Smoke

1. Smoke

!Warning! Physical and metal abuse plays part in this story. Sexual abuse is *mostly* hinted at if mentioned, only thing not skipped is unwanted inappropriate touching. Nothing more. Also, this is a BxB story so if you're a homophobe gtfo. Oh, and the picture is of what his tail looks like, his ears will be in the next chapter. And I may accidentally switch Pov (one minute 1st, another 3rd) That'll be all *tips hat and vanishes*

I woke up to a shoe being thrown at me, hitting my head. I opened my mouth in a silent yelp and I heard my mothers cackle "School freak" she growled. Once she slammed the door I was up and in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror hating what I saw. Beside the bruises and scars there was two things that shouldn't be there. A long, fluffy, golden gray fox tail sprouted from the base of my spine, even though I hated it I had to admit it was pretty. Two large ears grew from my head. I frowned as the left twitched. Getting in the shower he washed his hair and body separately from his tail and ears. He had learned that using normal shampoo and conditioner on his fox parts made them itchy as all hell so he was forced to use dog stuff. To be honest having to use dog things didn't bother him. A lot of the time he wished he could just stay a fox...
He got out and dried off being careful not to hurt his extra parts. Getting into his room he got dressed; a Black Veil Brides shirt with black sweatpants and Pierce The Veil hoodie. He shoved his tail into his sweatpants and hid his ears with a beanie. He looked at his phone, an old side sliding Nokia. 7:00. He cursed himself silently. Grabbing his bag he strapped his collar around his neck listening to the tags jingle. Yes, he wore a collar and tags willingly. One was a medical alert tag, stating his allergy to penicillin and his emergency information. The second, his name, address, and number. Stuffing his phone in his giant hoodie pocket he left for school. On his way he took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He knew it was wrong, but it's not like anyone tried to stop him. Who cared if the tiny mute freak for lung cancer and died? Not him. Not his parents. He sighed, blowing the smoke out of his nose. When he got to the school he sat outside for a fee minutes a bit confused. There was only a few kids even though school was supposed to start in five minutes. Taking out his schedule he mentally growled. It didn't start at 7:30. It started at 8:00! Leaning his back against the wall he slid down biting his tongue as he sat on his tail wrong. He took out his phone and played tetris while he finished his cigarette. Once he was done with both he stood up. Now there was more kids and his anxiety was starting to build. His ears pressed closer to his head and he started walking to the building. A group of kids was outside the door, blocking him from getting in. He waved trying to get their attention. When he caught their attention finally the biggest of the group glared down at him "What?" He pointed to the door trying to get his point across. The large boy looked at him growling "What do you not speak?" Carson shook his head slowly cowering under the glares he was getting. They all seemed to soften a little when they realized he actually didn't speak. A small path was made and he nodded thanks entering the building. He didn't exactly need to be in there, he just knew if he stayed out there something would happen and he'd need to get away from people anyways. He went into the bathroom and into a stall. He uncovered his ears and pulled his tail out giving it a shake. He sat on the seat and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his tail tightly around his legs. He sat like that, silent, until the bell went off. Shoving his tail and ears into hiding he unlocked the stall door and quickly walked to his first class.

Please don't fuck up, he begged himself.