BeginningIt wasn't like that.Not in the beginning, at least.His smile so big, his pale skin creased, and his laugh so loud you could hear it a mile away.It only got bad when he was left alone. The only person to talk to, being himself, his own worst enemy and one true friend.The one who had hurt him the most, dug him a hole and pushed him in, but always stopped and helped him back out. The one that gave him a second chance.When he'd felt a pair of arms other than his own wrap around him for the first time, he panicked. He wanted to punch the other boy. For hurting him; deceiving him. But he didn't. He relaxed, and realized, you may die alone and you may be born alone, but that doesn't mean you have to live alone, and he didn't intend to, nor did the pair of arms around him, holding him up.Rather than picking him back up, but instead not letting him fall at all.
Hello My Hate Black lined the blonde boy's eyes as he stared at his reflection in the mirror on the bedroom floor. He adjusted his legs so they were under him, almost knocking it over in the process. He twiddled the black pencil he had stolen from his mother's make up bag in between his fingers. He was actually pretty pleased with the outcome, and thought it funny that he had only done it this once and was already ten times better than any girl at his old school. He adjusted his naturally straight hair out of his eyes and leaned back to lay on the floor. His pale blue iris' traced patterns in the ceiling, and scanned the corners of the walls. The carpet he was lying on was soft yet dirty from all the spilled food he'd neglected to clean up over the years. He liked his room, though. It smelled like incense and various candles and old mint leaves.The boy grabbed a nearby cheez-it's box and cradled it to his chest. His legs curled up, and he turned
Escape Ch. 3 You stomp through the snow, your torn up sneakers soaking up icy mush into the holes worn into their sides. You shivered and pulled your coat tighter around you, as you made your way onto the slightly busy street, and towards the familiarly warmly lit building. Snow flung off of your feet, as you rubbed your feet onto the mat, and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and semi-quiet voices and soft music filled the otherwise silent void. You walk over to the bar, hopping onto the center stool and smiling back at the bartender who waved slightly."What'll it be, kid?" The bartender winked."Oh, I don't know, sir. What is there?""A little of everything. I'll make you something worth your time." You two liked to play a game and act as though you didn't know each other, confusing any older people in the bar, wondering why a minor would have such an easy time getting a h