Author's note- Hey guys! Although I have written CreepyPasta stories on WattPad, this is my first actual fanfic. I should be able to update often, but it is a work in progress and I might not be able to write as much as I wish. Later chapters will have vague sexual content as well as language and triggering situations. For self harm I will post a message saying this section might be triggering, and where it ends, so proceed with caution. With Love, Kitty
Vic's POV
Sadly, I hate myself. The guys don't know how bad it gets sometimes, but I don't want them to worry. Mikey is the worst, but seeing as he's my younger brother, I guess it's to be expected. He's always telling me to look in the mirror and say what I see, so here I go.
I see a short, but lanky seventeen year old boy. My hair is curly, shoulder length and brown, almost the color of my eyes. And I'm frowning. It seems like I'm permanently sad.
"Hey Vic! Whatcha up to? School starts in twenty minutes and were gonna be late!" Mike swung his head into my bathroom where I was staring at the sink. "Vic? Are you ok?" He asked worriedly. "Yeah just tired. I stayed up too late ignoring my History homework." My fake smile and joke didn't seem to reassure my brother as he leaves my room, with me following behind.
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Kellins POV
I hate my life. My family is as broken as I am, and its probably my fault. My stepfather always tells me its all my fault that my mom is sad. He's right. I have self harm scars and bruises all along my sickly pale arms that are as disgusting as I feel. My hair is wavy, black and almost to my shoulders. My eyes are usually light green, but are currently a very dark green streaked with tears. Circling around my left eye is a huge purple bruise. A gift from my stepdad. I dont have makeup to cover it up, but I do have sunglasses. Maybe they won't notice at school...
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Vic's POV
"Sir? Sir! Umm...Kellin? I'm going to need you to take off those glasses." The dark haired boy who sits next to me looked down and quickly slid off the sunglasses. Everyone else's attention returned to the teacher, who was ranting about the historical inaccuracies of Pearl Harbor, but I was still staring at the boy. He seemed really upset and he had a wicked black eye. I debated for the final twenty minutes of class if I should try to talk to him or not. My concern got the best of me. When the bell for the end of school rang, I stayed after to try to talk to him.
"Hey Kellin? That's your name right? I'm Vic." I asked as I attempted to put my hand on his arm. When my hand reached for him though, he moved away as if he was afraid of me.
"Hey hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Are you okay?"
Kellin mumbled something, and then rushed past me to the hall.
"Wait! I just wanted to talk!" I race out of the classroom to follow him. I caught up with him in moments.
"Why won't you leave?" Kellin quietly asked, his eyes still cast downwards.
I slowed down and stammered, "Oh. I'm sorr-i was just-your eye."
Kellin looked at me from the corner of his eyes and opened his mouth as if to speak, and then ran off in the opposite direction.
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Kellins POV
"Sir? Sir! Umm...Kellin? I'm going to need you to take off those glasses." I should have known Mrs. Bolein wouldn't let me just sit and mind my business. Maybe if I just look down the whole period till the final bell rang, I'd be okay. I ripped the glasses off and let my hair fall around my face. Next to me was a Mexican dude wearing a rainbow hoodie who had a serious staring problem. I felt the blush creeping up my face as I stared straight down at my paper and started doodling. It seemed like years had past before the final bell rang, though it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes. I slowly gathered up my bag and papers to try to separate me from the stampede at the door. I looked up to find the guy who was staring at me walking up to my desk.
"Hey Kellin? That's your name right? I'm Vic." His arm extended towards mine, and I jerked away.
"Hey hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Are you okay?"
"Yes, please let me go." I said inaudibly as I slid past the concerned teen to the hallway.
"Wait! I just wanted to talk!"
Suddenly, Vic was back walking beside me.
"Why won't you leave?" I asked him with my eyes trained on the dirty school floor.
"Oh. I'm sorr-i was just-your eye." Vic stuttered this. He almost looked sincerely concerned. I snuck a look at him and opened my mouth to explain. My mind blanked out and I froze before turning around and half running away, mentally cursing myself with each step I took.
Hey Kitty here. Ch. 2 is up and read for your eyes to feast on. Party on Wayne!