Highway To Hell (BoyxBoy Frerard)

Aftermath

MARCHIG BAND IS OVER
Therefore I will have around 20 extra hours of free time from now on every week. I can fit in time to do stuff like this now and maybe actually get homework done and I can draw and stuff but idk. I will definitely be updating this much more than once every six months from now until marching band starts up next August. I'm going to miss it a lot though. I'm not going to miss the time consuming hours, however.

This chapter may be a little dodgy due to the face that I've written it over such a long period of time, it might be a little bit like I just spewd everything on to this and whatever. If you're still alive and reading this, good for you. Sorry you probably forgot like everything though. The goal from now on is once a week. Then maybe I'll actually finish this thing.

BTW, this song for this chapter doesn't actually have anything to do with what happens. I just really really like it.

Song: Marigold and Patchwork~The Appleseed Cast
The deep sets of sleep finally started to wear away from me and my eyes involuntarily blinked open. The morning light that shone through the broken panes of the window burned my eyes. Through the rays of sunshine coming through my window were little particles of dust dancing like swirling snowflakes.

I slowly lifted my shoulders from the sheets of the bed. As I finally had sat up completely, a deep pain surged through my veins. I let out a grunt. The burning sensation from my cuts let through making me flinch.

I clenched my teeth as I felt them shift beneath the bandages over my wounds. The sensation could only be described like the aftermath of a burn from spilling boiling water or getting hot glue on your fingertips.

I let out a sharp breath through my nostrils. I'd have to take it easy. The first day after a new set of cuts is never fun. And even after that, you have to be careful or the cuts will reopen.

I had to go to the park though. There was no place I'd rather be on a day after an abusive evening. There was something about the park that just drew me nearer to it. It wasn't anything about how the park looked, I'd already gone through that in my head. I'd always been more drawn to the forest appearance wise.

It was the feeling of the park. Like I was accepted there. But the only person to accept me was the boy... It couldn't have been acceptance. Maybe peace or silence, but the forest had both of those magnified. The only thing the forest didn't have that caused it to pale in comparison with the park was the boy.

I shook the thought of the boy from my mind and focused on the task at hand- getting to the park.

I pulled myself to my feet using the rail of the upper bunk and wobbled a little bit. My legs were shaky from how the pain surging through my veins like electricity in wires.

I sighed as I finally became stable enough to walk. Each step was a little bit shaky as I was able to head towards my dresser, well shelves, Dillon had pulled out all the drawers and thrown them out the window.

I reached into the hollow shelves and pulled out my favorite Black Flag T-shirt. I pulled it over my head and winced as it grazed over my bandages.

I limped from my shelves to the door because even though I was only cut on my stomach, it still hurt to walk because your stomach has to move for that shit.

I put my hand around the cool brass doorknob and turned it revealing the icy hallway.

I took careful, light steps as I started down the stairs, trying not to fall down them instead of walking down them.

As I hopped off the final step, I glanced at my watch. The digital black numbers read the time 11:47. I sighed. A little later than I would've liked to have gotten out of here.