Beautiful Mess (Kellin Quinn fanfiction)

Eight

  ~???~
  I wake up to the sounds of chirping, where the hell am I now? Suddenly, a piece of memories comes back to me.
  -Flashback-
I'm a woman with peach colored skin, scars lining up my arms, I could care less if I died another day. A man my age looks at me smiling softly, I think he's the employee who's making my coffee. "Enjoy, angel." He says before giving me the coffee. "Angels like you deserve a treat." He gives me a chocolate chip muffin wrapped in a napkin.
  "Sir, I didn't buy that." I pointed to the muffin.
  "On the house, as long as you let me sit with you." I look down at my hands and sigh. I smile weakly at him.
  "It's not like I'm in a hurry." I say, he sits down across from me. "Why do you call me angel?" He softly grabs my arm, I didn't flinch like I always do around new people. I felt comfort around him.
  "My mom used to tell me that there's fallen angels around the world. God sends them down to check on things or to balance the world out. Sometimes angels become sick of the world or they miss heaven." I nibble on the muffin while listening to him. "So angels meet the demons in their heads, and the demons like to scratch at their arms so they can inject their venomous blood in them." I stare at him, even more interested. "Sometimes angels don't even notice their demons stand right by them every day and night." He touches every scar and fresh cut on my arms. "When demons inject too much venom in the angel's body, the angel collapses and either goes down with them or up in heaven again." He looks at me. "My Mom always told me this. That the ones with battle scars are usually the ones who are tougher in a different way than others." He smiles.
  "And why did you're mom tell you this?" Our hands lock hold together.
  "Because she's one of them." My eyes soften, I could know his mom but I didn't know at all.
  "I'm so sorry sir-"
  "My names Quinn." Quinn lets my hand go. "Come back whenever, I don't care when as long as you do." After that, everything was a haze. I heard screaming and crying, but that's it before things went black.
-Present-
  I can't remember a single thing after that, but I felt as if some force was pulling me somewhere. I sit up and look down at myself, God told me what my task was. He didn't want Rebel to fall in love with Kellin, I don't see the problem with them together.
  God wants them to be separated and Rebel gone...permanently.
  ~Rebel~
  I woke up with two arms wrapped around me, and the sweet smell of honey. I look up and see Kellin snoring lightly with messy and sweaty hair in his face. It smells like the after sex, but somehow Kellin still smells amazing. "Kellin get up." I poke his cheek.
  "Fuck off."
"Well considering the smell of after sex not being cleaned up, you already did fuck me off." Kellin chuckles and puts me on top of him. I could feel his morning wood touching me a little, I tried my best to ignore it.
"Just one more time." He says, I sigh and push him inside my sore snootch. I whimper at how much it hurt, I closed my eyes to let the pain go away.
Kellin soon cums later on, I couldn't. It just hurt too much. I lay down out of breath. "You didn't cum." Kellin frowns.
"I can't, it hurts even more." Tears fall down my cheeks a bit, he wipes them away.
"You need to baby." One of his digits insert inside me, I howl out in pain. I start to cry in pain, he just kissed away my tears and plants hickeys all around my collar bones and neck.
I soon cum while sobbing, I sit up even though it hurt and sob into Kellin's shoulder. "I-it h-hurts..." I stutter.
"Rebel I'm so sorry." He kisses my head and licks my tears. "I never meant to push you that far."
"It's f-fine." I stand up but instantly collapse back on the bed. I push myself even more.
  "Bullshit." Kellin picks me up and places me on the closed toilet seat, he starts the shower to extremely hot. "If I hurt you, I have to fix it." He says.
  "Thank you." I kiss his cheek. He helps me in with him, I groan in satisfaction at the steaming hot water against my skin.
  -Skip-
  Kellin and I had a lazy day and stayed home. I'm currently curled to his side watching American horror story. "Rebel, do you really want to be a tattoo artist? Like have you ever thought about being something else?" Kellin asks, I frown.
"Well, when I was in heaven I wanted to be in a band. It never happened but I still kept the thought up until now."
  "So what now?" I shrug.
  "It wasn't serious to me cause I was only..." I trail off. "About 300 or 500 years old." His eyes widen.
  "How old are you now?"
  "Over 600 that's for sure, but in human form I'm 18."
  "I'm dating a granny." I hear him mutter. I smack the back of his head and growl.
  "I'm no old lady." I turn around and get up storming off while smirking.
  "Rebel come back." He whines. "I'm sorry." I turn around to look at his puppy dog eyes and his adorable frown. I bite my lip to hold back a giggle but I still laughed at him.
  "You're adorable Kells." I kiss his cheeks and pull him up on his feet, he still has the puppy dog eyes. "I forgive you." He smiles and kisses me softly.
  Has anyone had a word vomit? Cause I just did. Three words ruined it all.
  "I love you." I blurted out, Kellin pulled away and looked at me frowning. We stared at each other, but with different expressions. He comes closer to me then whispers.
  "You don't." He says before slamming his bedroom door shut, I stood in the middle of the hallway crying a bit loudly.
  "You fuck up!" I throw a glass vase causing it to break, I grab all the alcohol I had, razors, and sleeping pills. I get into the tub filled with warm and relaxing water, I take a huge swig of whiskey and cry more. I pick up the razor I favored most and drag it across my arm as much as I could. I drink two more bottles of whiskey until I was buzzed. I took the sleeping pills and downed it with the last drop of whiskey before starting to feel woozy. I cut more and more until I hit a vein, blood got all over the floor and the sides of the tub. BLACK started to cover my veins, I rest my head against the end of the tub. My black wings unfurl and create a protective dome around my shriveled up body. I failed my task, but I could care less.