Better Off Dead (boyxboy) (Kellic)

Kick Me

"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!! I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR UGLY ASS FACE!!!" This was normal in my house at this time. I ask my mom for some fucking money for food and she becomes a little bitch. Wait, what am I saying? She's always a bitch.

I'm actually hungry for once and she won't even be a fucking mom. Shes a pathetic excuse of a whore. I really wish she'd fucking OD already.

Of all the sinners, you're first in line

So go to hell and tell the devil
"I'm not that far behind"

Fuck you and your desicion cause it's not mine

What goes around comes back around in time

This is what i decided to write tonight. Tonight's situation wasn't enough to cut, be enough to write.

I grab my hoodie and head out the front door. The sidewalk is dark with a few street lamps every couple hundred feet.

Out of pure luck, i find a $5 bill on the ground. That'll never happen to my pathetic ass again. I go to the nearest gas station. It's run by the Fuentes family.

Their son Vic is the hottest, most perfect thing God could've ever created. His arms are like an actual gift. If only he knew I existed. Fuck, no one knows I exist.

I walk in and grab a bag of Doritos, a pack of gum and a Mountain Dew. I go up to the counter and Vic is there. Fuck.

I put the things on the counter and stare at my feet. I lay the 5 down and wait as I hear the beeps of each item.

"That'll be $5.38" he says. "Fuck, um I only have the 5 so, take the gum off." I said extremely embarrassed. "No, it's ok. I got the $.38 darling." He winked and put my things in a bag. Was he flirting? With me???

I grabbed the bag, blushing furiously muttering a quick 'thank you' before hurrying out of the door.

Why did he do that for me? He doesn't know me. I'm a suicidal fuck up. I don't exist. I'm a waste of time and nobody should have to put up with me.

I walk back, his words still replaying through my head like a broken record. He called me darling. Was that special or was he just being polite?

I walk in and my mom is sitting on the couch. She's got a ciggarette in her mouth and a bottle of liquor in her hand.

"Where the fuck did you get the money for that shit in your hand? ARE YOU FUCKING STEALING FROM ME? ARE YOU SELLING YOUR ASS ON THE STREET FOR A COUPLE BUCKS? YOUR FACE IS FUCKING RED. I BET YOU AND SOME OTHER FAG WERE FUCKING FOR MONEY RIGHT? YOU SICK DISGUSTING FUCK! I DIDN'T RAISE MY CHILD TO BE A GAY FAGGOT WHO SELLS HIS ASS FOR MONEY!"

"YOU WANNA FUCKING TRY AND TALK ABOUT RAISING ME!?!?! YOU'RE A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A HUMAN, MUCH LESS A MOTHER! YOU ARE SHIT TO ME! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND DON'T FUCKING CALL ME A FAG!" I screamed tears in my eyes.

She sat up and started at me. "I KNOW YOU DIDN'T FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME! I'LL TALK TO YOU HOWEVER THE FUCK I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!!!" That's when she hit me. She knocked me down and burned me with her ciggarette. She kicked me then walked away. "Pick yourself up you pathetic shit."

I lie on the floor crying and wondering why I was hated. That's another thing I can add to my to-do list. Get fucked up by the person who's supposed to love you, the person who's supposed to be there for you.

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