{tw: mentions of abuse}
The ink spilled out of the pen like a river of black as i scribbled the words onto a coffee stained notepad.
Crashes, sobbing, slamming doors, and cussing echoed from the room next door, but I ignored them, I was sure he was fine, he always smiles anyways.
"N-no, you ca-"
the boys voice was cut off by a scream and the crash off glass, I put my pen down and approached my door.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want! You're so pathetic!"
The door slammed and a tall figure walked out, his body was adorned with tattoos and piercings, intriguing.
Sniffles and loud banging escaped the apartment and I worked up the nerve to go and knock on his door.
A small figure appeared, red eyes, bruised, and vulnerable.
"what." his voice was soft and scared.
"are you okay?" I tried to smile but I couldn't, I felt his pain, just by looking at him.
"w-was i-it that loud? s-sorry." he started to close the door but I stopped it.
"are you alright?" I asked a bit more firmly.
"n-no. and I don't need your sympathy."
"how about my help?"
"im not gonna get help from someone like you."
"someone like me?"
"a poetry boy."
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hello ! this was short, but just a lil intro to the story hope you like it !
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poetry boy :: phan
Fanfictionhe was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suici...
