KoRn//I've already got the life

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I've Already Got The Life

THIS IS A KORN FANFICTION, here's some random piccy's. {{good mental images can be formed through images.. yup.. *nods*}}

Jonathan

Brian

Brian with a beanie:

Munky
..No Images yet.. Okay, here goes nothin'



Well, i'll rate this R, for violence, language, and later content.. I DO NOT own, idiot. Umm, yea, I wont go into a description, 'cause I suck at them, so you'll have to read it to find out what it's about.

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Jonathan lay in his bunk, he had the red curtain pulled shut for privacy. He sighed solemnly, reminencing on past moments. The band was on the bus, heading back from a stuidio that they'd just made a video at for their song, Clown.

"Fuck" Jon. said angrily, rolling onto his side, facing away from the blood red curtain.

'I'm just a pretty boy, I'm not suppose to fuck a girl, I'm just a pretty boy, Livin' in this fucked up world.'

*FLASHBACK*
*Jonathans POV*

I walked into high school, I was still a freshman. It was strange, i'd stepped off the bus, wondering why no one had threatened me yet, maybe they'd given up on hitting me finally. The thought nearly made me smile, but then "Hey fag, wait up, where 'ya goin'?" I heard some one shout at me. I quickened my pace, in hopes to lose the freak that had decided to torment me.

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I knew it was no use. Who ever it was would most likely chase after me, in need for a bloody fix. I furrowed my eyebrows angrily, why did they all hate me so much? I did nothing to them. Then, 'smack!' I felt myself run into someone. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry!" I said despirately, dropping to my knees to pick up my things i'd dropped. I looked up at who I ran into, and to my surprise it was a girl, and she looked beutiful. I stood up quickly. She turned around without saying anything and walked away. Why didn't she hit me? Slap me, push me, hate me? I touched her, ran into her, and she said and did.. nothing. "aww!! pretty boy's blushing!" I heard a voice behind me, I knew well who's voice it was, my ultimate tormentor, Josh. I swallowed hard, afraid to turn around to look at him, knowing well he'd rock my jaw, for looking at her. The girl, I knew who she was. "you'll pay for that freak. You're not suppose to like girls." She was Josh's girl, I didn't know if he'd claimed her, or if she actually liked the twisted fuck. I knew I couldn't run to my homeroom class for safety, the bell haden't rung, and the teacher was out of the room. "what's wrong, look at me fag." Josh said, anger rising in his voice. I dropped my stuff again, at least if I dropped it there, it wouldn't end up scattered everywhere once he'd finished his daily beating. I turned to face him, unable to look at his face, it discusted me. "look at me." He then ordered, I tensed up, looking at his cheek, ready to be hit. Josh was just slightly taller than me, his hair was blonde and spiked up, it was about a couple of inches, his eyes were piercing blue. He called me a pretty boy, but i think he's 'prettier' than me, not like i'd tell him that though, I was already scared enough of him. Josh leaned in close to me, i could feel his breath on my lips, the next thing I knew I was on the concrete, wrapping my arms around myself. I didn't even see it coming, he'd hit me in the gut, and it felt like i was going to die. The bell rang, and Josh retorted towards his homeroom class. I got painfully up to my feet, gathering my things, then began heading slowly towards my room. I think Josh liked torturing me every day, it pleasured him to see me on the ground on his feet, soaked in blood, smothered in his spit and gravel.

Finally, schools over, I can't wait to get home, it's sad to say. I'd rather spend a day with my step mother than see Josh's face, it sickened me, I want to vomit when I even saw his shirt as I looked desperately up at him. I let out a loud sigh, then I saw her, Josh's girl, she was so beutiful. So nice, she didn't punish me for looking at her. She wasn't like everyone else, she didn't seem to want to hate me. I smiled happily as I watched her walking across the patio towards the front parking lot. "hey pretty boy, she's really easy on the eyes, huh?" a voice whispered into my ear. It wasn't Josh, but it was probably one of his lackies. His friends treated him like he was god. The second his voice pierced my thoughts, my body tensed up, knowing i'd be hit. My eyes widened as I saw the girl turn towards me, then even more to my surprise, she walked up to me. I heard who ever it was behind me laugh slightly. Josh walked up nest to the girl in front of me, for some reason, he was smiling. He looked.. happy. The girl bent down, undoing her high heeled shoe she took it off. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out what was going on. The girl gave me a nice smile, then pressed her lips to mine. They were soft, i'd never forget how gentle she was. I closed my eyes, feeling a sharp pain seer through my head. I opened my eyes, I was on the ground, in the gravel. I looked slowly around, realising i was in the parking lot behind the school, the school seemed closed. It was quiet, no students, no teachers, nothing.. but, there was The girl, and Josh, and about three other guys, a red truck near where they were standing beside me.

