Boys Of Paradise

Wake up

~Day 1~

The average morning wake-up call began. Open your eyes, emerge from your slumber and start the day with a shower. Tye followed this most days, but today felt different. Tye arose feeling unnerved and more self-aware about his stature. He entered the bathroom and began to run the shower awaiting the immense warm heat to fill the room. As steam arose, he sat on the bathroom floor, pondering his thoughts and feelings on what his life meant for him. Today was a day his gut flipped. His 4th year of secondary school. His uniform neatly prepped and hanging on his windowsill, he took his shower and stood and absorbed the warm feeling of the powerful water pushed onto his newly soaked skin. He ran his fingers through his silky hair as he began to wash the dark locks that sat on his head, untouched, unstyled but still in perfection. he emerged from the blissful heat and wrapped himself in a cotton towel as he began the short stepped distance to his bedroom, which for most teenagers was in shambles, where he stared deeply at his ironed shirt and trousers.

As he gets dressed, a harsh loud voice echoes up the hallway staircase as settled words entered his ears. The voice muttered, "Hurry up". His attitude changed and so did his speed as he grabbed his bag and rushed down the stairs to be faced with another emotionless morning with the family. A cold stern look was placed upon his physique as the same voice muttered harsh criticisms about his appearance. but no emotion left his face as he grabbed his lunch and made his way to life. His secret now out in the world left a hard battle for him to face. He began his walk along the riverbank to his school. unfortunately bumping into his one true fear. not his family; but the reason for his self-hatred and the hatred based upon him. Kyle. The jock of the school. the playboy. untouchable. unbeatable. tye felt two firm hands grab his collar as his body was raised from the floor before being thrown down hitting the floor with sheer force causing a minor concussion as a rock-hard boot was shoved deep into his chest and nose injuring them both. this just like every day was a formality. no matter what direction tye took, he always ran into kyle, suffering the consequences. as his pain and torment continued no retaliation was given, fearful of what would come to that.

As his time grew closer to lessons he picked himself up, his clothes already tattered, he made his departure to his lessons, but the abuse and pain never stopped. every lesson always had the same outcome. arrive, see friends, start the lesson, get verbally bashed by classmates, and react to the teachers not giving any attention to the visible abuse. The passing of notes was a common daily task, containing threats, slurs, and diagrams of unspeakable actions. today was not good. tye came through different days, some were easier going and some were unbearable. today was a bad day. he got attacked during lunch break and dragged to an area where there were no witnesses, no teachers, and no help. he was beaten, with broken ribs, a broken nose and blood oozing from him. as he was left there, all he could do was lie down and cry but even that hurt. he led there ashamed of himself for his feelings about love. his lifestyle. nothing grew correct. he sat up slowly afraid to hurt anything more as he grabbed his only salvation, the small razor as he led his hands down slice and slice, tearing his skin reminding him of what he is, and the destruction he caused back at home