I Don't Care if You're Sick

Skipping School

Kellin's POV

Vic took my hand, "I'm so sorry babe, I didn't know." I laughed, "Of course you didn't, I've only ever told a few people." He laughed awkwardly.

"But uh, you said your moms boyfriend found you when you tried to kill yourself..." I nodded, "My dad remarried for a few weeks then divorced her, I see her every other week for two days, the weekends and well, it was Saturday night."

He looked furious, "Why the hell didn't she do something? You've been being abused and fucking raped by your father and she doesn't do shit about it? What the actual fuck!?" He tried to stay quiet but he was bursting with anger.

"I know I guess she really didn't care."

"No shit!"

"Please don't let them take me back to him, he'll beat me to an inch of my life."

He held me close as I started to silently cry into his strong arms "I'll never let himtake the light behind your eyes, I promise."

"Inappropriate touching" A shrill voice proclaimed loudly, "No PDA at all! You should know the rules you two, you've been here more then once!"

I looked up from his shoulder and saw one of the meanest nurses in the building, Bert. He was an ass and acted as though he were one, talking bullshit about every thing and strutting about like he owned the whole goddamn place. No one liked him, even the other nurses. He bullied patients and even some nurses who were scared of him Oli, Ashley, Alan, Austin, were some of the only nurses who didn't have anytime for his shit and completely shut him down when he tried to bully them.

"Shut up Bert, you know those rules are shit, you've even had a cheeky little relationship with a patient." I spat at him as Vic glared at the nurse.

He sputtered, "I did no such thing! What an absolutely horrible proclamation." Vic just rolled his eyes and turned back to me, my eyes were slightly stinging and my nose was clogged from the crying.

Bert sneered at us, "You two are just brats so go to hell."

"Now now, we can't talk like that to patients." Oli walked up, "I'd say that you're the brat. So why don't you run away and find someone else to bother." Bert was about to open his mouth, but he just glared, "Whatever, you're no fun." He slunk away irritably.

"I'm sorry, I know no one likes him, but he's the managers son and he did graduate from nursing school, he's just a bastard." Oli sighed, "Anyhow, we're about to start group so I'd clean up, you look like you've been crying." Oli didn't push and ask why I was crying, I knew he knew.

I sat up and went to the sink, it didn't have a mirror but I didn't need one, I splashed water on my face then dried it off, I blew my nose because I couldn't breathe.

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After group we had school, I rarely ever went to school, I usually sneaked into my room and hide under the desk, then when they closed and locked the door I'd draw or write.

"Vic, follow me." We walked with everyone else until we got to our room, I grabbed Vic's hand and pulled him into our room, "Quick, hide under your desk and pull the chair in as far as you can!"

We hid there until we saw the legs of a nurse check the room, I was guessing it was Bert as he loved to catch a patient alone so he could bully them.

"We're good!" He yelled, I knew it was Bert, I was always right.

I heard him walk back to the door and close it. I waited a few more seconds before pushing the chair and crawling out from under the desk.

"Dude, we're going to get in so much trouble if they find out!" I rolled my eyes, "I've done this a thousand times, you've never seen me in class have you?" He thought for a second, "Uh, I guess not." I smirked, "Only Ashley knows I do this."

"How does no one notice you're not in class? Like the teacher?"
"He's never seen me before, he doesn't need too." He smiled, "So, what do you want to do we have 45 minutes before school is done." He thought for a second, "Well, what do you do during this time?" I shrugged, "Draw, write lyrics, draw on the underneath of the desks."

He looked curiously at the desk, "Is there writing under here?" I laughed, "Its graffiti, drawings, tally marks, names like 'whoever was here', stuff like that." He nodded, "That's cool, have you written on some of them?"
"Yeah, mostly tally marks and a few lyrics but that's about it." "What's the longest you've been here?" I didn't hesitate, "Almost a month, it was the second time when I was in for ed... eating disorder." He rolled his eyes, "I know what ed is."
"Hey, I was just checking!" I raised my hands defensively.

"Anyhow, some of the writings are kinda weird." Vic crawled back under the desk and looked up at it.

"This says, 'Clue one; look behind the bed.'" I scrambled to Vic's bed and looked behind it, it was a sun... drawn in blood.
(Honest to God that was actually on a desk in the hospital I was in and so was the creepy af sun)

"What the fuck?" Vic crawled out and looked at the sun, "This person was fucked up. He must've gotten in so much trouble for self harming."
"Yeah, probably got a one-to-one and slept in obs." Obs was the observation room, it had a camera in it so the patient couldn't do anything like self harm. A one-to -one was when they had their own nurse who followed them around constantly and they couldn't even go to the bathroom in private.

"Do you like Fall Out Boy?"