One Shots ▸▸ Kellic

/2/ Antichrist

This one-shot was request by @frickfrackbands and may be slightly triggering, that is my only warning. I actually mixed her request with one similar that I had, but I hope you don't mind the differences I made. I based my side of the story from a song titled Antichrist by the 1975, one of my favorite songs right now. Enjoy.

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I walked home around nine that night, thinking over my life the past three years. My mom left me all alone with my abusive father, and she never came back for me. I was left to defend myself against my overpowering father whom I hate. I hate her too, and I hate a lot of other people along with them. For once I just wish I could say that I love someone. It doesn't matter who, I just want to be loved and love someone.

The abuse had picked up sufficiently ever since she left. He used to go after her more, and I was always the kid in the middle who'd take the suffering for her, because at the time, I thought that was what love was for. To take pain away from someone else. Little did I know, this was not the pain I should've been taking for her and she shouldn't have been taking for me. I was thirteen at the time, what did I know? When I turned fourteen, I caught a glimpse of her packing her suitcase while my father was sound asleep on the bed. By then I had established my animosity for him, but not her. When she came out of the room and confronted me, I remember that look on her face. She was scared.

"Sweetie-" I remember her saying.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" I questioned. I wasn't a naive kid. 

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Can you take me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

"Take me, please don't leave me here." By that point I was crying. The one person I loved was leaving me. I couldn't stop her as she embraced me before walking out the door, locking it behind her. And honestly, that's when the depression kicked in. I think everyone at my high school knows that I'm depressed, but they don't know why. Everyone probably assumes it's because of the bullies who like to pick on me everyday just because of my sexuality, but hey, that's not really the reason. I couldn't give a shit what those low minds thought about me. It was father. Nobody knows, not even my friends who turn into acquaintances after a few days. I lose touch with everyone, just because I'm scared of getting too close.

I'm sixteen now, and nothing has really changed. I have a feeling my life is just going to be like this. I don't know whether to tough it out or just give up.

I recognized the corner of the street I hate as well. The one I live on, right down on the cul de sac. I pulled my hood up and situated it on my head, slowing down a little. I hope he's asleep when I get back there, I'm honestly on the edge tonight. One thing could set me off, and I really don't want to face the consequences. 

Footsteps behind me were heard and I got a little chill at the thought of it. Me, being Kellin Quinn, the weird curious kid, turned around to see nobody there. I quirked my eyebrows in confusion. I swear I heard someone. I kept walking, and then I heard it again.

"Who's there?" I questioned into the deadly silent street. The curfew was ten, and it was getting close to ten right now. I scoped out my surroundings, panicking a little. Sure I could rush back home, but maybe staying out here is a better option. Trees rustled in the wind as did bushes, but nobody appeared. With a huff, I turned back around and kept walking. I was almost at my house when I heard the footsteps again, only they were running this time. I spun around hastily, catching a glimpse of a man running the opposite direction. "Hey, wait!" I called out, speeding off towards him. He was fast, extremely fast, but I'm pretty light on my feet too. I caught up with him a few minutes later. I was no longer on my street, I was in a garden past curfew on the outskirts of town. The man stopped and looked at me cautiously.