Drown Me In The Flames (Kellic)

Pump Mud Through My Veins

(A/N: sorry in advance for any grammatical errors.)

I can't seem to take my eyes off of the eye candy next to me, that goes by the name 'Vic'. God I'm so gay..

Everyday in English he just pulls out that same book, and gets absorbed in the literature. It's amazing, how he can shut everything out like that. For me, my brain works 90 to nothing, leaving me to overthink everything. I do like writing though, whether it's lyrics or small stories. I love it. It's how I pass time at school, I use it to vent. But it's never enough to keep my brain fully occupied.

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Our teacher was out today, so lets just say we've done nothing all period. I, on the other hand, have been trying to work up the courage to start an actual conversation with Vic.

I don't know what got me so jittery. Everytime I'd build up my confidence, I'd just look over at him and it fucking vanishes.

He sat his book down on the desk, and fumbled with his bookmark putting it between the pages.

"U-um..." he turned his head to me, "Is there something you need?"

Fuck, say something Kellin. "Um...Hi..I-I'm Kellin." I stutter out.

He just looked at me, with the most confused look on his face.

"What are you reading?" I asked, thankful that the question didn't come out as a stuttered mess. He looked back down at his book.

"Um, The Shining.."

I smiled at him. I've actually read that one before. "By Stephen King right?"

He looked at me in shock. "You actually know what I'm reading?"

"Yea actually. Pretty interesting book, a little creepy. The movie was ok to, but his writing put up a atmosphere that movie producers can't fake."

He just continued to stare at me, not saying anything. I started feeling a bit nervous, and slightly insecure. I looked down at my hands, while my fingers fumbled with each other.

"I get it if you don't want to talk to me," I started, "with me being the worthless gay boy.... I get it."

"No no no!! I'm just shocked that someone else in this school has brain cells." He rushed out, that comment earned a quiet laugh from me.

"Thank god I'm not the only one! I was seriously beginning to lose all hope for this generation."

He laughed, and fuck it was beautiful. Why the hell would this beautiful boy be a victim of the bullshit we have to call reality?! This world confuses the hell out of me sometimes. It takes some of the most amazing people, and try to crush them by putting the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Much to my displeasure, the bell rang. He quickly gathered his things and before I knew it, he was out the door. Strange, was the word to describe him, but in a good way.

I gathered my things, which was just my song book and a blue ink pen, and stuff it in my bag. With an exasperated sigh, I stand up and walk into the dreaded hallway.

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What in God's name is the point of coming to this hell hole every fucking day of the week? To get a fucking education? Ha! These sluts and dickheads are clearly learning, learning how to perfect the art of driving someone to the brink of suicide.

This place was a living nightmare. Sometimes it feels like you have to throw salt over your shoulder to keep them away.

"Hey gay boy!"

That voice belonged to Lee, the star football player, did I mention he has a personal punching bag named Kellin?

I sped up, but like always he catches me. "You know, you really shouldn't run." he snapped, with a sinister edge to his voice. He slammed my back into the lockers, thankfully my backpack cushioning me from the hard surface.

The hallways were clearing out by now, the people who people who passed by didn't even turn to see what was happening.

"I think we need to have a little meeting during lunch. How about that?"

I just stood there practically shaking in fear... What the hell does he want? "And whatever you do, DON'T skip out and run away. Understand?"

I just nod. "Good, see you then."

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What am I supposed to do. It's lunch time, and I'm scared. Maybe I should just go, and not make it any worse, I've seen what he does to people who make him furious. I at least want cops to be able to identify my body if I die..

I went to the back of the school, by the football field, where they always​ drag me if they want to get a good hit in.

My hands are in my sleeves shaking out of nervousness and terror. My legs felt like lead, as they struggled to take the next step.

"Glad you could make it Kellin." I heard that sinister voice from behind me, making me snap my head back. Now this is weird, none of his leeches were with him today. He was alone.

I stayed silent, my legs practically freezing to the ground. He took a couple steps closer to me, and lifted my head to look at him. He's pure evil, I think he likes seeing the fear in my eyes.

"I want something from you, Quinn." he said, his voiced almost sounded seductive...

His lips crashed with mine, instantly I felt sick. I tried to used my arms to push against him, but he grabbed them, and firmly pinned them to the wall.

Now I know what he wants..

His lips went down to my neck, "Fucking get off of me!!" I squirmed against him, trying to break from his grasp. I suddenly felt a sharp pain against my cheek, then a grip around my neck.

"You will shut the fuck up, and do as I tell you."

I just nodded, needing to breathe. He let go of my neck, and kissed me again. This time he was rough about it, he practically shoved his tongue down my throat. His hand traveled down to my pants undoing the button, and plunging his hand down my boxers. This was all so fucking wrong, I don't want to loose my virginity this way. I bit down on his tongue, hopefully, making it bleed.

"Ah fuck!!" Lee shouted and let go of me. I took the advantage to run. I ran across the field and back into the school buildings. Before anyone could notice me out in the hall. I quickly ran in the boys bathroom, locking the door. I didn't bother with checking the bathroom for anyone, they're normally empty around lunch time.

I sank down the door with my knees to my chest, and cried. Right now I was alone, I didn't even have Stella to hold. He was going to rape me, and I'd be to scared to tell anyone.. I buried my face in my knees, as I wrap my arms around my legs.

"Kellin?.." I heard a familiar voice ask worriedly. I looked up, and blinked my tears away, only to see Vic standing two feet away from me.

Great, now he thinks I'm weak and fucking pathetic. But you are.

I quickly stand up, fumble with the lock, then bolt out the door. I run down the long corridor, and bust out the door. That's when the when the worst of the attack hit me.

It felt like my lungs gave out, as I struggled to take in oxygen. I walked over to the wall and slid down it, just like my tears.

I hate this. I hate myself. I feel sick and repulsed by own body, even more than I already was. There's only one way to ease this, to make it better. I roll up my sleeves, gazing down at the most comforting sight. How is something so destructive, so pleasing?

"K-kellin?.."

(A/N: AHAHAHA CLIFF HANGER!!!)