My monochrome world | Ivantill/tillivan

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The day was gloomy, as always. In Ivan's eyes, nothing was colourful, everything either is black and white or just dull. Nothing interests Ivan, no hobbies, sports or anything. He would just be the loser kid that everybody picks on. He only focuses on his studies, maybe that's why he is always first.

A loud thud could be heard along the corridor. A certain black haired boy is currently being sandwiched in the middle of two large boys.

"Got any lunch money for us ,weirdo?" The bully chuckled and smacked his friends back.

"That hurts , motherfucker! Anyway , you don't want a black eye again right? I bet after we tore all of your hideous eye patches , you won't be able to hide that stupid wound." The other one said.

Ivan didn't budge, he was too dumb to realize what this situation could lead to, maybe he did know and didn't care anyway.

Noticing Ivan being silent and staring at the ground for way too long. One of the bullies punched Ivan in the gut and the other punched his face.

Ivan hoped he broke something so he could go home earlier , school is hell either way you look at it.

Punch!

Smack!

Hit!

K.O ! Bullies win.

They left him alone for the time being. All Ivan could do was lay on the floor in despair, wondering why his life was like this. He decided to not go to the nurses office since he was lazy and went straight back home.

Ivan walked a long road, everyday he had to suffer by walking almost 5 kilometres. It felt like his feet were already on fire in his torn and dirty old shoes, the only pair he had.

Ivan took the keys to his house and unlocked the front door. As he expected, a drunk male on the couch snoring and a on the phone chatting away female on the counter top.

They didn't even bother looking at Ivan and they never will. Ivan silently went up to his room but accidentally tripped on the stairs, making his father jump awake.

"COME HERE" he shouted across the room. Ivan's mother just went to another room to gossip with her friends.

Ivan walked down the stairs and in front of his so-called father.

Smack! Right on the face again.

Punch! On the nose ,yea, that's gonna leave a mark.

Kick! Flying across the room!

Ivan's father picked up an empty wine bottle and smacked it against his head while Ivan was on the floor.

"Never disturb me , do you hear me" his father pulls his collar. Ivan just slightly nodded and went to his room quickly.

Today was the toughest one yet, better write that down in your journal.

After Ivan put down his bag, he went to the bathroom to see the damage done.

He wasn't shocked , another black eye, nose bleed, scratches, cheeks bleeding , pretty sure his ribs were okay, his head was quite bleeding heavily.

Ivan took out some bandages and ointments to apply. It wasn't painful, it didn't hurt. After his sixth birthday, after his father beat the shit out of him, he felt numb, he couldn't feel any emotions. It was weird at first, but it turned normal.

For his mother, she never cared for him, bet she cheated on his father too many times before.

She always mentioned that she could've gotten an abortion but she found out too late and she had no choice. She always told her friends that he was a mistake and a disappointment. Right after Ivan was born, she just went straight to her phone to tell her friends about how painful it was.

Ivan never really knew what happiness was, what is it like? To feel happy around your loving family and friends.

Ivan wanted to experience love too, what is love? Is it like in the story books? Do we all really have a happy ending? So many questions but no single answer to them.

After Ivan was finished with his bandages, he ate some granola bars since he was too lazy to go down and get some food. Maybe that's why he is so skinny and thin.

Ivan just went on with his day, doing homework and working at a bar in the evening. He had a part time job as he never had any allowance money.

The bar was quite near his house. Ivan entered the door and the smell of liquor hit his nose immediately. Ivan hated the smell so he never tasted any. He walked to the empty counter and took his uniform.

The uniform showed off his slender waist and was quite tight. He then began his job , just serving drinks and listening to the music. It seems so fun to go to a bar like this ,but Ivan never got the chance to enjoy life for once.

Everything was normal until a group of people entered the bar, they looked like they were a rock band, with silver jewellery and instruments.

They all sat down at the counter.

"Hey pretty boy, how about taking our orders?" Said one of the boys. Ivan never really mind these compliments , in fact he likes them. It even goes as far as calling him a slut or a pretty bottom. Ivan just likes being more feminine.

While taking the orders, Ivan's eyes met with one of them. My god was he handsome. He'd never seen anyone like him. Possibly silver hair? Maybe something because of the lights.

While making the drinks, Ivan could feel a pair of eyes staring at him. It was intense and nerve-racking. He turned back to make eye contact with the hot guy. You could almost see the blush on Ivan's face. There was only one thing on Ivan's mind right now.

Was this a crush?

Maybe. Who knows?

He never felt anything like this before.

Ivan brought them their drinks and brushed hands with the hot guy and my god, Ivan's heart was racing very fast, you could almost hear it from a mile away.

Ivan was about to turn back when someone held his arm.

It was the hot guy,

"Hey, what's your name? I think you look kinda pretty." He said while smirking.

"I-well,I'm i-Ivan." Ivan stuttered.

"Cute, I'm Till. Wanna have a drink with me?" Till said. Ivan now noticed that his friends were nowhere to be found, maybe they were mingling with the girls. He also noticed Till was way taller than him.

"S-sure"