Introverted Extrovert

Stains and Pains

Authors note
The original title for this chapter was supposed to be lamp. Warning there is a trigger in this chapter near the end I'll mark where it is to make it easier.
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Cody's POV
I was walking towards my literature class and saw Kyle at the door. I started to panic. What if he talks to me. What will I do.

"Hey," he said to me. Oh god why was I here? 

I just stared at him before opening my mouth, but nothing came out.

"I'm Kyle by the way."

"I'm Cody." I mumbled back to him.

"Oh hey." A girl with brown hair said as she came out of nowhere. I was about to say hello when I got hot and wet.

I heard shouting but I couldn't pay attention. My skin felt like I jumped in the sun. My shirt will have brown spots forever. I was in so much pain when someone grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me away to somewhere.

I heard the bathroom door open and heard someone getting paper towels and walking back to me. "Are you okay?" They asked.

"No I'm burnt, stained, and in pain." I replied back to him.

"It's okay, here have some paper towels." They said to me while handing them over.

"Thank you." I told him back sadly while paying my shirt and...um.. crotch are.

"Come on we are going to be late we should go." He said when I had finished with my cleaning.

"Alright let's go." I said as I walked to the door. But when I turned around I looked in the mirror and saw who had helped me. It was Kyle.

Time skip(cuz I'm lazy)

The day had gone by fast, at least after meeting Kyle again. I have to say, it was a pretty intense experience.

Kyle.

I couldn't stop thinking about him, he invaded my thoughts every second of the day. Why was he there? My mind, and my thoughts . I think I'm-

"Hey."

It was the brunette bitch from earlier, the one who 'poured' her hot ass coffee all over me.

I decided to not think about the past events, I still had the my future events to pass through.

My feet continued to move me forward, towards the place known as my home.

Without my mother home, my dad had tried his hardest to help myself and my brother. He loves me, I know that. He tries so hard...

My older brother, he's a different story; after her passing away, he became abusive. He treated me horribly, of course my father didn't know.

I try not to think about it.

My older sister, she had the typical reaction towards the events. She was extremely sad, horrified even.

I kept trudging forward, going to the place I wish I could describe as home.

Oh Kyle, he was so caring. What if he knew about my secrets? Would he still care? Or would he be too over whelmed?

Finally I opened my door to meet the face of my older brother.  

Trigger

"Hello faggot," He said to me as cruel as ever "how was school?" He asked clearly uninterested.

"It was good. Someone poured her hot coffee on me." I said.

"Did it burn your skin?" He asked with a devilish smirk on his face.

"Yes I think I got blisters." I told him and he laughed his ass off.

"I wish I could've done that. Oh well I'll think of something else faggot." And with that he walked away up the stairs to his room.

I sat on the couch to rest and to be happy he didn't hit me. I was going to turn on the TV but right as I got the remote Tyler my brother was in my face.

"Did you think that you'd get away that easily?" And punched me right in the jaw making me fall to the ground. He started kicking me yelling at me. Saying I'm worthless and a faggot that no one will ever love.

Then everything went black as I passed out and the kicking stopped and he left to his room. I felt broken and horrible. Maybe he was right. I doubt Kyle will love me. I doubt anyone would. Who would anyway. I'm a freak an abomination, worthless.

I woke up a couple hours later with a headache and a pain in my abdomen. Oh no! Did he break a rib or am i bruised. Let's hope it's the latter.

I sat up and went to my room. I removed my shirt and began to change. I looked at my wrists and sighed. On my wrists were words I cut into me like worthless, faggot, and abomination.

I open my sock drawer and shuffled through it looking for the razor. When I finally found it I just stared at it. Why would I do this again. It's not worth being seen either and it's risky. I put the razor away and put my shirt as my dad came home.

END OF TRIGGER

I heard a knock at the door "come in." I said as the door opened to reveal my dad.

"I brought dinner. Are you hungry? He asked me.

"Yes I am." I told him as I went downstairs to eat my food and go back upstairs to go to bed.

The night was long and sleepless. I tossed and turned. All I could think of was Kyle. He had invaded my life forever. I think I love him. But he'll never love me. Who would want to.

I finally was able to get comfortable and slowly fell asleep. In my dreams I was with Kyle and he loved me. I was happy and he was too. But then my brother came and everything had changed fast.

I shot out of bed at the sound of my alarm and got up to get ready for school.
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Authors note
Ok so once again ColbyTheFabulousDog had helped me on this chapter and yea it was pretty lit. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bye!