Falling Asleep On A Stranger [Kellic]

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

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I made my way towards what I hoped was the music room. I didn't know the 'strict timetable' or where we were meant to be right now but I didn't care. I stood at the doors and pressed the buzzer. A small camera was trained on my face. A green light flashed and the door slid open. My wrists itched and I craved something. What though?! It was all so confusing. I sat down on one of the benches and put my head in my hands, pulling my hair. I groaned in frustration and kicked my foot into the carpet. It didn't hurt as much as I would have liked it to. 

A thought struck me then. What if I was depressed? It would explain the sinking feeling in my stomach and the burning of my wrists. I pushed aside the bracelets I had on since I woke up in the hospital bed. I examined my wrists and saw nothing. Damn. I thought I had it. Not that I wanted to be suicidal, but it would explain a lot. And what's with that burning need? 

I decided that I needed to play one of the many instruments in the room. I stood up and made my way to the piano. I rested my fingers on it and tried to play it. I scrunched my face up when I heard the horrible noise coming from it. I definitely didn't play the piano. I tried the drums. I could keep a steady beat but I didn't feel it. I tried bass next. It felt right in my hands but something was off. The neck was too long and it was too heavy. 

"Try the guitar." A quiet voice said from behind me. 

I spun around and dropped the bass. I winced as it hit the ground. In the doorway stood a small boy in black jeans and some band top. Much like what I was wearing. But I was wearing a black beanie. He was pale and as he edged closer I could see he had vibrant blue eyes and a button nose. Half his face was hidden by long jet black hair. He had soft pink lips. To say he was attractive was an understatement. 

Was I gay? The question bounced around my mind. A little voice in my head whispered 'who cares' and it won. I shrugged the thought off and looked at the boy in puzzlement.

 I grabbed a guitar off the wall and strummed a few notes. My fingers seemed to take a mind of their own as I played something. The instrument in my arms felt perfect. 

I looked back up at the boy who was now sitting on the bench I was on earlier. "Do I play?" I asked him. 

He chuckled and I think it was the cutest thing I've ever heard... In memory. "You tell me."

I weighed the guitar in my hands and played a few chords. "Yeah I play." I said with a smile. 

The boy laughed and got up to go sit on the piano stool. 

"Um..." I started.

"Kellin." He filled. That's an awesome name.

"Kellin." I repeated. "Were we friends before... Um..." I trailed off. 

Kellin looked at me and burst out laughing. But for some reason, I didn't find it offensive because I knew he wasn't laughing at me, but the absurdity of the situation. 

"Well," He started. "You were kind of my follower; you cleaned my room and got my food. You gave me all your stuff and I didn't do anything for you." He finished with a serious face.

I looked at him in horror. 

"I'm joking!" He said.

I gave him a small glare, earning a small laugh. I wasn't that mad though. 

"Um... We weren't exactly friends, but if we were in the same room alone we would talk, get the gist?"

I nodded.

"Can you tell me who I was friends with then?" I asked awkwardly. 

"Yeah sure; well Olli's your roommate and you guys were close but you got into the occasional fight when you..." He trailed off.