Drown Me In The Flames (Kellic)

Kiss my Wrists, my Neck And Give me Eternal Sleep

"K-kellin?.." Vic asked

"Don't you know, when someone runs out crying, they normally want to be left alone." I pull my sleeves down.

"Are.. Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

I just sat there, thinking of a response. How do I react to someone caring. Do I smile, cry, or laugh. Feelings are so confusing! What in the bloody hell do I answer with?! "No, I'm not ok. I almost got raped you bloke!" I mentally groan. What is wrong with me.

"Just a usual day. Everything's fine." I snap at him.

I don't know why I'm being so hateful. He's only concerned. What am I so scared of? He kneels down in front of me and gently touches my knee, making me flinch away, him taking his hand back.

"Are you ok?.. Physically I mean."

I swallow my tears and respond, "...I'm fine Vic. Please, leave me alone."

"What If I don't want to?" I look up at him, shock clearly etched in my features.

"You're probably the only person that's made an effort to talk to me. Besides my brother that is," I continued to stare at him as he continued talking, "So.. I'd like for us to be friends."

I took in the offer and looked over at him, "If you insist on talking to me, can we go somewhere... safer?"

"Yeah, come on." he stood up and offered me his hand. I took it, getting this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, and pulled myself up. He let go of my hand, much to my displeasure.

"So, wanna just skip the rest of the day?"

"You don't strike me as a skipper. But yeah, we should just leave."

We walked back into the hall to gather his things, I still had my bag on.

Thankfully we didn't run into...him. I get queasy replaying the scene in my head. My head's pounding from the pain in my cheek, it's probably bruised by now.

We were currently walking to my house, Vic's parents are home and he doesn't feel like dealing with an earful from his mom. His words not mine.

"Kellin you've got a bruise.." he brushed my hair from my cheek, to get a better look. He has such a caring nature..

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt."

"It looks like it hurts.." he took back his hand, letting my hair fall back in place.

"So, what happened?.." he asked almost cautiously?

"Being openly gay.. I make a lot of unwanted enemies.."

"That's wrong. There's nothing wrong with being gay."

I look over at him, "..You really think so?"

He gives me a small, sincere smile, "Yeah. You are, who you are."

I opened my front door, instantly greeted by Stella. I scooped her up on my arms, "You have a kitty?"

"Her name's Stella."

He smiles at me, "It suits her," he scratches the top of her head, earning a satisfied purr from Stella.

"Lemme go feed her." I say, and walk into the kitchen.

When I walk back he's looking around. "What's wrong?"

"It's just.. in my house my mom has the walls covered with embarrassing family photos. Not here though.."

I sigh slightly, and walk towards the stairs. "My parents are like everyone else."

He stayed silent, and followed me to my room. I set my bag by the door, slip of my shoes, and sit on the bed.

"I like your posters" He said, referring to the band posters that litter my walls.

"You listen to them?" he nods, "finally someone with some decent music taste."

I laughed slightly. He looked over at me a gave me a sympathetic look, "Bruises don't suit you at all. It makes me sad every time I look at it," I looked down at my hands, "Can I ask who did it?"

I looked back at him, hesitating to tell him anything, "Can I trust you?.."

He gave me a reassuring smile, "I'm not like everyone else. I know what it's like to get beat up on a daily basis. But it's your choice to trust me." He really means it..

"..Lee Spence. It's nothing new, him and the rest of the football team like to use me as a punching bag all the time. I guess I just couldn't take it today..."

He sighed slightly, "I know exactly who you're talking about.. he's a dick."

Tell me about it.

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After some long conversations about music and books, it was time for him to leave. I finally have someone to open up to, someone who at least acts like they care.

Don't be stupid Kellin, you know what happens when you get attached to someone.

I groan at my self-conscience, "Leave me alone, asshole."

I walk in my bathroom and look in the mirror. A purple bruise had spread its way across my left cheekbone. "Fuck me.. how am I going to explain this one."

My father hates it when I come home with bruises, not because he's concerned, he just doesn't want a pansy for a son. I really am a disgrace, I can't even hold my own against "He who shall not be named". And to think.. I have to see him tomorrow.

So in all, today sucked, I got an eyeful of James' new fuck buddy, and was almost fucking raped by Lee. Could my life get any worse?

"Kellin! Get your ass down here!!"

Fuck me.

(A/N: Damn, this sucks. Enjoy?)