☁︎ 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 » 𝖬𝖢𝖸𝖳 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 ☁︎

ᴛᴡᴏ (ᴅɴғ)

tw// child abuse, homophobia (and internalized)
_
_
_
_

a/n : the story behind this chapter.. It's LONGGGGG and not really finished. It used to be a Skephalo angst book that I never finished (but then I just stopped shipping Skephalo) so recently I changed the names and all to DNF because I felt more comfortable shipping them as they have clarified that they are COMPLETELY comfortable with shipping content.

So my writing has probably changed since this, for better or for worse is up to you all to decide. But tbf, I did have more motivation to write back then.. cLeArLy. (I did edit the hell out of this, so I'm not that much of a useless writer)

Final thing, Two by Sleeping At Last kinda matches the feel of this book. Yes, another Sleeping At Last song... Who can blame me?

NE WAYS, enjoyyy!

_
_
_
_
_

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒: 𝐿𝑜𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

George sat cross-legged on his messy bed, an empty cup of instant noodles sitting sadly on his bedside table, alongside many dried up tissues and an empty pack of Lexapro.

He had dark circles under his eyes, from a lack of sleep. It was one of the side effects of the medication his mother forced him to take as a young teenager. But he lived alone now, and he didn't see the point buying more once it finished.

The young man threw his phone across the room, shoving his face into his hands, frustrated.

"I hate you.. I fucking hate you", he muttered to himself, pulling at the long peices of his hair. George couldn't help but think of him, no matter how much he regretted it afterwards.

'You are disgusting-', the resonating voice inside his head said. George just listened, roughly biting at the insides of his cheeks, internally aware that he wouldn't be able to avoid this upcoming anxiety attack.

'What would your parents say George?', his own internal voice enquired in an almost caring way. "He'll do it again", the Brit finally said, his voice close to breaking. 'What will I do, son?', the malicious voice returned.

George had had a dark childhood. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get away from his father's voice. "He'll-".. The brunette suddenly let out a painful sob, as his mind fell into a string of treacherous memories.

"Please don't kick me again, it h-hurts!_
Please d- sir, don't put me in the basement again... I promise I'll be good- please!"

George began to wail, rolling up into a ball as the supressed memories from his past replayed in his mind.

"Dad... I can't feel my arm, please stop pulling it! It hurts!"
The young man began to violently shake his head, growing desperate for it to stop.
'It'll all stop if you tell me what you did wrong..'

"I-I liked a b-boy!", he admitted, tears falling from his eyes, his body shaking.
'Who~?', the voice taunted him.
"D-Dream-!", George shudderedly breathed out.

'Son! Tell me what you are.'
George's father made a move to hit him across the face.

George sobbed out. He recalled the moment when his father walked in on him with another boy... He remembered the denial, finding it impossible to admit that he was disgusting fill in the blank who loved men.

George sprung to his feet in an effort to run away, aware that his lack of reply would only enrage his father further.
He fell to the floor in a weakened heap, crying heavily..
... in the hallway of his dark and empty apartment.