Thank God, that the people of this place respect our Do not disturb signs. It was quite awkward. I had a guy that's suicidal and a cutter, that I had the biggest crush on in my room with his hand on mine. Then he broke the silence. "Uhm..well... you heard..my name...it's Rick...what's yours?" He seemed so scared like Thug Daddy and his friends will come in here and shot him if he says anything. "I'm Winner, this is where I live...." All of a sudden I noticed his hand closed on my as if we where holding hands. I don't know if he noticed but my heart was racing out of my chest. The started to get more comfortable. He stood up and starting pacing. "Look, I'm sorry for all I put you though. They always hated on me. They where never nice to me. I lost my mom and dad. I have nowhere to live. I've try shelter but they kicked me out because I have anger problems. But my anger turns into tears. I never felt wanted or loved. My parents committed suicide when I was 13. And they where always higher then a kite. Those guys were my friends. But they were actually using me. They made me feel cool. They got me to steal. And beat up people. And even hold some people at gun point. They told me, 'You're cool. You'll get many friends. You're awesome.' They where the biggest lairs ever. All they where doing was getting me to do their dirty work." And then he began to cry. "I'm a nobody Winner. I mean even lesson to your name. Winner. You're a winner. I'm a loser. I should have ended it with my parents." Then I decided to speak up "Ricky, your name doesn't define who you are. Look come here. Stop crying I hate seeing people go though so much pain. But life gets better. Look me and my mom are all we have we have nothing. And every time this place brings me to the doctor they find something new that wrong with me..." "But at least you have your mom. And have this shelter. I live in a back alley. You haven't been thought what I have." Then he grabbed my hands. "Look, I've noticed something about myself. I can feel if I can trust someone. Or if they'll stab me in the back. I tended to ignore these feelings. But I'm getting a strong warm feeling from you. Almost like...love..."
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This Place (boyxboy)
Teen FictionI'm just lying here in stillness and darkness wondering why. Why did this have to happen to my mom? We have nothing we can't even afford a house. Here I am a 14 year old boy that lives in a shelter home. Mom says one day we'll get out. But I've lost...