TWINEMY (Hyunjin FF)

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~ Felix ~

I hopped off the bus happily. Usually, I'd be sad or indifferent at how I had to immediately leave after school to make money, but I've been better lately.

Now, I know that I can sometimes skip it to hang out with Hyunjin or one on my million new friends.

In all honesty, my boyfriend's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Before him, I had no one. My friends left me when I came out, so the only good thing happening was my supportive family.

Then, I started this school year, and I met him. And he was so sweet.

I joined the gay club at lunch, and actually got real friends. They'd never leave me for being trans, because they're queer like me!

Then, Hyunjin pushed for us to be closer even though I was scared to make friends outside of my new group.

But now, I'm so happy. He introduced me to a lot more people, who are amazing and accepting.

I hadn't even been paying attention to the walk home, and that's pretty dangerous to do. I could walk into something bad, like Baker Street.

Luckily, I avoided it naturally. I went into my building and all the way up the stairs until I came to my hall.

And.
Oh. My. God.
No.

I turned around in record time and went off running back down the stairs. I can't run fast on stairs, but who really can?

It was him. Luther. The last time I saw him, he had chased Hyunjin and I down. We barely got away.

And that also happened to be when we first kissed. But that's irrelevant.

My mind had only one thought: Run. Get away.

My frantic steps missed a step and I went tumbling down before I could catch myself.

Wow... That really hurts.

When I finally reached the platform at the end of this set of stairs, I painfully helped myself back up and kept running. There's no time to make sure I'm okay.

Behind me, he yelled a name I'd rather not write down here. I don't use it anymore. And he knows that.

That's how I knew he was still on my tail, his yell.

I finally made it out of the building, the people hanging out in front giving me weird looks.

I wasn't running correctly. Every time I took a step with my left foot, a stabbing sensation ran up my whole leg.

It actually hurt so bad that I started crying, my tears hot in absolute fear.

I was nearing Baker Street, so halfway to the bus stop. Maybe I could catch a bus before him and get away if I'm lucky.

The air was suddenly knocked out of my lungs and I flew forward into the concrete street.

My face stung when I tried to lift myself up.

"You tried fucking running? Dumbass. Tripped down the damn stairs." The familiar voice yanked me up by the hoodie on my jacket.

I was hyperventilating, frantically swatting his hands away.

"STOP MOVING! GOD!" He wrenched my arms behind my back and held them with his left arm. I don't think it was supposed to bend that far.

"Please," I begged out.

I suppose he punched my face, because my my head flew back to smack the road and I couldn't feel much of my face. I could only tell I was bleeding when a trickling sensation reached my neck, and it must have come from my nose or something.

A kick met my ribs, and I swear I felt them snap. A sharp pain went through my chest and I coughed out. It hurt to breathe, even more than seconds ago.

"Please!"

My hair was pulled forcefully up and something hit my face way too hard. I think he kicked my face. Oh my god. I'm gonna die.

"HELP!!" I screeched out with the last of my nerve.

He kicked my torso again, reminding me of how empty my stomach was.

I squirmed around, trying to get out of his grip. I latched my hand onto his arm and dug my nails into his skin as far and hard as I could.

"Ah! You fucking—!" He grunted and did the same thing back to me, on my cheek. I felt it, so it must've been deep marks.

I whipped my arms around, hoping to make contact with maybe his face to throw him more off guard.

I hit something, but I didn't see what since my eyes were tightly shut.

"Hey! What's going on?" I heard a deep voice call out, not sounding far away.

"None of you your business!" Luther yelled.

"You better get your ass out of here, kid, before I beat you too!"

Luther hesitated, his grip on my jacket weakening for a second. I pulled myself away quickly, and that seemed to get Luther running.

"Hey, kid. Are you okay?"

My eyes were open, but everything was dark and bleary. A tall black guy was squatting next to me, looking right at my destroyed face.

I knew what to say, kinda, but what I said was garbled. My mouth tasted like blood.

It hurts, I wanted to say.

He pulled out something that lit up, so I guessed it was his phone.

"Hold on, kid. I'll call the police."

His words were muffled and things felt fluffy. The air was thick and so were the thoughts in my brain.

"Hewp," I barely got out. Everything went painfully black and I must've gone out of commission.

My last conscious thought was, Did I just die?