Can You Fix The Broken (Kellic)

Chapter 1

Kellin's POV

"KELLIN GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED," I hear my father's voice scream at me. Oh joy, the first day of school. I get out of bed and immediately feel pain in my back from yesterday. My dad enjoys inflicting pain on me. He started beating me when I came out as gay about 2 years ago. That's how long I've been dealing with it. I'm always too scared to fight back.

I go to the closet and pick out black skinny jeans and a black hoodie. I put a pair of vans on and head to the bathroom. After I get ready I start walking downstairs to see my dad in the kitchen tapping his foot impatiently .

"What the hell took you so long?!"

I shrug and grab an apple. I grab my car keys and walk out the door without saying bye. First day of senior year, here I come.

When I finally arrive at school I head straight to the front office to get my schedule.

"Hey Kellin, back again?" the secretary asks me. I shrug and nod. She smiles at me and I try to smile back. Didn't work.

I'm pretty well known in the school, but it's not exactly a good thing. The teachers see me as the quiet, smart kid. Everyone else sees me as, and I quote, "The quiet fag."

I look down at my schedule and examine it. First I have Math. What a great way to start off the day. The bell rings and I'm off to my first class. As I'm walking to my class I get shoved into the wall.

"Fag," I hear the guy say. I get up and shove him back. I recognize him as Ronnie. He's that dick that no one wants to mess with. What the hell did I just get myself into? Too late now.

I'm about to say something to him, but a teacher gets in the way.

"Ronnie, com with me. Kellin, stay out of trouble," she says angrily. I nod, slightly scared for my life. It's now when I realize a bunch of kids were crowded around us. I roll my eyes and shove through them. When I get to my class my teacher looks pissed.

"The only reason I'm letting you be late is because it's the first day of school. Take a seat next to Vic" she says while pointing to a seat next to a Mexican guy with shoulder length brown hair and a nose ring. He's incredibly attractive.

I start walking to the seat she was still pointing at. As I'm walking to the seat, one of the guys in the second row tripped me. I, luckily, regained balance before I face-planted. He started laughing with his friend.

"Harry that's enough," the teacher says, obviously not really caring. I sit down and see the teacher smiling at me. I can tell it's fake though. I've faked plenty of smiles to know which are genuine and which aren't.

"Ok class, welcome to math. My name is Mrs. Reverez. I know we have a few students that are new to this school, would you like to introduce yourself?" she says, specifically eyeing the guy next to me. Vic, I think is what she said.

He shrugged and stood up. "My name is Vic and I like to play guitar," he says quickly before sitting back down. I don't pay attention to the other two kids who introduced themselves. I'm too busy looking at Vic.

He sees me staring at him and I immediately look away and blush. Damn you gayness. After a long, boring class, the bell rings and I head off to Language arts.

Time skip to lunch

I have nowhere to sit, but I'm used to it. I usually just stand while listening to music. I don't eat lunch, mainly because the food they give us is crap.

I feel someone tap my shoulder and I turn around to see Vic. He smiles, but it's fake. For some reason I'm eager to turn it into a real smile. I want to get to know him.

"Oh hey, Vic right?" I ask. That was about as smooth as crunchy peanut butter.

"Yeah," he replies. I put out my hand for him to shake.

"I'm Kellin," I say. That's when Ronnie walks over to us. Shit. I bet he still wants revenge from earlier.

"Awwww, everyone look, the two fags are talking to each other! How adorable!"

"Ronnie, how do I say this as kindly as possible: Fuck off," I say, not knowing where the sudden spark of confidence came from. He has a look of mock hurt on his face. He places his hand were his heart is.

"Ouch. Hey guys, why don't you show these two some manners?" My eyes widen. I feel guilty for bringing Vic into this.

"If your going to beat anyone up, let it be me! Vic didn't do anything!" I yelled. Somehow the teachers are deaf and can't hear what's going on.

"But he did do something: he talked to you, which automatically makes him a target too." I start backing up next to Vic. I feel really bad, Vic looks scared shitless right now and it's my fault. This is why I can't talk to people. This is why I can't have any friends.

"Causing trouble yet again, Ronnie?" the same teacher from earlier asked. He quickly shook his head. I will never understand why he's so afraid of her."Good, now scram," she says, walking away without saying a word to either of us.

After the crowd went away I turned back to Vic.

"I'm so sorry," I say and walk away, not wanting to cause anymore problems than I already have. I hear him calling after me, and as badly as I want to turn around and talk to him, I don't. I've fucked things up enough.

Have you ever felt so worthless, so broken, that you just want to die? That's exactly how I feel right now. I've gone without cutting for a week, but that might change. Everyone I've ever cared about has left me. It doesn't help that my dad abuses me. He's an alcoholic who convinced his own son that he's just a useless waste of space. My mom committed suicide when I was 8. I suddenly can't wait to get home.

I pull down my sleeves a little. As I continue to walk away I feel a hand grasp around my wrist. I flinch because the cuts haven't fully healed. I see Vic looking at me, giving me a small smile. I'm glad he didn't realize I flinched.

"It's not your fault that he's an asshole."

"I know, but it's my fault that he came after me. This morning he shoved me in the halls and I was tired of his bullshit so I shoved him back. Not my smartest move." Vic chuckles and I swear it's the most adorable thing ever. He probably isn't even gay, Kellin. Stop thinking that.

The bell rings and I look at my schedule. Art. Don't get me wrong, I love drawing, but the art teacher is a dick.

"I'll see you later Kellin," Vic says.

"See you later," I said smiling to myself. Once I realize I'm smiling I immediately stop. Off to art.

After school ends I go home. I go to my room and lock the door. Luckily my dad isn't home. I open the drawer to see it. The razor.

I think about Vic. If he ever found out about this he'd probably think I'm some kind of freak. I really don't want that, but I can't help but feel worthless. I take a deep breath and hesitantly put it back in the drawer. No. Not today.

A/N Sorry about the short chapter, it's just the prologue. Please comment and vote, it would really mean a lot to me!