The Bazaar Of H.A.S (Koli)

Chapter 29

Half an hour later Kellin's cry dies down. The boy stays on the floor breathing erratically and letting out little subs. He sniffs his nose and blinks his eyes stopping the last couple of tears. He uses his arms to move himself up. He moves his head around taking another look at his surroundings.

That awful place. How many people, innocent people, Oli slaughtered in here? How many lives lost for nothing but rage and what? Revenge? There is blood stained all over the wall for crying out loud! Kellin feels disgusted, his bones ache like they want to push themselves out of his skin. His stomach is a mess. It's a miracle he hasn't throw up yet. He won't do so. He won't allow himself to add even more mess into this miserable prison of souls.

Kellin looks around again realising that he has stand up. He didn't even realise when that happened. His bones still ache. This weird feeling of want for disappearance. The boy shakes his hands and head. He looks around. He knows now. Run away is all he wants to do. The misery is drowning him and he can't stand it a minute more.

Oli doesn't want him here.

The thought brings a wave of pain to his heart. The damn thing is already broken and it keeps breaking into smaller pieces every time the man runs over Kellin's thoughts. And that happens all the time.

The human focuses his gaze on the stairs and the door. His body almost moving himself without his consent. He walks up the stairs and grabs the hundle pulling it. The door opens and relief fills him. It's not locked. Kellin walks out of the basement. His head turns to the green door's direction. He turns away immidiately.

"I ruined everything." He whispers.

Kellin would have cry if he had left any tears.

He looks down on himself and starts walking upstairs, heading to his room. His eyes are fixed on his feet covered by dark blue socks. Where had he left his shoes? Almost like a ghost, he moves around his room. Once he finds his shoes he sits down on the bed putting on his black converse.

Kellin reaches up and wraps his fingers around his neck. Of cource he isn't wearing his collar. It is still on Oli's room, thrown somewhere. He sighs thinking how he is never going to wear it to go out with Oli again.

Kellin leaves the room and walks down the stairs feeling like dead. He doesn't know what to do or think. His parents, he thinks. Yeah, Oli told him to go to his parents. He can do that. Oli told him to go to hell too. Maybe that's a better choice.

Kellin walks into the kitchen and opens a drawer. He ignores the not so interesting spoons and picks up a knife. He moves it around his hand looking at it. He bets Oli had killed many people with stuff like that. He brings the knife to his neck touching the cold metal onto his pale skin.

Kellin breaths deeply and lowers the knife. He is afraid to die, way too much. He wished for his death so many time in the past but he knew that he could never end it himself. Today is no difference.

He throws the knife into the drawer again and slams it shut.

His parents live in the next city. Thankfully it was close to this little town. Not too close but he could always take the bus. He opens a cupboard and looks around for a metal box. Oli had left money for him in there. He had told Kellin that if he ever needed something and he wasn't there he could use them for it.

Kellin doesn't want to take them but he has no choice. He takes just enough for the bus. Nothing else. The human leaves the kitchen looking at his surroundings one last time. He stops infront of the door and breath before his pale hand reaches for the handle. Kellin pulls the door open and takes a step out.