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My lips felt wet, i licked them, and to my discust I tasted blood, my blood, and spit, my spit. I nearly gaged, but doing so would hurt to much, it would split my head in two. It wasn't hard to figure out what happened, the girl had hit me in the side of my head with the heel of her shoe. She seemed.. so nice. Through my blurry vision, I could see one of the guys had jet black hair, it was cut short and spikey all over. Normal, blue baggy jeans, and a white shirt. Another had blonde hair to his shoulders, baggy black jeans, and a thin white sweater with a black upside down, bleeding cross plastered on it, below his left shoulder, across his chest. The other had black hair layered to his shoulder, baggy jeans, and a tight white sweater. And then Josh, he was his normal vile self. I would never forget what they looked like, their faces were permanently imbedded in my mind after everything. "hey, look, the fucks finally awake" the blonde guy stated, kneeling down in front of me. I had a bad feeling about this. "go easy on him Kun!" The one with black spikey hair said. I had a very bad feeling about this, now i knew the blondes name, Kun. "fuck off Joel!" he shot back And now I knew that the one with spikey hair was Joel. "Yea, let Kun have his fun." The other guy said. "Eh, you shuddap Jake." Joel said, sighing. And now I knew that the one with the long black hair was Jake. I figured it out in my mind, Kun, then Joel, Jake, then Josh. That's the order I guessed they'd take turns killing me in. Josh would be the one to make sure I was dead after death. Escpesially since no one was there to hold them back, no teachers, adults, gathering students, or bells. It was over. Kun gave me a light smile. What was that for, it seemed as if he had feelings, with a smile like his towards a fuck like me. I was nothing more than the dirt in his shoe. I knew that well. Kun then narrowed his eyes, here it comes. I felt a tear form in the corner of my left eye as I waited for my punishment. I'd deserve it, I didn't deserve to live, I had to be punished for being alive. I knew that getting hit was a good punishment, they told me so every day, my tormentors. Kun pressed his lips to mine. The were soft, but nothing like the girls. I felt my stomache knot up. What was he doing, I didn't expect this, why didn't he hit me, hurt me, hate me. I heard the others laughing at me, including the girl. Kun's hair fell onto my face, my blood mixing with it. He pressed his lips so hard to mine that it forced me to open my mouth. I didn't dare say 'stop' I knew what would happen. A slow death, instead of a quick one. He pulled away, after brushing his tounge over mine a couple of times, the taste of blood and his spit lingered in my mouth. He then slapped my cheek hard, it stung like glass piercing through flesh. "Kun, you're queer" Jake said, shaking his head. "use my belt" he said, taking it off. It was black, and studded. I looked painfully at the belt, waiting for the small, dulled spikes to pierce my skin. Kun took the belt and brought it violently across my stomache. It stung, worse than words can describe. Tears poured steadily down my face as I screamed in pain, the sound of metal slapping against my flesh echoed into the air. I'd never felt so much pain, and hurt. Kun dropped the belt to the ground, the kicked my side as hard as he could. I screamed again, curling up into a small ball on the side he hadn't touched. I wrapped my hands over my head, I cried loudly as gravel dug into my cheek, my knees pulled up to my chest. My blood seeped out of my head and pooled around my face. The other guys, besides Josh began kicking and punching at me as I screamed with each devistating blow. 'God must hate me' I repeated the thought in my mind, over, and ,over. If he didn't hate me, I wouldn't hurt so amazingly much. I became blinded in my left eye, blood had dripped down into it, and blurred my vision. I didn't want to see them anyways.

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'kill me, if you exist and love me, kill me god.' I thought, the pain so amazinly unbearable. Then it stopped, the beatings, were they over? They couldn't be. The girl laughed through the whole thing. She jumped in the back of the truck, Josh got in on the drivers seat. I felt someone roll me onto my back, wich hurt as much as the beatings, there was so much pain delt to my back. I could see Kun through my right eye, a horrible smile plastered on his face, sheer delight in his eyes. "kill...me..." I chocked out the words, blood starting to well up in my throat. "i'm not that nice." Kun replied simple, he ran his tounge over my lips, licking off the blood. He gave me a gentle kiss, then stood up, turning away, then went to the truck. Jake picked up his belt, then held it up I watched terrified as he lash it at me face.

