Last chapter guys. For warning it may be triggering. Thanks for the support, There won't be a sequel or an epilouge, but perhaps in the future I'll consider doing an alternate ending. Much love & I'll have a new story up soon. xx
*Vics POV*
After my excessively long shower because I had to bandage my cuts, I slowly opened the door. I didn’t bring clothes with me because… Well.. I wasn’t planning on doing this. I creepily made my way down the hall and peeked my head in Kellin and I’s room and there was no sign of him. Phew. I slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind me and began to get dressed in skinny jeans and a sweatshirt of course. I saw no point in going to school when it was already 11:45 so we have practically missed half of the day, but I know if I don’t then I never will. I have to face them sooner or later.
I left the bedroom and found Kellin lying back on the couch with his phone in his hands, already dressed. He looked up to me, “ready to go babe?” I asked. He smiled simply and got up and walked towards the bedroom. My face held a rather confused expression, when he came back into the room he held one of my black beanies. “After you put this on” he smiled cheekily. I honestly forgot about my hair, I really am out of it this morning. I just grabbed it from him and muttered a ‘thanks’.
After about a 10 minute drive we were about to pull into the school parking lot and my anxiety was out of the roof. I was trying to keep calm for Kellin’s sake. We should be in 4th period by now so at least we could go to the same class.
After checking in with the office we made our way down the empty hallway, neither of us speaking a word. We finally reached the door, I inhaled deeply and opened the door.
Everyone's eyes shot to us, some were disgusted and some held no expression at all.
I just quickly walked over to the teacher to give him the pass for Kellin and I. Trying to ignore everyone’s stares I found two empty seats in the back of the classroom. Once seated, I gathered the courage to actually look at Kellin. His face clearly held discomfort, but you could tell he was just trying to ignore everyone else like I was.
The class had about 5 minutes left and I was getting a little antsy because everyone was on their phones and laughing. I had no idea what was going on, but I had to get out of there as fast as possible before I freak out. Finally, the bell rang and I took no time in jumping out of my seat and heading towards the door not even bothering to look to see if Kellin was following or not. Walking down the halls all I received was dirty looks and lots of jocks calling me a ‘faggot’ or a ‘queer’. I just tried my best to keep my eyes on the ground and would occasionally look up to make sure I was going the right way.
Once I reached my locker, I dropped my notebook along with my jaw. All over my locker there were sticky notes everywhere with cruel things written on every single one. One said ‘I always knew you were gay, faggot.’
Another said ‘maybe if you kill yourself you won’t be gay’.
And another ‘go cut yourself you emo faggot’.
I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes, I was frozen in place. Until I felt a firm hand grasp my shoulder. I slowly turned and faced Danny. Oh great.
His face just held such a sinister smirk. “Like your new decorations, faggot?” I don’t understand how he went from being one of my best friends to hating me in a matter of minutes. All because I was gay, all because I was in love.
“Why are you doing this Danny?” my voice betrayed me and shook.
“Why am I doing this Vic? Why? Look at yourself. You’ve become a faggot and look around no one likes you and no one wants you.” Danny seethed.
