"Fantastic." As she began to follow the boy, a quick glance over her shoulder told her that their previous company still looked rather shocked. The guards made a move to follow them, but with a quick flick of her middle finger they seemed to grimace and turn away to try and forget about it. Like always, she thought. No one really wanted her. They felt bad, or they were talked into it. Maybe they just wanted that nice little check that came for them after she stayed for a few months. Even though the money was supposed to help with her, she still was forced to sleep on the couch with barely two meals a day. How could she blame them though? Kellin knew she wasn't very pleasant to be around, and actually she was completely fine with that. If you don't like her, you don't like her. Too bad for you. But you also don't have to be around her so, get lost or deal with it. She really doesn't want to hear all your bullshit.
It was then that she caught the noise of a phone vibrating. The sound actually made her wince a bit, as she remembered her own phone. They had taken it away from her, claiming it was better to listen to the people around her rather than the music. But it was the music that kept her sane. It kept her calm and it gave her a weird feeling of safety. She could lock herself in that world and not half to deal with anyone, anything else but her, her thoughts, and whatever singer was screaming at her. Without the music she felt anchored to the earth, and it wasn't a feeling she liked. Kellin was somewhat of a polar opposite of the rest of humanity. They all desired to have something to anchor themselves too. They needed the safe blanket of security. When she dreaded all that. It scared her. But no matter her protests, the nurses had taken her music, claiming that other people needed her attention too. And since then she was forced to look into peoples eyes when she spoke(a terrible phobia of hers) and well, she was forced to speak to others. Two major things she hated.
It was then she realized the boy, er, Zechariah, had been holding the door for her. With a slightly grateful smile, she slid inside and moved to sit at the table. She was careful to sit in the chair facing the exit. Another phobia, she had to be able to see an exit route at all times, or else she minorly freaked. It was only a few minutes later when Zechariah came back into the room and sat across from her, though she stayed silent and waited for him to speak first. Debating on whether or not to tell him that her name was not "miss" but it was Kellin, she told herself not to. Perhaps she could try being nice, just until he did something for her to not be. Which probably would be pretty soon. -do not give up. A single eyebrow shot up. "Alright then." Well then she would be a first of his. Then he went on to ask about her, er, past. "At the orphanage?" Images of her beating beaten and raped flashed behind her eyes, and without realizing she flinched and pulled her sleeves down to cover the scars on her arms. Not that she had ever harmed herself, but others had. And there were also many cigarette burns there too. "Nope."
His brother had been sending kicks into his rib cage when he was suddenly snatched away. The two boys holding JC up quickly dropped him and backed away, and he sank down onto his knees, unable to even lift his head as he tried to block out the noises surrounding him. Though, luckily for whatever idiot had tried to help him, his brothers little "army" turned and ran away. That was odd, he thought. JC certainly didn't have any friends to help him, and even if he did, none of his friends would likely look tough enough to scare of his brothers idiots. Though he still didn't bother looking up, just watching their feet. His brother's weight shifted to his back leg, something he always did when he was about to punch someone, and he threw his fist at the males face. JC really didn't even know if it hit him, but his brother quickly turned and jumped into his Jeep to drive quickly away.
He was hesitant to look at his savior. Eyes flicking upwards, he slowly lifted his head until he could see the person. Though the stupid sun blocked his vision and all he could see was a faint outline of the male. "I-I-" He silently cursed himself for stammering. It seemed like his childhood problem with stuttering was coming back. Though it almost always did when he was embarrassed or nervous, or simply around his brother and friends. "You didn't have to." The boy finally said, ducking his head. "M-My brother will probably not let this go so easily.." Actually he was sure his brother wouldn't let this go. They were already probably planning on how to get back at the boy in front of him, and make up for JC's "punishment".
It was then that she caught the noise of a phone vibrating. The sound actually made her wince a bit, as she remembered her own phone. They had taken it away from her, claiming it was better to listen to the people around her rather than the music. But it was the music that kept her sane. It kept her calm and it gave her a weird feeling of safety. She could lock herself in that world and not half to deal with anyone, anything else but her, her thoughts, and whatever singer was screaming at her. Without the music she felt anchored to the earth, and it wasn't a feeling she liked. Kellin was somewhat of a polar opposite of the rest of humanity. They all desired to have something to anchor themselves too. They needed the safe blanket of security. When she dreaded all that. It scared her. But no matter her protests, the nurses had taken her music, claiming that other people needed her attention too. And since then she was forced to look into peoples eyes when she spoke(a terrible phobia of hers) and well, she was forced to speak to others. Two major things she hated.
It was then she realized the boy, er, Zechariah, had been holding the door for her. With a slightly grateful smile, she slid inside and moved to sit at the table. She was careful to sit in the chair facing the exit. Another phobia, she had to be able to see an exit route at all times, or else she minorly freaked. It was only a few minutes later when Zechariah came back into the room and sat across from her, though she stayed silent and waited for him to speak first. Debating on whether or not to tell him that her name was not "miss" but it was Kellin, she told herself not to. Perhaps she could try being nice, just until he did something for her to not be. Which probably would be pretty soon. -do not give up. A single eyebrow shot up. "Alright then." Well then she would be a first of his. Then he went on to ask about her, er, past. "At the orphanage?" Images of her beating beaten and raped flashed behind her eyes, and without realizing she flinched and pulled her sleeves down to cover the scars on her arms. Not that she had ever harmed herself, but others had. And there were also many cigarette burns there too. "Nope."
His brother had been sending kicks into his rib cage when he was suddenly snatched away. The two boys holding JC up quickly dropped him and backed away, and he sank down onto his knees, unable to even lift his head as he tried to block out the noises surrounding him. Though, luckily for whatever idiot had tried to help him, his brothers little "army" turned and ran away. That was odd, he thought. JC certainly didn't have any friends to help him, and even if he did, none of his friends would likely look tough enough to scare of his brothers idiots. Though he still didn't bother looking up, just watching their feet. His brother's weight shifted to his back leg, something he always did when he was about to punch someone, and he threw his fist at the males face. JC really didn't even know if it hit him, but his brother quickly turned and jumped into his Jeep to drive quickly away.
He was hesitant to look at his savior. Eyes flicking upwards, he slowly lifted his head until he could see the person. Though the stupid sun blocked his vision and all he could see was a faint outline of the male. "I-I-" He silently cursed himself for stammering. It seemed like his childhood problem with stuttering was coming back. Though it almost always did when he was embarrassed or nervous, or simply around his brother and friends. "You didn't have to." The boy finally said, ducking his head. "M-My brother will probably not let this go so easily.." Actually he was sure his brother wouldn't let this go. They were already probably planning on how to get back at the boy in front of him, and make up for JC's "punishment".