*end flashback*

"NOOOO!!!! AHHHH!!! AHH!!!" Jonathan started screaming shrilly. He grabbed his hair, pulling on it angrily. "Jonathan.." Jon. looked up at the voice, seeing Brian through his blurry vision, tears pouring down his cheeks. Jon, with a shakey hand reached up and touched Brians cheek gently, running his thumb over his bottom lip, the pulled his hand away. "AHH!!" he screamed again, grabbing Brians shirt he sat up and buried his face into his shirt, crying loudly and shaking violently. Brian climbed next to him on the bunk and hugged him tightly. "will you... be okay?" he asked uncertailny. "eh.." Jon replied through the shirt. "promise me.. you won't hurt yourself" he then asked Jon. "eh.." Jon replied again. Brian shook his head. "I won't ask what's wrong, but when you feel like talking.. I'll be here.." he advised him, puling Jonathan away from his shirt he stood up, crawling off the bunk and walked through the curtains, making sure they were shut behind him.

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Jonathan stood up slowly from his bunk, he could feel his hands shaking slightly. "damn.." he said, looking down at the carpet of the bus with was littered with crumbs from random things he'd ate. A forlorn sigh escaped his lips as he pulled open the blood red curtain and walked up to the front of the bus, where they had a small fridge. Jonathan opened it up, seeing some random snacks, coke and beer. He grabbed out a coke, then shut the fridge door and turned around to sit down. Once he was seated on the floor he opened his coke and took a long drink from it, then set it down next to himself. "hey!" Jonathan heard someone shout at him, he looked quickly up, seeing Brian. "you feelin' any better?" he then asked. "yea.. I guess.." Jon. replied, then looked back down at the white carpet. Brian walked up next to him, then sat down beside him, facing the same way he was. "you haven't come out of there ever since we left, you were scaring me." Brian said, looking at Jonathan's hand wich was on the floor, next to his leg. "sorry." Jon. said, looking up at Brian, who had his beanie on. He smiled lightly at him, at least he still had his best friend at his side, he stuck up for him, and he.. didn't hate him. He never wanted to hurt him, or tease his. Jonathan leaned over and wrapped his arms tightly around Brian, embracing him. "thank you, for stopping my bad poem." {{you'll find out why he's saying this in some later content}} Brian just smiled, not knowing what to say. He noticed Jonathan's actions lately, he was acting like he did when they first met.

*flash back*

Brian was new to the Bakersfield high school, it was his first year there. He was walking down the hall towards his home room class. He'd forgotten where it was, and felt like a complete idiot in doing so. He caught a quick glance at a guy who appeared to be in one of the higher grades, maybe he could help. "excuse me?" he said, tapping the guy on his shoulder. The guy screamed, dropping his things to the floor next to his feet and grabbed his hair. The action made Brian jump and scream. The other guy turned slowly towards Brian "you're not.. going to hit me?" he asked in a low, sibmissive tone. "no, why would I do that? I just wanted to know if you could help me find my class." "uhh.. sure.." he said hesitantly, taking Brian's schedual he led Brian to his home room class. "thank you so much!" Brian said, greatful he wasn't late on his first day. "yea.." He replied, tencing up as Brian took his schedual back from him. The bell ran and he watched him walk slowly away. The bell rang nearly fourty mins. later and Brian ran anxiously out of the room to scout out his next class. He heard a loud scream, and a 'smack!'. "hm?" He turned the corner, walking past the science wing and around to the far back of the school, only to see the guy who'd helped him earlier, his face smothered in his own blood as two guys pounded mercilessly on him. Brian glanced around quickly, seeing one of the nearly twenty inch long agriculture poles Brian picked one up hastily "HEY!!" he screamed, running up to one of them he swung the pole into the back of the guys head. He went limp almost instantly, the other guy stopped to look at Brian. "fuck you bastard!" he said, taking the pole he swung it into the guys crotch. Brian then dropped the pole, running past the defeated two he pushed the guy that had helped him earlier into the wall, one hand rested on each of his shoulders to support him. "are you okay!?" he asked him despirately. The guy fainted, going limp against the wall. "no! c'mon, you gotta wake up!" Brian said, shaking him, but it was no use. Brian layed him down carefully in the grass, slipping off his shirt he began mopping the blood from the guys face up. The guys he'd hit with the pole had got up and retreated back to their rooms, that was a burden lifted from Brians shoulders in itself. nearly thirty mins. later the guy opened his eyes slowly. "hey.. what's you're name?" Brian asked him when he saw his eyes open. "Jonathan." he replied in a weak tone. "Jonathan, you're okay. I'm so glad!" he said, eambracing him tightly. "I thought.. you'd never wake up.. oh yea, name's Brian." Brian said happily. Jonathan didn't see why someone would care for him, he didn't deserve it. "why did you.. help me?" Jonathan began questioning Brian. "hey, that's what friends are for, i'm suppose to be by you're side!" he said, giving Jonathan a warm smile as he pulled away from the embrace. Jonathan had made his first friend.. and he was very nice to him. 'A friend. Somene.. at my back' he smiled happily inside.

