Drown Me In The Flames (Kellic)

An Ounce Of Peace Is All I Want For You

(A/N: I'm skipping acouple days, because I'm impatient xc Lets just say it's Friday. Sound good? No? Oh-Fucking-Well c: )

I try to drown out the yelling, and arguing with my music. Blue October rings in my ears, as I scribble mindless words in my notebook.

My mind goes back to Vic. I think that having someone in my life who accepts me for who I am, changes everything. I dont even care if he's not gay, or into me. He's my friend.. and he cares. That's all that matters.

He'll leave you. Friend or not.

I close my eyes, and curse my inner self. I break myself down, and beat myself up. Any time I find I smile lingering on my face, I find something to dwell my thoughts on.

I look up from my notebook and sigh, losing my train of thought. I take my headphones out, hoping the screaming would be over with. They still hadn't stopped. They sound like they're in their room, maybe I could sneak down for a snack.

I carefully walked down the hall and downstairs, only then did I realize they had walked back in the living room. I stayed out of sight, as I watched them.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" My father yelled. Mom turned around, revealing something that looked like a duffle bag in her hands.

"Away from you! I'm sick and tired of your bullshit! I fucking hate you, you worthless, inconsiderate, self-centered-"

At that, his palm roughly landed against her cheek, cutting her off with enough force to knock her to the ground. It made me furious, to see him hit my own mother. Who the fuck does he think he is?!

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I step out, into the living room.

My mother looked at me with sympathetic eyes, noticing the bruises I sported from the "beating" I got earlier.

"Kellin, go the FUCK back to your room!!"

"No! You get the hell away from my mom!" I cursed at him.

He made his way to me, and picked me up by my shirt once again, "What did I tell you about bad mouthing me boy?!"

"Don't you fucking hurt him!! You've hurt him enough!" My mother practically cried from the floor.

"You know what?! Just for that.." he picks me up even higher then throws me down on top of our glass coffee table.

It shatters into a million pieces.

I tried to move but I get this sharp pain in my abdomen. I look down, and sure enough, there's a long piece of glass sticking out. The pain finally surfaces, and I cry out. It hurts so fucking bad...

"Kellin!!" my mother rushes over to me, crying her heart out.  She checks the wound with shaky hands, making me hiss in pain. I hear her talking, incoherent words. Then her next ones are clear as day.

"Don't worry sweetie no one's going to hurt you ever again..."

Then nothing.

(A/N: it's short as hell.... and probably off the wall buuuttttt eh)