Just let me in

Kellin - chapter 2

Kellin Teller was a boy who went to my school. His girlfriend hated me and often got her friends to beat me up. Kellin was a nice person. I had known him since I was 7, as my foster parents somehow knew that piano was something that I loved. We used to be friends, but I didn't think he remembered. It was one of those distant memories that after the accident I couldn't even believe had actually happened. That was the thing with the accident. Only I knew. I had never told anyone. Probably because nobody had ever cared enough to ask. Kellin and his group of friends were the 'popular boys' in our school. There were so many times when they would come to his house and find me sitting there, waiting for my lesson and call me 'mute' and hurl abuse in my face. I always tried to block them out, but when the words they're saying are aimed directly at you, it's hard to block out. Kellin was gorgeous. There was a time when I would have told him that too. He had brown hair, that he usually tucked under a beanie, and green eyes that made your heart melt just looking into them. But if I thought about looking into them now, they would probably just cause me to have a breakdown, or worse, break my heart a little bit more. I still remembered what he had said to me when I needed a friend the most. "You're no one! Ok? And you're no on to me!..." He had shouted before walking away for the last time. The worst thing about the lessons had to be kellin's brother Michael or mikey as everyone called him. He was really good friends with my foster sister clemmie. At first he asked me a lot about where clemmie was, and why she had stopped coming to school, but I could never give him an answer. The words wouldn't come out. Eventually he stopped asking and started avoiding me like everyone else did.