He's a Killer

Rush - 1

Kurt wears stuff like this ^ (has tattoos)
Song - Seabass - private island

RE-UPLOAD

WARNING - misuse of words (offensive), violence, slight gore, child neglect, Russian mobs.

I couldn't believe the fact it was the start of school again. The two week break was filled with terror for me, and with that it was all over and the new terror was high school. The very thought of school made me tremble, I didn't want to face another round of ten weeks that consisted of anxiety and depressive lows.

I lay flat on my back, sprawled out on my bed sheets. A million thoughts rushed through my head like rush hour traffic but at full speed. I couldn't collect myself together, I knew I was at breaking point but I wasn't bothered completely by it. In a way, it was beneficial because I got extra time on school work but the school was never supportive.

I generally skipped breakfast, so I pushed myself from my bed and dressed into comfortable clothing, a grey sweatshirt and black jeans. With gel, I slicked back my hair and combed it, nothing special because I didn't care about my looks.

I leaned against the bathroom sink, staring at myself in the dirty mirror. I knew deep down that today was going to be awful but I pushed the tears away and remained slightly hopeful for the outcome. I just got to remember that today was going to be over in no time.

I walked into the lounge room to pack my school bag, avoiding the cold stare from my father. Our family was Russian, and kind of rich but not that I was spoilt or anything. Ever since I came out as gay, my family gave me the cold shoulder except for the people that would escort me to school and back. Those were the only different things about our family to others, which confused me as to why everyone treated me as some foreign object.

As I was escorted out by one of the body guards, Nicolai, I felt relieved that my father didn't even talk to me.

"Adrik, you know he won't hate you forever," Nicolai said lowly whilst opening the car door of the black Range Rover for me, his Russian accent peaking through.  He called me by my 'Russian' name, others would just call me Adrian.

"You'll never know," I replied as soon as he got into the car himself, "I can't even read his emotions like an open book anymore."

"Cold, he's just cold," he whispered, I just nodded in reply.

My father didn't even try to understand me, he just shut me out and disowned me. When his alcoholism took over he took his anger out on me, he'd leave me bloody and bruised, practically broken. It didn't help when I was abused at school, but I somehow tolerated the pain because it wasn't caused from my anxiety and it reminded me I could still feel. I'd dig down deep into the darkest things to find anything beneficial so I could see the positive side of things.

I sat silently, staring out of the tinted windows, my emerald eyes shone back at me in the reflection. Before my eyes, I could see the school. I was slightly horrified by the amount of people swarming the gates, but Nicolai was going to walk me in like usual.

Nicolai opened my door and I slid from off of the chair to the ground, taking my belongings with me. As I began to walk, he walked right behind me.

"Did I ever tell you how crazy your school is?" Nico whispered lowly.

"Absolutely," I replied, bored tone evident in my voice.

The front gates were massive, dull green in colour, built around a path that led to a flag pole that stood 25 feet tall, surrounded by greenery. You would think the school would take care of their students as they did to the actual school itself but you'd be wrong. They didn't have the guts to suspend anyone here because of the way students can change their demeanour in a short amount of time. It was horrible, the fact that teachers which are mature adults, couldn't see straight through plain and over used excuses and lies. Which is why I could guess that school bullies would continuously beat the shit out of me, because they got away with it.