the sweet boy

Quite the story

The room was fading away as he felt his bodyweight suddenly shift harshly. His body pushed against the lockers, such a position known to him so well that his back was akin to such brute and worn. His shoes grown weary to his eyes, the coffee-brown color of them were now muddy and the yellow strings aglets worn off. An incoherent Wailing rung his ear, he stared up at the boy who had him here like many other times. He couldn't hear a word he was saying it was a muffled noise with a loud expression. The boy's face was scrunched and freckled with his mouth wide and showing gapped teeth.

He could feel the vibrations of the ground and the spit that landed on his cheek, it was cinematic. His hand moving in almost slow-motion awoke him to reality.
"Hey! You there?", the boys' name was Antinous, how befitting. "I need money, could you lend me a five," the boy shook at my shoulder pulling me side to side. "I don't have it." He said,

"I so sorry, forgot your butt poor;" he licked his lips, "I wonder why girls are into that but I can get the whole poor vulnerable pretty boy he needs help act...it gets exhausting seeing them pet and treat you like your the shit when you're just shit." Antinous hand gripped his shoulder tighter, "well I'm sorry for being a piece of shit, but I don't ask any help or attention." He stared blankly. His eyes grew so dark for such honey-green color.

Antinous didn't like when he was stoic, it was like punching drywall; his need for violence was only quenched by the vision of pain, not a standing statue. "Sometimes I wonder what a pretty boy like you has a need to be a boy in the first place, it's almost as if you were born in the wrong body. If you were a girl I'd totally do you." Antinous was a spectacle you could never tell whether you were a plaything or trash to him. For some time the boy wonder whether Antinous was Bisexual, he was weirdly into him, saying things to him like "if I were to cut off your dick would you be a girl, I heard they do that. I think you'd be cute in a dress." It was abnormal.

"Well if I were a girl I'd rather stick a cyanide pill up my twat than ever fuck you." His eyes shifted to the left in a sharp glare with a psychotic smile; That triggers the boy. His hands grabbed at brown blonde hair and smashed the back of his head against the locker behind the boy. "I think little pieces of shit like you oughta just disappear and commit suicide, make the world a cleaner fucking place." Antinous low tone growled at the boy and stared at him with lowly eyes. It was like he wanted to drain the soul from his body.

His vision blurred, once more did his eyes focus in on his dirty shoes. He could feel his face burn and the back of his head ring. The ringing got louder and louder, almost deafening. Then it suddenly went silent and his shoes the common sight that he knew so well had a new stain, a dark red wine. And then one after another blood dripped from his face. He didn't register that his nose was bleeding, or what was on his shoes. The blood drags down to his top lip, and like a lizard, his tongue stuck out to lick the trickling blood. The iron taste woke him from his stun.

his legs trembled he couldn't stand the sight of blood; he could feel a ball gather in his throat and how it crawled its way towards his mouth. His blinking quicken feeling his body slump to the side. He could feel the sound vibrations of Antinous yelling towards him and his face showing frustration. His throat jerk forwards, he couldn't hold it anymore. The warm oatmeal-like liquid entered his mouth bursting the threshold of his mouth open.

His body huddle over as he hurled forward some of it surging towards Antinous and getting on to his clothing. The pain was unbearable, it was like his intestines were knotting together, and his stomach was forcing its way out of his body. And like in slow motion his body moved side to side until he saw everything smear and move to the side where he felt his body crash and rebound off the floor. He couldn't feel anything but cold and loneliness.

Before he closed his eyes he saw the shoes of the boys run and some red pumps approach his body. And then with that note, he closed his eyes and fainted.