*end flashback*

Jonathan closed his eyes, he felt very content in Brians arms. He felt safe. "I swear you guys are queer." Jonathan opened his eyes to see Munky kneeling down in front of him. "hey! fuck off, i'm not like 'ya" Jon. said, smiling again he pulled away from Brian and grabbed up his coke "hmph" he then took another long drink from it. Munky shrugged, standing up straight he walked up to the fridge, opened it, grabbed out a beer, then returned to his bunk, pulling the curtain shut behind himself. {{Phew!! WORLD'S LONGEST POST!!! well, i'm going to sleep now, tired of typing...}}

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Jonathan sighed loudly. "you gonna be okay man?" Brian asked him uncertainly. Jonathan shook his head "yea." he said, giving him a light smile. Brian smiled back at him "good, because i'm tired and want to go to sleep without worrying about you slitting your wrists." he said, grunting as he stood slowly up. Jon. didn't say anything, but continued to smile up at his friend. "Hey. Maybe when we get back to Backersfield we can catch a movie or sumthin', kay?" Brian asked, starting to walk back to his bunk. "Kay." Jon replied, even though he knew they wouldn't ba able to go see a movie. They had a busy schedual, and barely had time for anything at all. It wasn't easy in the music industry at all, but Jon was just happy he'd get to be with all of his friends the whole way, Munky, Head, Fieldy, and Dave. Jonathan hastily finished off his coke, then stood up and threw it in the small, wicker trash can near the small fridge. Jonathan had a feeling he wasn't going to like their upcoming tour, they'd be crammed on a bus for a couple of weeks, then a couple more weeks on the way back. No, it's not like he didn't want to be with his band mates, it's just that he would hate to be riding on a bus for so long. Jonathan looked up at the camera that was located in the back of the bus, a t.v. was next to it that showed everything that was being filmed. No Provacy at all. He flicked off the camera "fuckers.." he hated being filmed 24/7, he hated it with a passion. Brian loved the camera. He'd play in front of it until he got bored, or talk to the damn thing as if it were a person. Jonathan sat down on one of the couches towards the front of the bus. It was located on the right side of the bus, the back of it to the 'wall'. {{wall is in quotes because, it's not necessarily a wall on a bus..}} Nearly thirty munutes later Jonathan still sat on the couch, thinking to himself. Both Brian and Munky came out of their bunks at nearly the same time, then both sat down on the couch beside Jon. Brian sat To Jons right, Munky sat beside 'Head'. "hey jon!" Munky said cheerfully. "hey.." Jon replied, looking over at James. {{James is Munky's realy name, Brian is Head's real name}} "hey Jonahan." Brian said, not as in a 'hello', but saying it as if he wished to ask him something. "wha'?" Jon said, now looking at Brian. "Bite me." he said, sneering at Jon. Jonathan leaned over and bit Brian's shoulder hard. "AHH!!" Brian screamed, slapping at Jonathan. "Mother fuck!" he cussed at him once Jonathan stopped biting him. "I'm a vampire, I bite people." Jonathan said, nodding. Munky was laughing through the whole thing, finding it humorous. "no shit!" Head said, rubbing his shoulder. "Hey Munky!" Brian said, slapping his arm "tell Jon. 'bite me'." he said. "NO!" Munky shouted "last time I said that he fucking bit me!" "damn straight." Jon agreed. "Brian!" "what!?" Brian said, looking at Jonathan. Jonathan opened his mouth, then grabbed Brian's shoulder and pretended as if he were going to bite his neck, then shoved him away. Brian frowned at Jonathan. "oh, you liked that didn't you!" Jon said, looking back at Brian. "sick freak." was Brians reply. Suddenly Brian froze, looking towards the corner of the room. "what??" Jon said, looking at Brian funnily. Brian didn't reply he looked down at his leg, then pulled up his shirt, looking back towards the back of the bus. "What!?" Jon said irratated. Munky stared at Brian as if he were insane. "dude. The camera makes me look fat......" he finally said. Jonathan shook his head. "dumbass" he said blanky.