Chained by his scars. 18+

The day I broke.

,,I hated my life but I kept going for that one chosen person. I wanted us always to be together."

Have you ever had a feeling that everything around you is fake?

People.........

Cars.........

Trees.......

And you.....

In the middle of that significant creation........

Waiting for what?

For something else to happen.....

For the fresh, new start, the way who would lead you to......

Ha, exactly..... I don't even know where....

That's me.

My name is Aryan.

But as a DJ, people call me Ar.

I have been a single father since the age of seventeen.

I had a friend, the childhood one.

That kind of friend you want to spend every minute of your life with and never let go of.

We were like siblings.

Her name was Victoria, but I always called her Vik.

She was the same age as me.

She knew all of my secrets.

Even the biggest one.......

That I am gay.

Vik never judged me for that, and she was an excellent support when my father found out and kicked me out of the house.

I will never forget that day, the 23rd of December.

Every year after my mum died, he drank a lot, returning home around midnight.

That time was different.

I heard a loud crash downstairs, and my father burst into my room.

His face was painted with more than just anger.

(Dad) Come here, you fu*king br*t!

I couldn't move.

I knew that look.

I knew what would happen after he got closer.

(Aryan) What have I done?

That was the only word which my throat was able to say.

He grabbed me by the neck and knocked me down.

(Aryan) Dad, stop!

(Dad) Fight as a man! Or maybe you are a girl!

He knew that I would never fight back as once I tried and ended up in the hospital with broken ribs, a head injury and burning scars all over my body.

(Dad) You are the shame of all police stations!