Please Don't Take me Home

I fell asleep soon after cleaning up my arms and putting the box away.
"KELLIN!" My mom yelled outside of my door.
I sat up fast and opened the door to see her with a blanket, a pillow and a small mattress.
"This is yours." she said pushing it into my room. "I found them in the garbage outside, so you better take 'em you piece of shit." She walked down the hall and eventually out the door. I knew she was gone when the front door slammed shut.
At least I finally have a bed.
I moved the pile of blankets and pillows away and pushed the mattress against the wall. I put the blankets and pillows on the bed making it look at nice as I could.
I sat down on the bed and looked at my watch.
11:06 P.M
I sighed and got up to get soothing to at.
If we had food.
I wen over to the little fridge in the living room and looked inside. We had ice.
And that was it.
I sighed and went back into my room, I hadn't eaten in 3 days.
I went under the covers of my bed, and quickly fell asleep.
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I woke up at 7:05 the next morning, my stomach hurt from not eating in so long. I groaned in pain as I sat up in bed.
I walked slowly to the bathroom at the other end of the hall.
When I made it to the bathroom, I searched in the cabnits looking for tums or any kind of medicine for my stomach.
Luckily I found tums, i took a few and shut the cabnit and looked at my face in the mirror.
My nose was bruised and swollen.
I let out a groan of frustration looking at my nose again.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my room and changed.
I put on a gray tanktop with a black sweatshirt over it to cover my arms. I had black skinnies on and of coarse, my cursed TOMS.
I sighed and checked my watch again.
7:41.
I grabbed my backpack which was by the front door and started to walk to school.
It was raining heavily. And of coarse we couldn't afford a fucking umbrella. So I put my hood and kept my head down.
I walked up the steps of the school but I tripped on the top step landing on my hands and knees.
"Here." a voice said extending there hand to help me up.
I took their hand standing up. There was a spark. There hand felt perfect in my mine.
I snapped out of my thoughts realizing I still had the person's hand in mine.
I looked at who's hand I had.
It was Vic's.
My eyes went wide and I started to shake a bit, instinctively holding onto Vic's hand tighter.
I'm gay?
"You okay man?" Vic said releasing his hand from grip.
"Oh um, yeah I'm fine." I said looking down.
"Okay then!" Vic said walking inside the school, I followed behind him "I didn't think you were coming today!"
I nodded looking around trying to remember where my locker was. Luckily it was easy it to find considering it had a huge fucking dent in it.
I looked at my schedule seeing that i didn't actually need any books form my locker.
"Aren't you gonna put your sweatshirt in your locker?" Vic asked confused. "I mean it's soaked!"
I didn't really notice that it was that wet. "Uh, oh, n-n-no." I stuttered.
I swear to god if I re-develop my stutter I will stab someone.
"Are you sure, you can get really sick." Vic said concerned.
"No I'm fine." One my cuts stared to itch, so i quickly rubbed it.
Vic quickly stared at my arm. I knew he was gonna ask about self harm. "Kellin, you cu---"
Luckily he was cut off by Matty running down the hall screaming "VIC"
He ran over to us a bit out of breath.
"I got your text Vic!" Matty said jumping up and down "I'm so happy for you and Jamie! I always knew you were gay!"
My stomach dropped. It felt like I was just hit by a fucking bus. I felt sick like I was gonna throw up/
He's already taken.
I guess I looked sick because Matty asked "Kellin, you look kinda sick."
"I-I-I'm fine."I stuttered. starting shake again.
"You sure, you're shaking." Vic said looking concerned again.
"Y-y-yeah, I'm fine." the bell rang for first period, which I had with Matty. So I just followed him to class.
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Classes went by fast today so when the last period bell rang I started shaking I didn't want to go home.
I walked towards the front of the school when I was pushed and shoved into a wall. My face hit the wall hard, my nose, of coarse, hitting first, making cry.
"Didn't see you yesterday, fag." Mike said pushing my head into the wall. Pushing my nose harder into the wall. Causing me to scream and cry this time.
"P-p-p-please don't hurt me again." I cried shaking under the grip of Mike's hand.
"STOP IT MIKE!"