Boy In Blue [ bxb cglre / agere ]

DREAD - chp 1

Hi lovelies! I hope you're all well today.

Here's chapter one. I really hope you love this story! I've actually posted this story before, but removed it because I hadn't really been able to communicate my thoughts through my writing.

Hope you enjoy!

Q : what's your favourite colour ?

A : i love orange and red lots

Charlie POV

Everything was so loud, so bright, and horribly warm.

Three things he hated the most.

And three things that a school cannot be without. Bodies huddled together as students squeeze their way to their next class. Bright, white fluorescent lights cast down on the students, and murmurs that quickly grow into shouts as overlapping chatter makes it impossible to hold a quiet conversation.

The warmth was seeping into his every pores, his binder suffocating around his chest as he curled up and hugged himself, whimpering a little as he got jostled around.

This hell that is school.

He's never been able to ignore things like these. They mess with the deepest part of his brain, creating such an intense pressure that he feels suffocated, trapped, and lost.

Adding anxiety, all these feelings are more than amplified with each passing second as he tries to make his way to his class.

Something was on the back of his mind; something that brought dread, pain, and sweat just thinking about it.

The Classification Test.

The test was to be tonight. Each homeroom had a designated time slot for the test, and his happened to be at around 7:00 that evening.

It didn't take an expert for him to know his classification, though. Anyone could see it.

He loves things that most people his age disregard, such as toys, pacifiers, and blankets. He gets overwhelmed easily, and cries at almost everything. He's sensitive to the point that everything in existence can only bring tears and puffy eyes.

He prayed it would not remain that way for the rest of his life.

Maybe.. maybe he would find someone. Someone to hold him, to give him stickers every time he accomplished something, no matter how minor. Someone who would kiss him and tell him it's alright when the world seemed to turn its back on him.

All he wished for was someone to hold him, and care for him no matter what he identified as.

It felt impossible.

No one would want him. He was an effeminate boy, a bit chubby at that. His cheeks were plump with some freckles scattered about, thighs and arms flabby, and eyes slightly sunken in with dark circles under them. His lips were rugged, and in some places, raw from the constant biting he did. A bad nervous habit of his. His auburn-brown hair was neatly fluffy and his deep bangs hid his eyes from the world, something he was immensely grateful for.

His face looked tired, as it always did. His mother had always expected a lot out of him; to do chores, to make food, to have high achieving grades, all the while being social. Most of these were things he did not excel at.

His grades were good, of course. That was the one thing he prided himself on. Usually, he was at the top of his classes, gaining attention, often negative, from the competing high achieving students. His food, however, was often dry, lacking in taste, and his social needs were very quickly met, so he didn't socialize much as his mother wanted him to as it quickly drained him of any remaining energy. That's why he didn't have too many friends, but he was content with that.