once and may or may not have stalked his profile. He seemed nice enough. His name is Vic, he has brown, curly, shoulder length hair, and he was some sort of hispanic race. Probably mexican. He was actually pretty attractive looking which was a shame because he looked as straight as can be.

It took a lot of thinking, but I decided not to tell anybody here that I was gay because I am not willing to risk my life taking another turn for the worst. I also decided not to tell anyone about how I was treated in high school because even if I want people to be nice to me, I don't want it to be out of pity.

As I continued walking through the rows of buildings, I finally decided to ask someone for help with finding my building. I walked over to two guys who looked like they were definitely a few years older then me and were standing in the grass next to one of the buidings.

"Hey, do you guys know where building 11 is?" I asked.

One of them had shaggy brown hair and the other had black hair with a... splash I guess... of blonde. The one with brown hair was the first to speak. "Yeah, if you go though this path and take a left, it should be the first building that you see." he said in a friendy tone and pointed me towards a path. I quickly nodded and started to walk away before the other one called after me.

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