Beautiful Scars on Critical Veins (kellic)

Chapter Fourteen

*flashback to a few weeks before Kellin was taken to the hospital*

I actually thought today was going okay. Sure, I still wasn't speaking unless need be but that was fine. I stared down at the plate of food my mother had prepared for me, she was out now. I sighed and stood up, walking towards the kitchen and bringing the plate with me. I scraped the contents of it into the trash and covered it up with a paper towel so she wouldn't know I still hadn't eaten.

It's been a few days since food had passed through my chapped lips. In fact, the only things that had passed through my lips in the past few days had been water, black coffee, and one or two diet drinks.

I looked out the window, the heavy pounding of the rain caused me to feel relaxed. Rain was my absolute favorite weather. I moved towards the window seat and seated myself on it. Even though today was going really well, I had an uneasy feeling that something bad was going to happen. Good days never lasted long for me.

"Kellin!" A sharp voice came from the kitchen. My mother rarely used that tone so I must've done something really bad. I sighed, see? A good day for Kellin Quinn never lasts long.

I shifted so one of my knees was pulled up towards me while the other dangled off the edge of the seat. "Kellin Quinn! Young man, you've got some sort of shit to explain to me!" I sighed again looked up at my mother, tall and slender with long, black hair that matched my own, though mine was shorter. She looked livid to say the least.

"When was the last time you ate?" She demanded, I rolled my eyes, 'Just a few minutes ago mother' I signed. She laughed, oh shit. "Are you calling me a liar?" I challenged. "Oh, talking now? Well if you call eating throwing your food away and putting a paper towel over it so you can hide it, then no; you're telling the truth." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wooden frame of the window.

"Care to explain?" She practically hissed.
I shook my head. She glared at me, "You need to eat something now." I locked eyes with her, "No, I don't want to." I said swiftly.
"I don't give a rats ass if you don't want to!" She snarled, advancing towards me.

Normally, I wouldn't be scared cause I knew she would never hurt me, but this time, she had a crazy look in her eyes. I searched her eyes and saw no mercy. I put my hands up in defense. My voice shook slightly as I said "Fine, I'll explain." casually though I was terrified.

The look in her eyes faded and she nodded, sitting down on a chair. I took a deep breath so my voice wouldn't be super shaky as I gave her an excuse for why I wasn't eating.

"Look, my eating disorder is just not being cooperative so I'll eat tomorrow, okay? It's no big deal. Can I go now?" She blinked then promptly exploded. No, she didn't actually combust and splatter me in bits of her, she just metaphorically exploded; meaning she started yelling.

"I won't take any bullshit from you anymore! You've been acting so stupid and terrible these past few days, not going to school or work and such and I'm starting think that you are a bloody psychopath!"

Those words were like knives, cutting deep into my skin much like the razors I used. I looked down not in shame, but so my hair would hide the fact that my eyes were watering rapidly. I took some deep breaths and tried to keep it steady so she didn't know I was about to cry.

"You can't even defend yourself because you won't barely fucking speak! What are you gonna do about it? What are you going to do?" The tears of fear turned into tears of anger and suddenly they were gone and something replaced the feeling of fear and sadness, rage.

The monster inside me, the one I kept hidden from everyone, even myself, started to awaken. I gripped the soft material beneath me, my breath was no longer shaky, it was crisp and clear.