Fractured Fragments Pt.1 (BoyXBoy)

1: Broken Beginnings

Warning:
This Book contains triggering topics with detailed descriptions of abuse, rape, drug use, sex trafficking, and similar topics if you cannot handle those please do not continue.

This story is mostly unedited please excuse any typos/grammar or confusing sections.

*Chris POV*

The heavy doors of the high school loomed before me, their imposing presence casting a shadow on my already heavy heart. As I stood there, my mind teetered on the edge of a rebellious decision. The temptation to break free from the monotony of it all was simply too great to ignore.

I glanced around, watching my fellow students filing into the building with resignation etched on their faces. The predictable routine, the suffocating expectations—it all seemed like a never-ending cycle. But today, today was different. Today, I craved a taste of liberation, an escape from the shackles of conformity.

My heart pounded in my chest as I contemplated the consequences. What would happen if I just didn't go? The possibilities, both exhilarating and terrifying, raced through my mind like a runaway train. The weight of expectations, the burden of being the good student, the obedient child, threatened to crush my spirit. A voice inside me whispered, urging me to seize the moment, to break free from the chains that bound me I mean I'm only young once right?

The monotony of lectures, the stifling hallways, the judgmental gazes—I wanted none of it. The hunger for something more, something beyond the mundane, gnawed at my insides .Without giving it a second thought, I turned away from the looming doors, the symbol of my conformity. Ignoring the whispers of doubt that lingered, I ventured toward the edge of the school grounds. The world outside beckoned, promising a respite from the predictable routines that had defined my existence for far too long. As my feet carried me further away from the suffocating embrace of the school, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursed through my veins. Each step I took felt like a rebellious act of defiance.

Look at me, school just started and I'm already skipping. I'd always heard that the best part of high school was not going to high school. I couldn't wait to find out. I jogged towards the woods that surrounded my high school, figuring that'd be the easiest way to sneak off campus unseen. Once in the woods, I slowed my pace, looking around, taking everything in.

The leaves rustled beneath my feet as I ventured deeper into the wilderness. The vibrant greenery enveloped me, providing a comforting shield from the rigidity of the school walls. Nature had a way of making me feel alive, of reminding me that there was more to life than textbooks and exams.

After a while of walking, I stumbled upon an old abandoned building, or rather, what remained of it. Only three weathered walls stood defiantly against the test of time. Near one of the walls, a stone bench beckoned me to take a break. Exhausted from the exhilarating escape and the anticipation of the unknown, I gladly obliged.

I laid on my back, feeling the roughness of the stone beneath me, and sat my backpack on the ground next to me. Pulling out my phone, I realized with wide-eyed astonishment that an entire hour had slipped away. Had I really been walking for an hour? It seemed like a mere twenty minutes at most. Time had a way of warping in moments of freedom.

While sitting there, absorbed in the virtual world on my phone, a creeping uneasiness began to gnaw at the edges of my consciousness. The tranquil silence of the woods was shattered by a peculiar sensation. It felt as if invisible eyes were boring into me, observing my every move. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Deciding that it was best to heed this unsettling intuition, I gathered my belongings and rose from the stone bench. The journey back to the confines of the school awaited me, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling within me. As I retraced my steps, a sense of urgency propelled my movements.